A week ago, Jaydan Rose became the strongest man in the
world after receiving a microchip implant for strength
enhancement. He is employed by D.I.R.E., Defence,
Intelligence and Reconnaissance Enforcement, an elite
private security agency. Powers International, the
largest technology company in the world, intends to join
forces with D.I.R.E; Hope Powers, daughter of the
president of Powers International, has some new
technology that could prove useful to D.I.R.E. Hope's
future sister-in-law Natalie Meeks had been rescued by
the elite group, but Natalie's younger sister Keegan, who
was kidnapped as a child, was never found.
During Hope's demonstration, something unexpected happens
and Hope realises she could help find Keegan. Jaydan
feels he has to make up for a past mistake; he offers his
boss to search for Keegan and bring her back, but Hope
insists he takes her along with him. Jaydan reluctantly
accepts even though he and Hope have needled each other
for months.
AGENT S5: JAYDAN is book 5 in the The D.I.R.E. Agency
series, and surprisingly enough, I had no problem
diving in, thanks to sufficient background details
inserted by the author. AGENT S5: JAYDAN is very
innovative in a world filled with superheroes mostly
because of how they came to be, how they use their
powers, and the downsides of their enhancements. The
characters are very well-defined, and then there's Hope
and my fangirling moment. Hope is a fabulous character:
she is brilliant, perfectly gorgeous, charming,
vivacious, flirtatious, but because she's seen as a
Daddy's Girl, she forever craves the respect she never
gets. Jaydan is struggling a bit with his newfound
strength, but enjoying himself as well in showing off, to
the readers delight. The chemistry between Hope and
Jaydan is off the charts, we can almost feel the sparks:
they get each on other's nerves, they push each other's
buttons, but they know they won't be able to keep their
hands off each other for too long. And for the reader,
waiting for the deed to be done is almost as exciting as
the suspense story per se. But when the action part
really starts rolling, we are in for a real treat: clever
plot twists, delightfully complex villains and unwitting
bad buys, as well as glimpses of exciting things we can
expect in future instalments.
AGENT S5: JAYDAN is very well written, the story moves
along briskly, the sex scenes are sheer poetry, and Ms.
Hahn's sense of humour sparkles in the witty dialogues.
AGENT S5: JAYDAN is fun, entertaining, and clever; this
series could go on for a long time yet because there is
still a lot of room for more superheroes of that kind!
Bring 'em on, Ms. Hahn!
• Former D.I.R.E. Enemy Agent
• D.I.R.E. Double Agent
Enhancement:
• Muscle Acceleration/Strength
Now that he’s part of the D.I.R.E. Agency’s elite squad
of
super-powered agents, Jaydan Rose is walking the straight
and narrow. He absolutely, positively avoids three
things:
high-maintenance women, trouble, and Hope Powers.
Days away from his estranged brother’s wedding, Jaydan
gets a lead on the missing sister-in-law of Riordan
“Saint” St. James, a fellow agent. If he can locate her,
perhaps he can make up for not being there when Saint had
needed him most.
As the only daughter of one of the richest men in the
world, and with a special power of her own, Hope Powers
wants to be taken seriously. If she can prove the
D.I.R.E.
Agency needs her new software application, she’ll have
the
credibility and position she craves.
When she threatens to search for the missing woman with
or
without him, Jaydan’s conscience compels him to take her.
However, when danger and close quarters prove too much
for
their passion, Jaydan knows his list of things he
absolutely, positively avoids has just disintegrated.
When their quest uncovers scandalous secrets and decades
old dangers, they realize they’ve stumbled onto something
bigger than themselves. While the lines of reality and
imitation become blurred, a psychotic maniac makes plans
for Hope.
Will Jaydan’s past rear its ugly head and destroy them
both, or does history have plans of its own?
Excerpt
“Les, why is your father calling me?”
Shutting her eyes against the dread that
settled in her chest, she groaned to
herself. She
couldn’t open that door. If she did,
she’d make a complete fool of herself.
Walking over to the dresser, she checked
her phone. Three missed calls and a
text. Her
father must’ve checked his DNA tracker
and realized she was in Hawaii.
“Les…”
Looking at the door, she spoke in a
raised voice. “Um, I’m not sure. Why
don’t you call him
back?”
Jaydan chuckled in the hallway. “You
didn’t tell him you were coming to
Hawaii, did you?” Swallowing hard, she
gave her chin a determined tilt. “I
don’t report my whereabouts to my
father. I’m not a child.”
His sardonic chuckle angered her.
Storming over to the door, she told
herself she had to remember this.
During those smokin’ hot visions, she
had to conjure up this memory and
the dozens like it she’d experienced in
the past.
“Hell princess, you –“
She whipped open the door to arms’
length. Jaydan stood naked in her
doorway, save for a pair of gray,
athletic shorts that hung low on his
hips. Water droplets hung from his
dark, wavy hair and dotted his broad
shoulders. His arms and shoulders looked
huge, the angles and braids of muscle
sharp rather than round, the sinew
dense and inflexible rather than pliant
flesh. His sculpted torso was covered
in hard, ridged muscles with a light
dusting of dark hair. He smelled of
rosewood and jasmine, his copper and
gold armbands branding him a masculine
god.
Now, she understood his cougar-‐like
grace,
his confident saunter. No man on earth
could
call himself cut as long as Jaydan
Rose walked around. He epitomized the
term.
His eyes swirled with dark desire, their
focus on her chest. Glancing down, she
saw her robe
gaped open, exposing the cleavage between
her breasts.
She should cover herself. Close the
door and walk away. Yet, she stood
there, allowing him his fill while she
took her fill of him. The sensation
started deep inside, her mind recalling
the vision, her body readying itself
for him.
There was more than one way to prove
she wasn’t a child.
With a hesitant reach, she feathered her
fingers down the ridges of his abdomen.
The
muscles contracted beneath her touch,
rippling behind her caress in a
symphony of sensuality. His half smile
made her toes curl, his voice a
husky croon. “My turn.”
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