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!
β’ Former D.I.R.E. Enemy Agent
β’ D.I.R.E. Double Agent
Enhancement:
β’ Muscle Acceleration/Strength
Now that heβs part of the D.I.R.E. Agencyβs 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 brotherβs wedding, Jaydan
gets a lead on the missing sister-in-law of Riordan
βSaintβ 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, sheβll have
the
credibility and position she craves.
When she threatens to search for the missing woman with
or
without him, Jaydanβs 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 theyβve stumbled onto something
bigger than themselves. While the lines of reality and
imitation become blurred, a psychotic maniac makes plans
for Hope.
Will Jaydanβs past rear its ugly head and destroy them
both, or does history have plans of its own?
EXCERPT
βLes, why is your father calling me?β
Shutting her eyes against the dread that
settled in her chest, she groaned to
herself. She
couldnβt open that door. If she did,
sheβd make a complete fool of herself.
Walking over to the dresser, she checked
her phone. Three missed calls and a
text. Her
father mustβve checked his DNA tracker
and realized she was in Hawaii.
βLesβ¦β
Looking at the door, she spoke in a
raised voice. βUm, Iβm not sure. Why
donβt you call him
back?β
Jaydan chuckled in the hallway. βYou
didnβt tell him you were coming to
Hawaii, did you?β Swallowing hard, she
gave her chin a determined tilt. βI
donβt report my whereabouts to my
father. Iβm not a child.β
His sardonic chuckle angered her.
Storming over to the door, she told
herself she had to remember this.
During those smokinβ hot visions, she
had to conjure up this memory and
the dozens like it sheβd experienced in
the past.
βHell princess, you ββ
She whipped open the door to armsβ
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-Β‐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 wasnβt 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. βMy turn.β
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