THE JUDAS CONTACT by Heather Long
The chaos of fate and the promise of hope.
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Title: The Judas Contact
Author:
Heather Long
Series:
Boomers #1
Genre:
Action/Adventure, Science Fiction,
Time Travel, Superhereos
Release
Date: August 1, 2016
Publisher:
All Romance eBooks LLC
Format:
eBook
Digital
ISBN: 9781945193019
Synopsis:
Doctor
Ilsa Blaine
Codename: Doc
Abilities: Designs programmable bioware, enhanced understanding
of brain chemistry
Mission: Research, analyze and troubleshoot the team’s active
microchips
On the cutting edge of neuroscience,
Ilsa is developing microchips that can be inserted into the brain and deliver
information. The applications are endless, but her current goal is just to get
dogs to return to their owners should they ‘become lost.’ When her college
roommate turns up asking for lunch, she’s hardly prepared for the chaos that
ensues or the revelation her chip changed the world and the lives of five
heroes from the future. And now they need her help…
Garrett
Fox
Codename: The Viper
Abilities: toxins, poisons and assassination, he can kill with a
touch
Mission: Protect Ilsa Blaine
One of five desperate men sent back in
time to save the future, Garrett volunteers to be the doctor’s guinea pig as
she studies their neuro-chips. It’s not his first time being a lab rat. In
close quarters, the unthinkable happens, an attraction that could kill Ilsa.
Drawn together by science, and on the fast track to destiny, Ilsa must prove to
Garrett he isn’t toxic to everything and save his team from their chips before
they can end them…
Heroes
come in all shapes and sizes. An alliance with Halo has given their leader a
taste of hope. For these five lonely soldiers, the single emotion may prove
their most dangerous threat.
Read an excerpt from SNOW WOLF:
Everything
was happening too fast. One moment Rory was dropping in to take her to lunch
and, the next, Director Chambers’ goons wanted to detain her. Ilsa dragged her
heels as Rory all but shoved her up the stairs. "We can't go this way. It
leads to the roof." And to the private labs in sections eight through ten.
Not only could they not get into those labs, they stood a real risk of being
shot on sight.
But her
friend was implacable. "Up, Ilsa. Just keep climbing." Below them,
doors slammed and booted feet hit the stairs. For a dizzying moment, all Ilsa
could imagine were the jackboots of Nazis marching, the images overlaying the
surreal moment. She twisted to argue as a security guard lunged around the
corner.
"Rory!"
Fear ripped through her gut. The guard was huge, his expression a fierce mask
and his arms, easily as big as her thighs, tried to lock around her sorority
sister. The black-haired beauty, with her seeming delicate fragility, stunned
her by latching her hands onto the railing and literally flying over it, legs
wrapping the bigger man and spinning him. He slammed into the wall and Rory
delivered three sharp jabs, two to his eyes and a third to the bulging vein in
his neck.
He dropped
and Rory snagged ahold of her arm and pushed her again. "Let's go. We've
got more incoming."
"What
are you?" Adrenaline surged through her system, and she tried to drag to a
stop. Her mind couldn't process everything happening at once. Rory spun away
from her and she managed to look back as two more men flew down the stairs. It
wasn't possible. Rory never stopped moving. She barely looked at them and flew
up, body twisting, fists jabbing, feet striking, and her opponents went down
like dominoes. The smart skirt she wore was torn in strips, flapping around her
legs like three banners.
Blackish
bruises discolored her calves and two of her toes were purpling. "You
broke something."
"Don't
make me tell you to keep moving again." Something cold infused that
warning and Ilsa fled upwards, obeying her friend. Four more flights then they
raced past heavy metal barriers on a stairwell remarkably different from every
other floor—at Section Ten, Rory hesitated. Ilsa's chest burned as she wheezed
for air. Her idea of a workout was a brisk walk at lunch and hours spent on her
feet in her lab. Her quadriceps burned and she was fairly certain she'd
strained something in her ass.
Something
crashed against the metal door and Ilsa flattened herself against the wall.
Rory spun in a half-circle and stared at the door. A furred face appeared in
the tempered glass window—a face that wasn’t remotely human. A roar of fury
pounded against Ilsa’s ears and she shoved her hand against her mouth to keep
the scream at bay. Keen intelligence shimmered in the creature's eyes and hate
surged in it as the beast ignored Rory and glared at Ilsa.
"What
the fuck are you?" Rory’s murmured question, so obviously not directed at
her, kickstarted Ilsa's brain from fear to analysis.
"Section
Ten—this is the no man's land. We need to get out of here." R.E.X. Labs
experimented in any number of weaponized options, from super soldiers to super
technology. But not all of their experiments were successful and some were downright
dangerous. Section Ten required clearance on the highest levels—despite the
Director's one time offer to bring her aboard these elite projects, Ilsa had
refused.
She was a
pacifist at heart. She preferred working with animals.
The creature
roared again. "Rory, we need to go." Ice slithered along her spine.
Bile burned her throat.
"Yeah,
we're going." By mutual consent, they jogged up the last twenty-eight
steps, the beast's roars following them to an impenetrable looking steel door,
crisscrossed by sensors.
"We
can't get out this way." Ilsa sagged against the wall. She could barely
catch her breath. Every shallow pant lanced more flame into her already
oxygen-starved lungs. Fingers against her wrist, she shuddered at the
rapid-fire speed of her pulse. One hundred and fifty beats per minute was too
fast. She needed to slow it down. The heart murmur she'd been diagnosed with as
a child pinched with every squeeze.
"Back
up a step." Rory pulled her away from the door and pushed her against the
other wall. "Head down."
Wild fear
raced through her, and she ducked
obediently. Ozone scorched the air and metal ground on metal. The sound ripped
through the silence, halting even the mad pounding of boots and the creature's
roars below. Sunlight blinded her as Rory tugged her back into motion. A
figure, bigger than the insane guard below, stared at them through the now
melted door. Melted.
A heavy
portion of steel flowed like slag, hardening into a shapeless blob against the
frame. Jerking her gaze up, she stared into the most potently beautiful green
eyes she'd ever seen. They shimmered in the too bright light—as though suffused
from the inside out. Her breath clogged in her throat and her heart felt like
it had paused mid-beat, only to thump again with more brutal force.
"Give
the doctor to me. The captain wants you off the roof." He extended a
leather-clad arm, his fingers stretched expectantly. She would never want to
meet this man in a dark alley—or anywhere there wasn't a lot of light for that
matter. Beyond the exquisite beauty of his eyes was a raw tension in his face,
both fierce and frightening. Her insides went liquid with the most curious
sensation, but a slam from below drove any analysis away. Maybe her mind had
snapped under the pressure, but she trusted this man and she took the hand he
offered.
Cool leather
gloved fingers fisted around hers and tugged her forward. She let him guide her
through the opening, Rory flattening a hand against her back—whether to offer
comfort or to make sure she didn't flee, she couldn't really say. Outside, Ilsa
blinked at the sunshine. The roof seemed so ordinary after the mad exodus up
the stairs. The two hustled her toward the southwest corner. The rolling
landscape of the R.E.X. complex swam up toward her and she dug in her heels.
"No,
no…no, I can't—what are we doing?" Panic jacked up her spine, but her
escort didn't release her. He didn't even drag her. Instead, he wrapped a steel
banded arm around her and pulled her right up to his chest. Oh my God. He's so big. She was a tall
woman, taller than Rory and most of her sorority sisters. Five foot ten was
nothing to sneeze at and was why she preferred flats to heels. But she barely
reached this guy's chin.
She beat a
hand against his chest as he continued to fast-walk toward the edge—were they
going to kill her?
"Shh."
Brilliant green eyes clashed with hers and her heart hiccupped. "You're
not going to fall." The warm scent of patchouli and sandalwood tickled her
nose and she sucked in a deep breath, filling her lungs with his underlying
masculine wildness. A sharp sting pricked her neck, then euphoria surged up,
blotting out the fear, and her muscles sagged with relief. The pounding of her
heart stopped bruising her ribs.
"What
did you do?" Rory's agitation barely scored against the bliss enveloping
her mind. It would be all right. Everything would be fine. She opened her mouth
to tell her sorority sister just that. But they weren't paying any attention to
her. Over Green Eyes’ shoulder, she stared at the men racing toward them. Rory
would kick their asses, didn't they know that? But instead of engaging them,
they just blew back, one at a time—slamming into the roof as though punched by
invisible fists.
Huh.
Green Eyes
climbed up onto the ledge and she turned to look over her shoulder. The ground
raced up to meet them. She waited bemusedly for the pain, but it didn't come.
Green Eyes landed on his feet—like a cat—and the smooth motion gave way to a
jagged race as he ran. Amazingly enough, the R.E.X. facility retreated over his
shoulder.
Did he fly? Ten stories from the roof to the
ground. Ten stories and they weren’t a splattered pile of goo. Where was Rory?
"She's
fine. Stop." The whisky warm breath tickled her ear. She was wrapped
completely around the giant of a man and beating on him. Her fists released
obediently and her bloody palms swam into view. She'd clenched her hands so
hard, crescent moon shaped cuts had formed against the skin. "We're clear.
Halo, out?"
Clear of what? She wanted to ask the questions but,
no sooner did they form, they drifted away on a peaceful haze. A door opened
and Green Eyes set her down on something soft. She rolled onto her side, cheek
tucked against a raspy blanket. It didn't smell as sweet as he did and she
tried to protest, but her eyelids drooped.
She couldn't
wait to analyze this dream when she woke up.
SNOW WOLF (WOLVES OF WILLOW BEND)
Ranae is the youngest of the Buckleys, and the only girl amongst three powerful
male siblings. Her restlessness and dominant nature has affected every
relationship within Willow Bend, not to mention testing the patience of her
Alpha. Apprenticeship to the Hunters fed her desire for a purpose. When her
Alpha and eldest brother ask her to undertake a mission to the Yukon territory,
she’s thrilled at the opportunity for a real chance to be useful. Clashing with the Alpha was the last thing she
expected on the dangerous assignment.
The oldest Alpha in the U.S. packs, lives a gray
existence. The loss of his mate so many decades before wears away at him, until
he doesn’t give a damn about anything. The problems of the other packs are not
his, and he prefers to be left to his isolation. The arrival of the Chief
Enforcer annoys him, but it is the wolf traveling with him who wakes the
predator in Diesel. The scent of mate clings to her, but she rejects his
overtures and challenges him on every level.
HUNT ME
One Thief...
Wealthy,
titled, and very privileged, Lady Katherine Hardwicke successfully eluded some
of the best thieves in the world in a quest to obtain the Fortunate Buddha. Her
time is running out and her enemies are closing in, and one deliciously enigmatic
man seems determined to get in her way. Will he save her or end her quest
forever?
One Hunt...
Jarod
Parker wears many faces and lies for a living, but when the same thief steals
the Buddha out from beneath his agents not once but twice, this handler returns
to the field. His target? The last woman anyone would suspect of being the
thief. But is he really after the Buddha or has this brilliant woman stolen his
heart?
One Choice...
Their
sensuous game of cat and mouse turns deadly when a third player turns up the
heat, but can these two liars come clean with each other or will they lose it
all?
About Heather Long:
National bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas summertime. From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories—her characters drive the books. When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.
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