Thursday, 16 January 2014

The D.I.R.E. Agency by Joni Hahn Blog Tour - Excerpts + Giveaway


Agent I1: Tristan (The D.I.R.E. Agency #1) by Joni Hahn
Publication Date: 16th December 2013

• Second generation Former Navy SEAL
• DIRE’s top agent
• Teleportation
• Invisibility

Raised in the art of warfare, Former Navy SEAL, Tristan Jacobs, has always been a force to reckon with. Now that D.I.R.E. has successfully implemented his scientific enhancements, he’s a walking weapon. Unstoppable, as long as he stays focused. No relationships.

When ex-BUD/S teammate, Aidan Monroe, interrupts his long-awaited sabbatical to call in a favor, Tristan reluctantly fills the simple request: take out his sister’s fiancé.

One problem: Rachel Monroe - smokin’ hot, kind-hearted, and in desperate need of a protector. After the best sex of his life, Tristan’s afraid unstoppable is just a memory. Knowing Aidan’s temper, Tristan could be, too.

Rachel Monroe had a plan to help her mother. Her brother ruined everything when his gorgeous, super-agent friend teleported her to some forsaken island - and his bed. She’s drawn to him despite the fact he’s a professional agent, much like the people suspected of killing her father.

Now, his enemies have come to her small town, looking for vengeance.

Have they found more than they bargained for? Or, does the past have its own retribution in mind?

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Excerpt from Agent I1: Tristan

She laid her cheek on his chest. His heart beat strong and loud against her ear. “Are you in danger a lot?”
     OK, you just told him you didn’t want to know, so why are you asking?
     He lay silent for several moments. “Immediate danger, no. I try to avoid that. But, most situations I walk into can turn at any moment.”
     She really didn’t want to know that. “Do you ever get scared?” Just shut it, Monroe.
     His voice was low, resigned. “I tell myself fear is a decision. But, yeah, I’ve been scared.”
     A disquieting sense of need came over her. She wanted to fix that fear. She wanted to take it away from Tristan and assure him he’d never have to fear again.
     She clutched his hand in hers. “For instance...?”
     Taking a deep breath, Tristan’s voice rumbled at her ear. “Once, someone assigned me to watch over a woman. She wasn’t with me long before I made her cry and I-“
     She popped him on the chest. “Not funny, Jacobs.”
     “It’s the truth.”
     Rachel pulled up to look at him. “Me crying scared you?”
     His eyes held a devilish twinkle. “Terrified me.”
     “Are you really that big of a wuss?”
     Tristan burst out laughing. The next thing she knew, she lay flat on her back in the grass and stared up into his sparkling blue eyes. She loved the view from this angle.
     Her gaze dropped to his mouth. That gorgeous, stubble-trimmed mouth that spouted promises she’d only heard in her dreams. It made perfect sense that her emotions, her hormones, were totally freaking out tonight, right? That after the day and evening she’d had, Tristan Jacobs, a virtual stranger, made her body want for things she’d done with only two men on earth? That in Scotland, under the full moon, with no one around to remind her she was an idiot, Rachel wanted to make love with him in the grass of Dunnottar Castle?
     “You’re not very bright, insulting a man that has you halfway across the world, barefoot, with no money or phone.”
     Spreading her palms out over his chest, she trailed them up his shoulders. “Well then, I may have to use whatever means necessary to ensure I get home.”
     He stilled above her. “Aidan would kill me.”
     “Then it’s a good thing Aidan isn’t here.”

Agent E2: Aidan (The D.I.R.E. Agency #2) by Joni Hahn
Publication Date: 16th December 2013

Agent E2- Aidan.v3Credentials:

• Second generation Former Navy SEAL
• DIRE’s latest SEAL acquisition
• Electrical Conductor

Former Navy SEAL, Aidan Monroe, embraces risk. Show him a hint of danger – or a beautiful woman - and he’s all over it. The only commitments in his life: his new D.I.R.E. enhancements and finding his father’s killers.

Cassandra Naylor, daughter of D.I.R.E.’s greatest foe, has one goal in mind: save her father and twin brother. However, she didn’t bank on D.I.R.E.’s superpowers, or Aidan Monroe’s irresistible appeal.

Cassandra can’t ignore the scorching electricity between her and Aidan. When their passion is unleashed after a night of dangerous, life-changing events, Cassandra knows there’s no going back. Yet, giving in to her feelings guarantees her father’s vengeful wrath.

While they fight their attraction for one another, traitors from the past, and death-defying circumstances force shocking revelations to the surface.

Can their love overcome history and betrayal? Or, will the past rob them of any future they have together?

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Excerpt from Agent E2: Aidan

     In order to be a true super-agent, a man needed a pair of breasts and a push up bra.
     Cassandra Naylor zipped up her black jacket as she stepped over the unconscious D.I.R.E. agent lying in the hospital’s fourth floor corridor. Men were such predictable animals. Flash them some perky cleavage and they were distracted like an ADD child at an amusement park.
     Slipping off her high heel pumps, Cassandra shoved them into her tote and jogged down the hall barefoot. It hadn’t taken much to hack into the hospital’s computer network and find her father’s name on the patient roster. What had scared the manure out of her was his location: Fourth Floor ICU.
     According to the hospital’s map, ICU was on the second floor.
     Finding a door marked ICU, Cassandra pushed it open and peeked around the corner. She gasped. Big, rugged Robert Naylor lay pale and unconscious, a myriad of tubes and wires connecting him to an intimidating group of machines. An oxygen mask covered his face, a ventilator at his bedside.
     Letting the door swish shut behind her, Cassandra stepped over to the bed. Taking his limp hand in hers, she squeezed it, hoping to elicit some type of response. Her tears increased with her grip until she held his hand in a white-knuckled hold.
     “What happened, Father? Who did this?”
     You know who did it. Mitchell Jacobs and his D.I.R.E. Agency.
     The hospital records showed a gunshot wound to the chest. Thank God, he’d survived. She couldn’t imagine life without him. He, Dar and Naylor Interests were her life. If he died, her entire world died with him.
     Leaning over, Cassandra gave him a feather-light kiss on the forehead. His skin felt cool against her lips, her body heated from the post-midnight excursion into the hospital. She’d never attempted anything like this alone. That had always been Dar’s specialty.
     “Where’s Dar, Father?” She stroked back the hair from his forehead. “What have they done with him?”
     Her twin could be free, in a local jail, or well on his way to D.I.R.E. Headquarters. Mitchell Jacobs would like nothing more than to interrogate Robert Naylor’s son – then kill him.
     The elevator dinged down the hall. She heard male voices, then running footsteps.
     Guess they found her unconscious agent.
     She had to get out of there.
     Pulling up her blonde waves into a ponytail, Cass shoved her feet into a pair of ballet slippers and donned her glasses. Her father wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon. She had to find Dar so they could decide what to do. How would they get her father out of D.I.R.E. custody like this? What should she do about the gun deal that was supposed to take place tomorrow night?
     She had never been involved in that side of the business. Her father and Dar had purposely kept her away from the danger. Yet, now she found herself in charge and in doubt of what to do.
     Inadequacy weighed on her shoulders like concrete.
     Opening the door a slit, she peeked down the hall.
     Opening the door further, she stuck out her head and looked to her right.
     The body had disappeared.
     An agent ran toward her.
     Bolting out the door, Cassandra ran in the opposite direction. Taking a right at the first crossroad, she ran toward the stairwell, heavy male footsteps closing in on her. She hit the exit door and flew down the stairs, her slippers floating over the hard concrete steps.
     The door slammed opened behind her. Blast, blast. Strong footsteps followed, gaining more ground than she could ever cover with her size eight feet. He jumped over the handrail and landed behind her.
     Cassandra’s heart leapt to her throat. She couldn’t afford to get caught. She had to save her family.
     “Stop. I just want to talk to you.”
     Sure, you do. With a little water and a towel over my face.
     The first floor door came into sight. If she could make it to the ground floor, she could lose him in the bustle of emergency room activity.
     He grabbed Cassandra’s arm from behind. A shock of electricity shot through her. She convulsed violently, her body shaking and quivering with abandon.
     He dropped her arm. Cassandra collapsed on the landing, her head bouncing off the plaster wall. Pain exploded at the back of her skull. Her body hummed, every nerve ending charged and sizzling. Dizziness shrouded her head, her brain groggy.
     He dropped down beside her. She gazed up at him through lazy eyes. Her heart stopped, any hope for breath lodging in her lungs.
     She must have died and gone to the hot angel floor of heaven.
     Bright, emerald green eyes stared down at her beneath furrowed brows, a lock of dark copper hair falling over his forehead.
     “Are you okay?” He bent over her.
     Yep. He was an angel all right, with a soft, deep voice that made her body sizzle and her head spin all the more.
     His full, gorgeous lips were by far his most appealing feature, although his chiseled, smooth jaw came in a strong second. He even wore intricately carved copper and gold armbands like archangels in paintings of old.
     The stories of heaven she’d always heard were way underrated.
     “You’re beautiful.”
     He grinned with a dimpled smile that would render an auctioneer speechless.
     “I think you hit your head. Can you stand?”
     Cassandra frowned. As a matter of fact, her head did hurt. Reaching behind her, she felt around in her hair and found a knot the size of a Ping-Pong ball.
     She wasn’t dead?
     Damn. That must mean this guy worked for D.I.R.E.
     That just wouldn’t do.
     Shutting her eyes, Cass took a mental inventory of her body. Other than limbs like noodles and a nagging headache, she felt okay.
     She had to lose him.
     What a pity.

Agent T3: D-Artagnan (The D.I.R.E. Agency #3) by Joni Hahn
Publication Date: 16th December 2013

Agent T3- d-Artagnan.v3Credentials:
• Rebel son of Former Navy SEAL
• Trained under his father
• Time Travel

d’Artagnan (Dar) Naylor: trained by the best, disciplined by the toughest, and raised by the vilest - his father. He bought into Robert Naylor’s life of crime, until he learned the reasons behind it.

Now, he possesses enhancements installed by The D.I.R.E. Agency – an organization he once called enemy. He has to stop the traitors from the past before they destroy the future. And, despite what they say, his decision has nothing whatsoever to do with retro beauty, Jocelyn Chalmers.

Jocelyn wakes up in the future without a memory. All she’s certain of is the fear in her gut and her blinding attraction to gorgeous, protective D.I.R.E. agent, d’Artagnan Naylor.

When close quarters prove too much for their passionate hunger, Dar knows his future is destined for hard decisions. Once Jocelyn’s memory returns, she begs Dar to return to the year nineteen forty-four and save the world.

Yet, to change the past, changed the future. How can they be certain of the consequences of his actions? How can he return her to the past where she belongs after all they’ve shared?

Turbulent times come to a head when the past sends its own version of destruction to the future in the midst of long-awaited retribution.

Can Dar escape his past to save the future? Or, does fate have its own reckoning in mind?

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Excerpt from Agent T3: D-Artagnan

     The sound of running water woke her. Sitting up in bed, she cocked her head.
     It came from her lavatory.
     Someone was in her bathroom.
     Looking around, she needed to find a gun. Something to use as a weapon.
     Spotting a leather bag on her table, she reached over and pulled it into her lap. Rummaging around inside, she found a gun and checked the chamber.
     No bullets. Rats.
     It would have to do.
     Sitting up on the side of the bed, her head swam. Bracing herself on the mattress, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Weakness would not hinder her. She had to stay alert.
     Standing up, her legs wobbled slightly, the floor frigid beneath her bare feet. Approaching the bathroom with careful movements, her heart pounded against her ribs in staccato beats. She darted into the doorway, the gun pointed in front of her.
     A huge, sun-kissed man stood half naked at her lavatory, his eyes wide with surprise. He had large, bare feet and solid, well-developed calves. A white towel rode low on his hips, covering him from knee to navel. His abdomen and chest looked chiseled in stone, with ridges like a turtle shell. His muscular arms were massive, his wide, bulky shoulders filling the tiny room.
     Shaving cream covered his right cheek, his aqua eyes framed in long eyelashes. He had a dreamy, white smile and long, dark hair that clung to his nape in wet strands.
     A movement at his hips drew her gaze. Her face filled with fire.
     “It’s just me. You can put down the gun.”
     She remembered his deep, soothing voice, remembered him sitting beside her on the bed and holding her hand. A sense of calm washed over her, a feeling of trust.
     Was he important to her? A boyfriend or husband, perhaps?
     If he didn’t play either role, she had to be a complete fool. The man gave new meaning to the term gorgeous.
     She lowered the gun. “I, I’m sorry. I’m a little… confused right now.”
     Nodding, he turned off the water and wiped his face clean of shaving cream. “I know, Jocelyn.”
     Her gaze shot to his face. “Is that my name?”
     “Yes. Your name is Jocelyn Chalmers.”
     Hanging the towel on a rack, he closed in on her - or maybe it appeared that way in the small space. Her heart galloped out of control, her gaze two millimeters from the wall of dark hair on his glistening chest. He held a woodsy scent, with a hint of spearmint.
     She inhaled deeply. He smiled. The total effect made her knees weak.
     She braced herself against the door jam.
     “If you give me a minute, I’ll get on some clothes, okay?”
     Her head bobbled like a daft slinky toy.
     Rubbing her temples, Jocelyn went to the window in her room. Her head ached and her face felt like someone had punched her - repeatedly. The doctor said a car hit her. It felt more like a tank.
     Would the throbbing ever stop?
     Jocelyn Chalmers. How could she not know her own name? How could she not remember one blasted thing about herself?
     She stared at the radio tower in the distance. Nothing felt familiar – only him. His deep, baritone voice brought immediate comfort, the memory of his warm, strong hand on hers relaxing her shoulders.
     At least she wasn’t alone. At least she had someone to help her find her memory and get home – wherever that was.
     “Are you hungry?”
     Jocelyn turned her back on the empty field outside her window. He stood in the bathroom doorway, looking far too appealing for her peace of mind. Faded denims clung to his narrow hips and thighs, a black t-shirt stretched tight across his wide shoulders.
     Tingling started in her lower belly and sprouted throughout her body. She wanted to run to him, to throw her arms around his waist and beg him to tell her everything would be all right.
     Caution held her back.
     “I’m starved, but I’d really like something to drink.”
     “What would you like? I’ll get it for you.”
     Panic squeezed her chest, her breath hitching up a notch. “You’re leaving?”
     With a warm smile, he shook his head as he ushered her to the chair. “No, I’ll have someone deliver it.”
     She lowered her brows. Why did she panic that way? Why did the thought of being alone terrify her?
     “You name it – a soft drink, iced tea, latte, or something stiffer?” He grinned boyishly.
     “What is a latte?”

Author Bio - Joni Hahn

JoniHahnBy day, Joni Hahn keeps her secret decoder ring hidden while she works as a mild-mannered HR manager and accounting generalist. She believes the world can never have too many superheroes, and anxiously waits for the call when one will need help saving the world… or getting into his costume. Joni was born with a hopelessly tender heart and believes there is nothing more exhilarating than falling in love (Other than the rear shot of Chris Evans in The Avengers - that was pretty darn exhilarating). A native Texan, she thinks cowboys are the epitome of masculinity, and that country music is the other soul music.

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Prize #1: $30 Amazon Gift Card
Prize #2: Custom-Made D.I.R.E. Agency Necklace
Prize #3: Signed Copy of Agent I1: Tristan by Joni Hahn + Tristan necklace
Prize #4: D.I.R.E. Agency T-Shirt with Winners Choice of Book Cover
Prize #5: Signed Copy of Agent E2: Aidan by Joni Hahn + Aidan necklace
Prize #6: Signed Copy of Agent T3: D'Artagnan by Joni Hahn + Dar necklace

-Ends 26th January 2014


  1. Thanks for having me, today! I appreciate the support!

  2. thanks so much for the giveaway i love the books thanks denise smith

  3. Thanks, Denise!! :)

  4. This sounds like a great read. Thanks for sharing and for the giveaway.

  5. Nice! Thanks for the giveaway! Really cool

  6. Wow! Love this.Thanks for the giveaway.

  7. These books sound so amazing. Loved the excerpts thank you.

  8. What a lovely giveaway. I enjoyed the post; as always, you did an outstanding job.

  9. This series sounds amazing!! Can't wait to read it :D

  10. Thanks for the giveaway! :D

  11. Sounds good, thanks for the giveaway.

  12. These books sound very interesting, not to mention that the covers are so sexy!

  13. This series looks terrific! I love when tough men fall hard and fast usually over feisty women who keep them on their toes, lol.

  14. Thanks for the review :) My to be read shelf is never ending it seems LOL! Thanks for the giveaway too :)