Please welcome April Zyon to the blog today, talking about HACKED..
Holly Smith has always had a certain affinity with computers. By day, she strengthens Internet security for corporations. By night, she’s a hacker. When she hits upon what she believes to be an author’s unpublished manuscript, she finds herself reading about a world where warriors of old wage war against a dark force bent on consuming everything it touches. Then she finds out it’s all true.
Demaratus of Corinth has seen a lot during his lifetime. And while many things prove useful, he finds technology to be a greater hindrance than a help. Sent to find the hacker who managed to penetrate their base’s security, he is stunned to realize who she is to him. As the darkness closes in on them, Demaratus and Holly will have to battle to survive not only the coming fight but the war that is gaining momentum.
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Deidre pursed her lips as she stared at Holly. “Do you have a birth certificate?” The woman hadn’t even batted a lash at Holly’s declaration of what she could do to electronics. “While I don’t like it, it will have to do.”
“I don’t have it with me, but I do have a birth certificate. Well, one that I had to have created for me. See, I was dropped off at a children’s home when I was maybe four years old and before that they really weren’t the caring and loving family that most kids have. The people who gave life to me didn’t give them my name or anything like that. They just left me after I had a tantrum and they found out what I could do. I only have very vague memories of the time before them, the tantrum and then the home, but I do remember being terrified and knowing that it was all my fault because I was a bad kid. So, the birth certificate was made for me by the state. I don’t know if it’s my real birthday, and it’s certainly not my real name, but I don’t care. They left me, so it’s good to be away from them, you know?”
Deidre gave Holly a nod and a sympathetic look. “It will do. We’ll take a picture for the file, though. It will be a print, from an old Polaroid camera, actually, and will remain the only copy. If you can have the paperwork all done prior to end of business today, that would be wonderful,” she added.
“Thank you for understanding. As far as I know, I don’t blitz out old cameras, because they are mechanically moving parts instead of computerized and so on. Heck, just take the picture now. I don’t mind. I really don’t. Just keep it in house, if you would, please?”
“I’ll take the photo when you return your paperwork and not a moment sooner. It will be seen by no one but myself or Mercury. Now go. You have a lot of handwriting to accomplish. And if you wouldn’t mind, dear, ensure that it’s nice and neat so I can read it. Stay on the lines, keep it in English, and don’t get creative.” Deidre gave Demaratus a dirty look before shooting Holly a tight but pleasant enough smile.
“Damn, I can’t write in binary? Okay. I promise I’ll be good, but only because I like you.” Holly smirked. “Don’t know why, but I think that you and I will be friends.” She then looked to Demaratus. “Come on, let’s go, shall we?”
He gave her a nod and, with a small bow to Deidre, opened the door for her. Placing his hand on her back, he guided her along. Toward the elevators, she realized. Stepping in, he pressed a button and eased his jacket off her shoulders when she fidgeted with it. He swung it around himself and shrugged back into it. “When Deidre says to do something, always make sure you do it. She has complete control of her little world, and though she never abuses the power, she’s been known to remind us on occasion of her place. I do have to say that she’s nicer than the last head of HR we had.”
“I will. I was just yanking her chain a bit. She looks far too uptight for being as young as she is. Is she one of those VV things as well? Shit, I guess I shouldn’t say ‘things’ since I’m one, too, huh? Sorry, I talk a lot. You should see me when I’m programming. I get even worse when I’m talking my way through troubles and issues. Strange, aren’t I?”
“No, Deidre isn’t one of the vestal virgins. She’s straight-up human but in the know on who and what the guardians are.” Demaratus gave Holly a thoughtful look and shrugged. “Someone needs to fill the quiet, and you have a lovely voice.”
“As long as you’re good with it. Because I have to tell you that I kind of like talking to you. It’s nice being able to tell you anything and everything that’s on my mind. Too bad she’s not one of them. Another question.” She slipped her hand into his. “You’re super old, like whoa, so does that mean when I die you will have someone else born to be yours?”
“Should you actually want to complete the bond with me, our lives would be intertwined. In other words, your lifespan is tied to mine, and however long I survive, you will continue on as you are at that very moment. It doesn’t keep you from getting colds, or hangnails, but you do get the added bonus of a very long life.”
“I like you. Just met you, but I do like you. I would really like to get to know more about you. I think that you and I have a lot in common, which is awesome, don’t you think? We should, if we’re supposed to be able to be tied together, our lives and souls and whatnot. I already feel as if I know you from the dreams that I’ve had of you all of my life. You saved my sanity growing up.”
“It would be nice to know we have a few things in common. Though how many is anyone’s guess. As you pointed out, I’m a bit on the older side. You seem to have an affinity with technology, while on the best of days it baffles me greatly. I can manage with some things, but only to a point. Anything beyond that point has my head aching.”
“That’s why you have me,” she told him with a grin. “I’ll make sure that all of your gadgets work and keep you okay, and then from there we’ll figure out what you can do for me.” She leaned into him, something she found herself doing a lot. “Although, I have a feeling you’ll do far more for me than I’ll ever do for you.”
“Doubtful, though I like the thought,” he said softly. He squeezed her hand and led her out of the elevator. Their next stop was what he called their dining hall. It was a large yet cozy space, with little groupings of sitting areas, as well as several long tables. Leading her to the buffet, he gave her a tray, plate, and utensils, then waved her forward.
Holly began to take her fill, then moved in just a bit closer to Demaratus. “Why are they all looking at us?” she whispered.
“Ignore them. They’re still trying to figure you out.” He turned to give the men a look that had them all bailing out at high speeds for the door. Facing her again, he cocked a brow. “You need to eat.”
“I will.” She shuffled down to the fruits and vegetables. “Oh, I love veggies.” She took one of the stir-fries and a bottle of soy sauce. “Okay, I need water, and then I’m good.”
“I’ll get it. Go ahead and choose a spot.”
“Thanks.” She walked away from Demaratus and took a table near one of the walls at the outer edge of the cafeteria. She watched him get his food. Then she shifted so that he could put himself with his back to the wall. “I figured that you would like to have your back to the wall.”
He tipped his head slightly and set his tray down next to hers. Removing his jacket, he put it over another chair, set the file on the seat, then settled in at her side. He passed her the bottle of water from his tray while picking up the cup of coffee to sip from. “Why would you think I’d want that?” he finally asked.
“From the time that you came from, and the people that you were, you don’t necessarily trust people at your back, and I get that.” She bumped her shoulder to his. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
“No, you’re not wrong. I was only curious to hear what you believed my reasoning was for it. It was a very good assessment, if lacking a few details.” Lifting his hand, he brushed the corner of her mouth.
“So, do you want to tell me what your actual reasoning is?” She wanted to know everything about him.
“An enemy of honor would come at you face-to-face. That way when one of you fell in battle, you would be given the warrior’s passage to the next life. An enemy of dishonor comes at your back, though, thinking and hoping to catch you when you are unaware. They will attack when you are most vulnerable. In your own home, where you think it is safe, and you can truly relax, for example. If enough enemies—or people you thought were your friends—attack you at your back, you begin to realize there’s nowhere safe in the world and to have your back to a wall at all times is the only recourse. That way, you can always see everyone attempting to end your miserable existence and, hopefully, end theirs first.”
“I’m sorry.” She reached out to put her hand on his to give it a squeeze. “Well, I’ll have your back now and make sure that no one comes at you. Promise.”
“You may need to start wearing heels, then,” he told her. When she stared at him, he eyed her up and down. “You’re a little on the short side. You won’t cover enough of my back without a little height, Holly.”
“Hey, I’m as tall as a mountain,” she said with a smirk. “But don’t worry. Seriously. I’ll protect you.”
Nodding, he leaned in to press a kiss to her temple. “I believe you, little warrior. Don’t trip over your own feet during the attempt to keep eyes on everything around you, though. It doesn’t do well on the reputation to be known as the klutz of the team.”
She snorted. “Too late. Unless I’m behind a keyboard, I’m a total klutz. You know that, lovely man.” She bumped her shoulder to his again and, after giving his hand another squeeze, she let go and began to eat.
“No, I only know you’re claiming that. We’ll see when we get you into training if you are as much of a klutz as you say. Close-quarters combat and hand-to-hand is a requirement for all our people to learn. You will also need to be proficient with at least one handgun and one rifle. You may also want to hit the gym to assist in some upper body strength you’ll need for the fighting scenarios.”
“Wait, what? No.” She shook her head. “I don’t do gyms, and I really don’t do guns. I do computers. Not those things. No way in hell. Sorry, but no.” She would likely have an allergic reaction. “I hate gyms, seriously hate them. I do yoga in the privacy of my own bedroom, but running and all that—nope. Not happening. I will be the first one to die in the zombie apocalypse, so yeah.”
“There’s no way you would die in a zombie apocalypse. They’d have to get through me first,” he said. “I will also be with you for all of it, but you need to have the basics at a minimum so that if the worst happens you can protect yourself and others. This is a worst-case scenario where all power, and therefore all contact with everyone, is cut off and we are invaded. I can’t say it will never happen, but we all work our damnedest to ensure it won’t. On the off chance that it does happen, I need to know you’re safe.”
“Aww, that’s the best thing that anyone has ever said to me—that they would take care of me in the ZA.” She sighed and shook her head. “I really don’t do all that well with weapons. I don’t. I’m sorry, but I would be afraid I would hurt someone instead of protect myself.”
“Will you at least try? If I assess that you’re not good with a gun, you will never have one put into your hand. But it’s mandatory that we at least put you through it all, so we know in an emergency situation what your strengths are or are not. I will never put you in danger willingly, Holly. You need to trust me at least a little on this.”
“Fine. For you, I will try.” She leaned into him and smiled. “I trust you. I barely know you, but I do trust you completely. Maybe it’s because of the dreams that I’ve had of you all of my life. So, if you’re the one who’s teaching me how to use a weapon, then I will take every single chance that I have in order to learn. Promise.”
“It requires full-body contact. I’ll be the only one teaching you,” he said gruffly.
“That’s a very good thing.” She took a deep breath. “I look forward to the close-quarters teaching with you.” She picked up another piece of food and ate it. “Will we be able to stick together for a while? You won’t be going out on missions or whatever for a while, right?”
“Only if it’s required, but doubtful, unless you find one of the VV’s and Mercury requires me to be there for backup. Depending on the area where the VV’s are found, and any indicators on what their gifts might be, he makes the determination on who he thinks will help convince them to return to the base and the safety here. Doesn’t always work, but he does his best with the information supplied.” Demaratus looked to the door suddenly and tipped his chin up.
The one she recognized as Alexander came in with a blonde woman. She was laughing up toward the man but turned to look their way and waved her fingers.
“He actually looks like he’s ready to smile. Does he ever?” Holly asked and waved back. “Who’s the woman? Is that his wife or girlfriend or, well, what are the VV’s to the men?”
“She’s his VV, the one the goddess has chosen for him to help him on his journey through the rest of his days. Her name’s Phoenix.” Wiping his napkin across his mouth, he tossed it on top of his empty plate and sat back in his seat. “The bond between a guardian and their VV is more than marriage and much more than a girlfriend. It is deep, personal, intense, and life altering. It is permanent, forever, and something that helps to soften the slightly rougher edges we have. In some cases, anyway.”
“Is that why I already feel so much for you in such a short amount of time? Is that why I’m drawn to you in a massive way? Because I am.”
“Extremely,” he said, nodding. “Every touch, every kiss, every moment spent together helps to strengthen the bond until it will hurt if the bond isn’t completed. I’ve heard rumors that a bond not properly formed can be broken if the VV decides to leave. There will always be a yearning for what never was, but it can never be recaptured. I don’t know if that is truth or a creative fiction designed to make us appreciate the precious gifts the VV’s are when they come into our lives.”
“So, I’m a precious gift to you?” she asked with a smile. “I think that you’re pretty awesome, too.” She looked to the couple getting their food now. “At least you smile. Maybe not as much as I do, but you do and that makes me all kinds of excited. You have a fabulous smile.”
He frowned at her, shaking his head slowly. “I do not smile,” he corrected. “As to your question—yes, you are. I’ve been alive for a long time, but I have never felt even a small portion of what I already feel for you for any other.” Lifting his hand, he brushed his fingers gently across her face. “You are beyond precious to me, little warrior. You are irreplaceable and perfect.”
She leaned in and placed a kiss to his cheek. Against his ear she whispered, “You’ve smiled for me. Once. Give it time, though, and you will smile some more, I promise.” She hoped she would get a great deal more of them from this man. “Now, do we need to scooch over a bit so your friends can sit with us?”
About The Author
Having been a lover of the written word all her life April has always wanted to expand her horizons and write something that could be shared with the world. Only one thing held April back, the fact that the letters and numbers mixed and jumbled more often than not. Diagnosed with Dyslexia when she was eight years old April had to work her butt off just to be able to keep up with the other kids in reading and writing, so her love for fictional writing was tossed to the wayside for the moment.
Time marched on, as it always does, and she forgot her childhood dream of becoming an author and instead focused on what she had to – creating a career for herself.
As the endless waves of time passed the shores became less rocky and more sandy, a place where she could find an even foot. That and Microsoft invented Word. Hallelujah.
This is where April began her journey into the written world, the world that her imagination had been ceaselessly creating for her entire adult life.
Now she has been given a chance to let her literary wings unfold and fly, thanks to the amazing publishers with Evernight Publishing and Secret Cravings Publishing.Now its time to let the dream take flight and watch it soar!
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It has been a long time between blog posts but I have been busy, busy writing and editing and meeting deadlines as well as teaching (my day job) and looking after my hubbie and three boys (my life). Life has been great and this week got even more exciting with the release of Drummer Girl, the second book in the Moonstone Series.
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Shawna Gill is living two lives. That of the good, obedient minister’s daughter still seeking redemption for a mistake she made years ago and that of a passionate, talented percussionist for all girl band Moonstone. For years she has done a brilliant job at keeping her two worlds and her two persona's separate. But that is all about to change.
When asked to fill in for up and coming rock band The Lair on their new album she jumps at the chance, even though it means working with her nemesis Adam Wilson. Adam represents everything Shawna has tried to avoid and she is determined to avoid him at all costs, even if it means denying what she wants and how she feels. Because Shawna is not just protecting herself, but she is protecting a secret she has been hiding for six years. A secret more precious than her own heart.
“What do you want, Adam?” she asked wearily.
I moved into the dressing room which was still empty, making my way over to her until I was close. “You.” I said it without thinking, it just came out, but the moment I said it, the moment my word hit the air around us I knew it was true. They were everything I’d been thinking for weeks now, everything I’d been feeling but too scared to admit.
She blinked. “Excuse me.”
“I miss you,” I tried again, “we all miss you.”
She exhaled. “Oh. I’m sorry about leaving you guys like that … I just, I couldn’t…” She stopped talking and lowered her eyes to her hands.
Reaching out a hand I lifted her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. “Shawna…”
She shook her head, “I just had too much going on already. With school and my family and church commitments. Even Moonstone…”
“You aren’t thinking of quitting the band are you?”
“Yes”—she paused—“no. I don’t know. I mean, I don’t want to but I’m not sure where this is all headed and I need some direction right now. I need to be able to see my future.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked. “No one can see what will happen in the future. All we have is the present, right here and right now.”
She nodded but I got the feeling she didn’t quite believe me.
“You love Moonstone,” I pushed, “you love playing drums. It’s part of who you are.”
She smiled, “You don’t even know who I am.”
“Well that is where you are wrong,” I said, offering her a small smile. I let my eyes roam over her face, over her body, which still glistened with perspiration from the show. She smelled amazing, like strawberries and something else, something primal that made my stomach harden. “I know you’re smart and sassy, I know you’ve got a tongue that could cut steel, I know you’re generous and willing to help people, and I know that you’re beautiful and fucking unbelievably sexy.”
I watched as color crept slowly up her throat and then her cheeks. She swallowed and licked her lips, my words obviously having an effect on her. Heartened I kept talking.
“I know you’re talented but scared at the same time,” I said, “vulnerable, but stronger than you think. I know that when you look at me like that I want to kiss you so fucking hard that no one will ever be able to kiss you again.”
“Adam…” her eyes went wide and round but she didn’t make any moves to step away from me as I came closer, until my body was flush against hers and she had to tilt her head right back to maintain eye contact. Her pupils dilated and our bodies were so close I could feel the rapid pulse of her heart in her chest.
“I know all this because I know you, Shawna,” I continued, “because I know what you need and what you want and I know right now, you want me to kiss you.”
I waited a split second, gave her half a chance to deny it before I lowered my head and kissed her. It wasn’t a light, gentle kiss this time, it was something I’d kept pent up for some time and which I could only now release. I pressed her back against the makeup counter, hoisting her up so her legs wrapped around my waist as I continued the assault on her mouth. Her lips parted willingly for me and her tongue met mine in a delicious, decadent dance. When I heard her make that little sound in the back of her throat I thought I’d gone to heaven and I wanted nothing more than to hear it again, to do things to make her squeal and squirm with pleasure, to buck beneath me and call out my name.
Her hands roamed over my back before inching under my t-shirt to touch bare skin. I groaned into her mouth, sucking on her lower lip as she ran her hands up my back, lifting my t-shirt as she went. Barely breaking the kiss I reached back and tugged the shirt off and over my head before coming back to her. With just her thin tank top between us I could feel the warmth of her body, touch the coolness of her skin and feel it contrast to the hardness and the heat of mine. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.
My lips left hers and traced hot kisses down her throat, sucking and biting and tasting. She was divine, like strawberries and cream and I wondered if I’d ever get enough. If I’d ever be able to get as close as I wanted to with her.
Tugging on the straps of her tank top I pushed them down to the lace bra she wore underneath. I groaned, my eyes lighting on her breasts and the cherry red nipples peeking through the fabric. Her hands went to my head and she arched her back, giving me access to where I wanted to be. My mouth closed over the delicate lace and I sucked hard, feeling her harden against my tongue as my other hand went to the other breast, pinching and squeezing it and giving it as much as attention as the other one.
Her hands were running over me as if she couldn’t get enough which was good because that was exactly how I felt. Lifting my head I peered at her for a second, taking in the plump, parted lips, the sweet, soft pants, the way her chest rose and fell, the way she gazed up at me with hooded eyes, her pupils dilated. Fuck she was beautiful and I wanted more.
Using my foot I kicked the door to the dressing room closed, noting that no one had bothered us anyhow for a few minutes. Obviously they’d seen what was going on and had retired elsewhere, but I didn’t need to think about that now, I just wanted to think about Shawna and losing myself in everything Shawna.
“Adam,” she whispered in my mouth as my mouth slanted over hers, demanding more which she eagerly gave.
I was having trouble controlling my breathing now and the massive erection that I pressed into the core of her, desperate to feel her heat wrapped around me. Not here though, I told myself, I couldn’t take her here, backstage of a shitty bar with a bunch of people waiting for us outside. She deserved better than that and I knew I was capable of giving better than that.
A rapping on the door interrupted us and I stepped back, almost stumbling away from Shawna as the knocking coincided with my own nagging thoughts. Shawna blinked, her mouth still parted from the kiss and looked at me before she colored and stared at the ground.
I opened my own mouth to say something several times and then closed it.
“You should go,” she said after a long moment, her eyes heavy and hooded, and her breath still coming in short pants. “No wait, I should go … no…”
I stared hard at her and had the terrible feeling that I’d fucked things royally this time.
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