The Judas
Contact
Boomers
Book One
Heather
Long
Genre: sci-fi, adventure, romance
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication: August 1, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-945193-01-9
Word Count: 62000
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
Hope may prove their most dangerous
threat.
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 and Garrett
must save his team from their chips before they can end them, and maybe Ilsa
can prove to Garrett he isn’t toxic to everything he touches…least of all her.
Heroes come in all shapes and sizes. An
alliance with the modern day Halo has given their leader a taste of hope. For
these five lonely soldiers, the single emotion may prove their most dangerous
threat.
Excerpt
It took most of a day to
get the equipment. Fortunately, in the decades since they’d arrived, the team
had created stockpiles of weapons, technology, and safe houses. They came from
a time when vanishing off the streets into an underground network was the only
way to stay alive. They never forgot the habit, no matter how soft the gentle
insanity of the so-called modern world became. Garrett, especially, stayed
abreast of medical research and breakthroughs. Some nightmares a person never
forgot. Security collars and electronic tagging were just a step below the
“invisible fences” for pets.
“You don’t have to do
this, Garrett. Drake and Rex both volunteered to take your place.” Simon came
down to the main level of the warehouse to help him but, instead of loading the
van, he studied Garrett’s profile.
“It’s not a problem. I’m
the most logical choice. I’ve already developed a rapport with the doctor.” He
selected a crate of dried foods. Cooking wasn’t something he enjoyed, but he
could add water and heat with the best of them. He liked the noodle cups. They
actually reminded him of his childhood.
An oddly pleasant
sensation, rather than a painful memory, filled him with every serving.
“Walk me through it
again.” Simon let the argument go for the time being, but Garrett wasn’t fooled
by his mild tone or patient expression. The telepath may invade their minds
upon request, but he kept his own thoughts buttoned up tight.
“We have the estate on
the other end of Long Island. It’s extensive and heavily fortified—she can work
there. It’s late in the season for the normal tourists, which will provide us
with a quiet cover. Once we’re embedded, we’re going to stay in lockdown. I can
use an electronic jammer to block cell signals. Depending on how long it takes
the doc to finish her work, we’ll check in every day.” The plan was hardly
complicated.
“Closest neighbors?”
“Over a thousand yards.
The location is a prime piece of real estate with its own beach. Motion sensors
will alert me to any arrivals. No one from the team will approach without
notifying me ahead of time. You do realize that this is hardly my first picnic.
“
“How are you feeling
about Ilsa?”
Garrett swung around to
meet Simon’s paler than pale gaze without a trace of humor. “She’s a means to
an end. That’s it. She may prove helpful to the cause. Beyond that, I feel very
little.”
Which wasn’t entirely
the truth but, unless Simon dug down past Garrett’s innate defenses, it was the
only truth he planned on sharing. The woman was beautiful, curvy, and real. She
possessed a wildly keen intelligence, but he hadn’t missed the way her eyes lit
up or the excitement that teased her nipples beneath the too thin shirt as she
hammered them with questions about the chip.
Protect her. The chip’s
command aside, he understood his task. Keeping her alive to do her work helped
the mission. The entire plan fell within an acceptable parameter.
“That’s not what I meant
and you know it. Any unusual urges where she is concerned?”
“You mean lust?” Garrett
snorted. “No, my brain is still in my head. I haven’t turned into a hulk of
monosyllabic testosterone driven by the urge to strip her naked at the first
opportunity.” Although he imagined she would be as lovely without her clothes
as she was with them. Her height and generous curves gave her a soft, lush
look.
“It’s a valid question.
You’ve already established a bond with her, volunteered to let her study you
and inserted yourself into an uncomfortable and potentially dangerous position.
If you flip, it could have severe consequences.” Michael might be their
tactical strategist and leader, but Simon counseled their souls. He kept them
whole and on track with his unflinching logic and patience.
“You mean if I go all
caveman à la Michael? No. Not likely. It didn’t bother me that you were all in
the room or talking to her. I doubt that will change during the course of her
work. Besides, if necessary, I can put the doc out without harming her
physically or mentally. Until we know what she knows, we need to keep her
healthy.” Finished with that aspect of the conversation, he inspected the
supplies he’d stored. “Will Rory be able to get the FMRI thing? I know we have
the rest of the pieces she asked for.” They’d converted the wine cellar of the
Hamptons estate into a medical facility. They only used it periodically if an
injury were too severe for their high functioning metabolisms to handle.
Which meant not often.
Simon’s brows knitted
together. “Garrett…this might be more difficult for you than you realized. It
could wake up a lot of dormant memories.”
“I appreciate the
concern but enough with the touchy feely crap. This is a job, no different than
every other job we’ve done since we got here. The chips are active. We need
answers. She can provide us with answers. End of story.” His temper edged
toward frost. “Clear?”
“Clear.” Simon exhaled
and held his hands up. “But you call us if you need us.”
“Yes, father. I will
call you if I have a booboo that needs a Band-Aid. Or maybe I’ll call Michael
if I get the sudden urge to go skipping through the daisies with the doc.” He
was done playing the game. The faster they got the scientist to work, the
faster this would be over. It was a job.
No different than the
hundred other jobs they’d performed, great and small, in the last four decades.
He checked the gear one last time and shut the van up.
Absolutely no
difference.
It was a job.
About the
Author:
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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