Agent S5: Jaydan (D.I.R.E. Agency #5) by Joni Hahn – Guest Post + Giveaway

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Agent S5: Jaydan (D.I.R.E. Agency #5) by Joni Hahn
Publication Date: December 18, 2014
Genre: Sci-fi Romantic Suspense

Agent S5- Jaydan.v8-Final


Agent S5: Jaydan Rose


• Former D.I.R.E. Enemy Agent
• D.I.R.E. Double Agent


• Muscle Acceleration/Strength

Now that he’s part of the D.I.R.E. Agency’s 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 brother’s wedding, Jaydan gets a lead on the missing sister-in-law of Riordan “Saint” 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, and prove he’s worthy of his new D.I.R.E. enhancement.

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, she’ll have the credibility she craves.

When she threatens to search for the missing woman with or without him, Jaydan smells trouble, but knows he has 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 they’ve stumbled onto something bigger than themselves. While the lines of reality and imitation become blurred, a psychotic maniac makes plans for Hope.

Will Jaydan’s past rear its ugly head and destroy them both, or does history have plans of its own?



Being the strongest man in the world, Jaydan Rose could smack talk with the best of them. Put him up against Olympic weightlifters and athletes around the world, and he had them beat, hands down.

However, mustering the strength to put up with Hope Powers for any length of time nearly had him crying uncle every time.

“Jaydan, can’t you wait until the meeting gets started at eight?”

Swallowing down the last bite of a cinnamon raisin bagel, he turned to face her. His week-old strength enhancement required him to eat a lot of carbohydrates, and the lavish continental breakfast in the Powers International conference room seemed special-ordered just for him.

Staring into her glittering, ice green eyes, he licked the crumbs from his thumb before picking up a blueberry muffin.

She blew out a breath of frustration.

“I’m a growing boy, Les. I need to eat.”

Her eyes narrowed into tiny slits. He’d tagged her with the nickname Hopeless and called her Les for short. She despised it.

That’s why he used it.

“Rose is going through some intense training and needs the carbohydrates.” His boss, Mitchell Jacobs, came to stand on the other side of Hope. “I encouraged him to eat.”

Her gaze traveled up his jeans-clad legs, past his rodeo belt buckle, to dart across his shoulders. He felt his body heat, the dense muscle hardening as if it were moving into acceleration mode.

“So, he’s been working out, Mitchell?” She cocked an eyebrow. “I thought he’d just put on a few pounds.”

Jaydan scowled at her. I’ve got your pounds hanging, princess.

Mitchell’s rare grin chafed him. The D.I.R.E. Agency head honcho knew better than anyone that Jaydan’s muscles were ten times harder and denser than the fittest athlete, his metabolism…just insane.

As for Hope, she wore her hair up today, exposing her smooth, graceful neck. If he gave in to his urge to choke her, today would be an ideal day.

He flexed his bicep in front of her. “Feel that and tell me I’m out of shape.”

Swallowing hard, her gaze darted to his face before shooting to Mitchell. She gave his boss a small smile.

“Please help yourselves while I go check on my father.”

Disappointment filtered through Jaydan as his gaze followed her across the room. Today, rather than looking like a fashion magazine model or resident of the Playboy mansion, she wore a business suit of navy blue, her killer legs exposed from mid-thigh down, her long, platinum blonde hair tucked into a bun at the back of her head.

She had a swing in her backside that entranced, a sweet, innocent smile that hid the she-lion beneath. Although he’d only seen it once, on that fateful night of Dan Meeks’ fundraiser, her abundant cleavage still managed to make its way into his daydreams, despite how he felt about her.

Hopeless Powers drove him nuts.

“She wants Powers International to join forces with D.I.R.E.” Picking up a plate, Mitchell surveyed the array of food before him. “She wants to act as liaison.”

The last of Jaydan’s muffin fell to the floor and disintegrated into tiny pieces. D.I.R.E. stood for Defense, Intelligence and Reconnaissance Enforcement. It was the most elite, private security agency in the world. Its Science Division gave him and others like him scientifically-enhanced super powers. Nothing in that entire scenario included shopping, party planning or yoga.

However, Hope did claim to have visionary powers. Though he’d never witnessed them himself, Saint, his best friend and her half-brother, believed in her. Since the fellow D.I.R.E. agent was the most skeptical person Jaydan knew, there had to be some credence to her skills.

“You can’t possibly consider it.” Jaydan piled three bagels, a croissant, fruit salad and another blueberry muffin on his plate.

Pointing a pair of tongs at his pile of food, Mitchell nodded toward it. “You need to eat more. Once you’ve acclimated to your new system, you’ll know how many carbohydrates your body needs. Right now, you need to feed it and feed it well.” Turning to shake Luke’s hand, Mitchell spoke out of the side of his mouth. “And yes, it’s a serious consideration.”

Jaydan’s plate wobbled in his hand. Powers International and D.I.R.E.? With Hope as liaison?

No way in hell. None. Nada. Nil.

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Guest Post

When I was approached about writing a post on my typical writing day, I laughed. Was there such thing as a typical writing day? Did I want a typical writing day?
From a creative standpoint, shouldn’t I strive for an atypical writing day?

Then again, with my schedule, I should be grateful for any kind of writing day.

Though I yearn for nine hours of sleep a night, I usually get about six. I’ll be the first to admit, I don’t do as well on six hours as I do on nine. So, right off the bat, I put my creative self at a disadvantage.

Up at five thirty a.m. each morning, I leave for work around seven (No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to move fast in the mornings). My job is very demanding so I usually don’t have time to break for a quick Facebook post or message. If I do, it’s usually riddled with auto-correct misspellings because I’m trying to shoot it off real quick before someone walks in and catches me.

I work a couple of miles from home so I’m able to go home for lunch most days. During the forty minutes at home, I try to take care of pressing author business and answer emails. I also try to eat somewhere in there and throw a load of laundry in the washer on delayed start.

If I don’t have to run errands, I usually get home around 5:30pm. The next hour or so is spent preparing and eating dinner, and spending a few precious minutes with my husband. At some point in the evening, I inevitably get a call or visit from my son, daughter, mom or other relative/friend so I don’t get started on my writing business until about seven p.m.

I try to skim emails and Facebook to check in with my street team and take care of anything pressing that’s come in since lunch. After that, I turn on and turn off the Internet. I write, revise, edit, etc. depending on where I’m at in the book creation process. I try to get in three hours of writing but it usually ends up being about two just because of other author business. I’m a slow reviser, so reaching a point where I feel comfortable sending something to my editor can take several weeks.

On average, I’m in bed between eleven and eleven thirty. I’m out when my head hits the pillow.

I know. You’re riveted. I can tell.

Weekends are usually my catch up writing time, although its also catch up time for family, church, errands, local RWA chapter meetings, etc. Throw in a birthday celebration, trip to the doctor, car maintenance, etc. and I’m out.

My husband has been amazingly tolerant with my schedule. I’m the one that suffers from withdrawals when I’m on deadline and can’t spend much time with him. When a book goes to my editor, or hits the stores, it’s a sure bet I’m spending the next day or two with him.

My New Year’s resolution is to figure out a better way to manage my time. I’ve always been a time management, efficiency freak but with two careers, I’m in way over my head. I do have Authors HQ on retainer to help me with business and promotion and they do an amazing job! However, there are many things I just have to do myself.

So, there you have it. My typical – atypical? – day.

Don’t try this at home, kids.

To be honest, I’m really striving for a schedule like this:

• After nine hours of sleep, wake at seven a.m.
• Exercise for forty-five minutes to an hour before showering and starting my day.
• Write for eight hours straight
• Make dinner for the hubs and spend time with him
• Do business and promo in the evenings
• Spend Saturdays taking care of family/household business; catch up on author business, if necessary
• Spend Sundays reading

Realistic? Or, just ridiculous?

If you have any tips, please post them in the comments. I can use them.

about author

By 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 on earth 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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