GLITCH
Publication Date: 24 November 2014
About
the book:
Taking Pierce Eaglemohr's offer to work for Hawk
Global Industries, in exchange for his hacker skills, was a no-brainer. His
only other option was to stay in jail, with the threat of not making it out
alive. There was only one condition. No past, no memories. With no real friends
or family tying him down, he takes the deal and assumes a new identity working
as the head of IT for one of the fastest growing corporations in the defense
industry.
But he wasn't the only one.
Part of a trio of ex-cons, Glitch's tasks increased in
level of danger and risk until he was just as lethal with a keyboard as he was
with a gun. Together, his partners in crime formed a bond so tight that it
helped to make up for the family and friends they left behind. The work was
easy, the money was good, and they were out of jail so life was good.
When a simple hack job turned wrong ends with him face
to face with a tech savvy beauty from his past, he realizes for the first time
how much he gave up. And how little Eagle values his work or his life. When
Glitch learns that the very man who gave him a new start is the one who is
threatening to take it all away, he devises a plan for the trio to retire into
obscurity.
Now, he leads the Hitman crew on their task of
breaking out of the nasty web of corruption that Eagle has ensnared them in.
Things are going to get pretty nasty along the way, even a little sexy, but
it's all in a day's work for a Corporate Hitman.
EXCERPT
From the driver’s seat, Glitch strained to see what
was happening in the rearview mirror while trying to keep his eye on traffic.
His tension was growing by the minute, and something about the little exchange
between their mark and Scratch had set him off. There was something about that
voice, and the fact that he only knew one woman who liked to call men nut
sack lickers.
The loud blaring horn of a garbage truck snapped him back to attention as he
swerved to keep from crashing with the truck head on.
“Jesus Christ,” Scratch bellowed from the back of the van. “Yo! You need to get
a fucking grip,” he continued to bark at Glitch.
“Get her name,” Glitch demanded, ignoring Scratch's outburst.
“You just watch the fucking road and let me do my job,” Scratch retorted.
“Just ask her fucking name!” Glitch was wired from the anxiety and excitement
pumping through his veins. His instincts were never wrong, and right now they
were telling him exactly who the woman with the stellar computer skills and
potty mouth was. He just wanted confirmation.
Scratch and Jack exchanged confused glances at Glitch’s outburst.
“You heard him, Doll. Tell the nice man your name,” Scratch ordered. He would
wait until later to deal with whatever was up Glitch’s ass. He glared at the
woman expectantly. Waiting for her to curse him again or refuse, but her entire
expression changed when she heard Glitch’s voice. As if she’d seen a ghost.
“Hex,” she whispered. Her face now anxious as she chewed her bottom lip.
“What?” Both Scratch and Glitch asked at the same time.
“She said Hex,” Jack added. He was now eyeing her with thinly veiled suspicion.
Glitch felt his blood run cold. He knew it. The way the hacker had mirrored his
own program against him. The way they taunted him, only running their rogue
program after business hours. Hex was the only hacker who had ever
challenged him like that. She was also the only woman who ever held his
interest. Made him feel things that he thought he was immune to.
When he got locked up, there was no way he could contact her without getting
her involved in his mess. Any contact would have led the cops straight to her,
and Glitch wouldn’t have that. He’d rather man up and take the fall to protect
her. But when Eagle brokered his deal to freedom, one of the consequences was
to sever all ties to his past. That meant no going back, so he never contacted
her again. He felt it was safer that way, for both of them.
Now, here she was. Tied up and terrified as Scratch and Jack looked like they
are about to nullify her life expectancy. They had no idea who she was or what
she meant to him. But he knew, and a flood of memories assaulted him as if to
make sure. The way she laughed at all his corny jokes. The funny faces she
would make when she taunted him about his work. The many nights they spent
chatting via webcam until her eyes were heavy with sleep. The longing he had
for her had never gone away. And now she was here.
“Wait,” Glitch called out. Making a quick right turn, he pulled into the
parking lot of a hardware store. The van wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb
here. Cutting the engine, Glitch took a deep breath before handing the keys to
an already high-strung Jack, giving him something else to do besides focusing
on how he could inflict bodily harm to Hex.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jack’s razor sharp tone sliced through the thick
air in the van. Scratch was trying to keep an eye on their mark, but kept
glancing between Glitch and Jack as the tension mounted between them.
“Yo, Glitch. What are you doing, man?” Scratch’s voice was wary. He knew that
whatever was going on wasn’t part of the plan, and that was never a good thing.
Especially coming from Glitch, who was the most sensible and emotionally
tempered one out of the three. While all three shared a bond, Scratch and
Glitch had grown really tight. He knew something was going on with Glitch, and
his friend hadn’t told him.
“Just let me get back there and I’ll explain. Jack, you drive.” Glitch didn’t
want to waste any more time bickering with Jack. That would get too ugly.
With a glare that let Glitch know that he better not fuck things up, Jack
snatched the keys and they switched places.
Glitch couldn’t believe his eyes. It was really her, and she was more beautiful
than he remembered. Her dark curly hair was now restrained into a bun, but the
fire dancing in her eyes was still there. Everything about her called to him.
The long eyelashes that framed her cat like slits. The deep tan skin. Same
sultry voice.
Their eyes connected and he saw the fear shining in hers, but also a glimmer of
something else. Something that said maybe he wasn’t the only one harboring
their past as a special place in his heart. As much as he hated to admit it, he
had feelings for Hex back then, and he still did.
“This better be good,” Scratch mumbled as Glitch took a seat next to him.
Glitch just nodded, and turned his full attention to Hex. Breaking their
stare-down, he spoke first.
“You want to explain to me what you were doing?” He’d wanted to say something
smooth, to let her know that he would make sure she was safe. That he was happy
to see her, but he couldn’t with Scratch watching his every move. Since he
didn’t know her angle yet, there was no use in making promises.
“I told you I would always find you,” she responds.
Wrong answer. Terrible answer.
EXCERPT
From the driver’s seat, Glitch strained to see what
was happening in the rearview mirror while trying to keep his eye on traffic.
His tension was growing by the minute, and something about the little exchange
between their mark and Scratch had set him off. There was something about that
voice, and the fact that he only knew one woman who liked to call men nut
sack lickers.
The loud blaring horn of a garbage truck snapped him back to attention as he
swerved to keep from crashing with the truck head on.
“Jesus Christ,” Scratch bellowed from the back of the van. “Yo! You need to get
a fucking grip,” he continued to bark at Glitch.
“Get her name,” Glitch demanded, ignoring Scratch's outburst.
“You just watch the fucking road and let me do my job,” Scratch retorted.
“Just ask her fucking name!” Glitch was wired from the anxiety and excitement
pumping through his veins. His instincts were never wrong, and right now they
were telling him exactly who the woman with the stellar computer skills and
potty mouth was. He just wanted confirmation.
Scratch and Jack exchanged confused glances at Glitch’s outburst.
“You heard him, Doll. Tell the nice man your name,” Scratch ordered. He would
wait until later to deal with whatever was up Glitch’s ass. He glared at the
woman expectantly. Waiting for her to curse him again or refuse, but her entire
expression changed when she heard Glitch’s voice. As if she’d seen a ghost.
“Hex,” she whispered. Her face now anxious as she chewed her bottom lip.
“What?” Both Scratch and Glitch asked at the same time.
“She said Hex,” Jack added. He was now eyeing her with thinly veiled suspicion.
Glitch felt his blood run cold. He knew it. The way the hacker had mirrored his
own program against him. The way they taunted him, only running their rogue
program after business hours. Hex was the only hacker who had ever
challenged him like that. She was also the only woman who ever held his
interest. Made him feel things that he thought he was immune to.
When he got locked up, there was no way he could contact her without getting
her involved in his mess. Any contact would have led the cops straight to her,
and Glitch wouldn’t have that. He’d rather man up and take the fall to protect
her. But when Eagle brokered his deal to freedom, one of the consequences was
to sever all ties to his past. That meant no going back, so he never contacted
her again. He felt it was safer that way, for both of them.
Now, here she was. Tied up and terrified as Scratch and Jack looked like they
are about to nullify her life expectancy. They had no idea who she was or what
she meant to him. But he knew, and a flood of memories assaulted him as if to
make sure. The way she laughed at all his corny jokes. The funny faces she
would make when she taunted him about his work. The many nights they spent
chatting via webcam until her eyes were heavy with sleep. The longing he had
for her had never gone away. And now she was here.
“Wait,” Glitch called out. Making a quick right turn, he pulled into the
parking lot of a hardware store. The van wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb
here. Cutting the engine, Glitch took a deep breath before handing the keys to
an already high-strung Jack, giving him something else to do besides focusing
on how he could inflict bodily harm to Hex.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jack’s razor sharp tone sliced through the thick
air in the van. Scratch was trying to keep an eye on their mark, but kept
glancing between Glitch and Jack as the tension mounted between them.
“Yo, Glitch. What are you doing, man?” Scratch’s voice was wary. He knew that
whatever was going on wasn’t part of the plan, and that was never a good thing.
Especially coming from Glitch, who was the most sensible and emotionally
tempered one out of the three. While all three shared a bond, Scratch and
Glitch had grown really tight. He knew something was going on with Glitch, and
his friend hadn’t told him.
“Just let me get back there and I’ll explain. Jack, you drive.” Glitch didn’t
want to waste any more time bickering with Jack. That would get too ugly.
With a glare that let Glitch know that he better not fuck things up, Jack
snatched the keys and they switched places.
Glitch couldn’t believe his eyes. It was really her, and she was more beautiful
than he remembered. Her dark curly hair was now restrained into a bun, but the
fire dancing in her eyes was still there. Everything about her called to him.
The long eyelashes that framed her cat like slits. The deep tan skin. Same
sultry voice.
Their eyes connected and he saw the fear shining in hers, but also a glimmer of
something else. Something that said maybe he wasn’t the only one harboring
their past as a special place in his heart. As much as he hated to admit it, he
had feelings for Hex back then, and he still did.
“This better be good,” Scratch mumbled as Glitch took a seat next to him.
Glitch just nodded, and turned his full attention to Hex. Breaking their
stare-down, he spoke first.
“You want to explain to me what you were doing?” He’d wanted to say something
smooth, to let her know that he would make sure she was safe. That he was happy
to see her, but he couldn’t with Scratch watching his every move. Since he
didn’t know her angle yet, there was no use in making promises.
“I told you I would always find you,” she responds.
Wrong answer. Terrible answer.
About the Authors
Olivia Linden, a native New Yorker, was raised between Queens and
San Antonio, TX. Currently living in Florida with her 10 year-old son, she
decided it was time to follow her dreams of becoming a full time author. Her
creative itch began when her elementary school principal posted one of her
stories in the halls of her school. She was only seven at the time, but old
enough to understand how integral writing would be to her future. From that
moment on, reading and writing became her two greatest passions.
Olivia is a newbie to the industry, but she hasn’t stopped writing
since she found her literary voice all those years ago. Jaded Hearts, her first
published novel, mixes her big personality, with a sexy yet humorous tone. It
is her philosophy that laughter is essential to making it through even the
toughest situations.
LeTeisha Newton is the author of a plethora of novels ranging from
hot Interracial Erotica, Paranormal biters, Fantasy, and Urban Fantasy genres.
She’s known for her extensive knowledge of shifter cultures, even outside of
the generic werewolves and vampires, crazy world-building, and making
shapeshifters feel like they are living right next door.That has led to her
being dubbed the Shifter Queen. Some of her series include the best-selling
Claimed and Taken Series.
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