October 30, 2019

Red Awakening Blog Tour: Excerpt + Giveaway

Author: Janet Elizabeth Henderson 
Pub. Date:October 28, 2019 
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Amara) 
Formats: Paperback, eBook 
Find it:Goodreads, Amazon, B&N, iBooks, Kobo 


Praise for the Red Zone: series: "Imaginative, totally preposterous and I absolutely loved every word!" - Marta, Goodreads   

In a future where corporations and nanotech implants run the world, Mace Armstrong is in the wrong place at the wrong time... Literally. 

The mission is simple: find a way into CommTECH’s state-of-the-art compound, bug the lead scientist of their bio-engineering team before they release an implant that will kill millions, get out without anyone knowing he’s there. For an ex-army ranger, even one out of his element by a century, it should be a walk in the park. Right? 


Because Mace isn’t the only one who breaks into the secure facility. With the building overrun with terrorists, he has to find a way out before he compromises himself and the entire Red Zone team to the enemy. 

But there’s no leaving without the woman who inadvertently helped him get into the building in the first place: Keiko Sato, CommTECH’s press secretary. She’s brilliant, beautiful, and knows how to hold a grudge. Against him. She has no idea what secrets he and his team are harboring, or that she’s calling to the animal that’s been locked inside of him for a century. 

Even as she argues with him about everything, Mace is determined to protect her. He got her into this mess, and he owes it to her to get her out of it. 

Whether she wants him to or not. 

Each book in the Red Zone series is STANDALONE: 
* Red Zone
* Red Awakening

The path to the elevators cleared in front of them, and when the doors opened, Mace tugged Keiko into the corner. Leaning back against the wall, he pulled her to him, her back to his front, splaying his hand on her stomach to hold her in place.

She looked up at him. “Please tell me you know what you’re doing in bed.”

A guy who was about to step inside the elevator heard her words and grinned at Mace. “I’ll take then next one,” he said.

Mace gave him a droll smile as he answered the woman in his arms. “No man’s going to admit to being crap in bed, but I haven’t had any complaints.”

She frowned. “I need to have a serious talk with the owner of this club. Of all the clubs. All this information on their network, but no rating system for prospective lovers. Someone needs to sort that out. There’s a definite gap in the market.”

“Tell you what,” he said, his words a breath over her ear, “why don’t you rate me as we go? That way, if I don’t meet your standards, we can call a halt to our time together.”

“Okay.” She let out a sigh. “But an official rating system would be easier.” She angled her face to look up at him. “Don’t disappoint me.”

He wondered if she’d meant it as an order, because he’d heard it as a plea. There was a vulnerability in her voice that called to him, and it made him sick that he couldn’t reassure her she was safe with him.

“I’ll do my best.” And in that moment, with every cell of his body, he wished he was taking her back to his hotel room to make love to her.

She looked back down, resting her head against his chest as her hand stroked the outside of his thigh. His muscles clenched under her touch. He wanted to press her against the wall, push up her dress, and indulge himself in every inch of her.

She was the mission. The target. A job.

His hands shook and his head spun. He needed to calm the hell down and take back control of the situation.

If he’d ever had control.

Her backside ground against him, making him harder than he’d ever been in his life, and his resolve snapped.

Fuck it.

Turning them, he pressed her back to the wall and ravaged her mouth with a kiss so desperate and hungry it would have shocked him if he’d been thinking straight. But then, he wasn’t thinking at all. Greedy hands tugged at his shirt, pulling it free from his pants. Hot fingers kneaded his abs as Keiko moaned into his mouth. He grasped her hands, bringing them over her head, holding them easily in one of his. Hooking the other under her knee, he lifted her leg around his hip, sliding up the silken smoothness of her thigh, cupping her soft, round ass in his hand.

“Yes,” she gasped against him, pushing her breasts against his chest.

It wasn’t enough. Letting go of her hands, he grasped her waist and lifted. “Legs around me,” he ordered gruffly.

She didn’t hesitate to comply. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pressing her hot core against his stomach. He ran his other hand under her dress to her ass, skimming down the curves, over her panties. Feeling lace, skin, and hot, wet promise. Their kiss deepened, became tinged with desperation.

He was hard enough to burst through his pants to get to her. He wanted to be inside her. He wanted to feel every inch of her skin with his fingers, his lips, his tongue. He wanted to know how she tasted everywhere, and what sounds she made when he touched her in different ways.

He wanted it all.

But, at the sound of a throat being cleared, reality descended like a lightning bolt from the gods, jolting him back to stark awareness.

This was a mission.

She was the target.

Janet is a Scot who moved to New Zealand fifteen years ago. Among other things, she’s been an artist, a teacher, a security guard at a castle, a magazine editor, and a cleaner in a drop in center for drug addicts (NOT the best job!). She now writes full-time and is working on her 19th book. Her books have won several awards, including the Daphne du Maurier award for excellence in mystery and suspense. When she isn’t living in her head, she raises two kids, one husband, and several random animals. She survives on chocolate and caffeine.

Janet is represented by Nalini Akolekar at Spencerhill Associates. 

(1) winner will receive a $15 Amazon Gift Card - International.

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