The Spook & The Hacker by Lanna Farrell

October 31st, 2014

In celebration of Halloween – The first in a new series, the Holiday Cheer Series

Mariah Livingston is a genius with an IQ of 182. As a young child she excelled at hacking computers all over the world and earned her a spot on the Special Unit FBI’s watch list. When they send Undercover Agent Michael Kendrick to take her down. He discovers Mariah only uses her skills to help her family take down criminals or find lost loved ones for families. When Michael reports back the FBI closes the file which leads Michael to dating and falling in love with Mariah. Now a year later the FBI needs her help. When she walks into their underground secret facility, learning they deal with both regular and paranormal people, she meets someone she never expected, A Spook, undercover Special Agent, Michael Kendrick. Never in a million years would she have pictured her lover, best friend, the man she one day dreamt of marrying walking into that office where they have taken her for an interview. Can she forgive him for deceiving her? Only Mariah can decide.



Mick saw Mariah switching shoes as he drove past on his way to work. He felt badly now that he’d kept her in bed way too long this morning. She was a woman he couldn’t just have sex with one time. No, every time he was lucky enough to have her over, he had to have her as many times as he could, providing his junk worked.

It was selfish of him, but she sure hadn’t complained. Mariah was a passionate, beautiful woman who loved sex as much as he did.

This morning, she had been angry with him for delaying her departure. He knew it was an important day for her.

When he saw she was already late, he quickly bee-lined it for the parking lot, so he could get ahead of her to see her off and wish her luck. Watching her jog through the rain, with a scowl on her face, he couldn’t be more in love with her if he tried. Mick knew he would never take Mariah for granted.

He had known her for a couple of years, with it only being during the last year in which they’d developed a relationship.

Mariah, still, to this day, called him her “friend with benefits”. Mick thought their feelings went deeper than that. After today, though, he wasn’t so sure they would have anything left of their love for each other.

The one thing that had bothered Mick was coming to a head today. She would finally know who and what he was. He hoped their love could withstand what she was sure to see as a betrayal, but he wasn’t sure Mariah would forgive him for this.

Now, all he had to do was support her, give her a kiss, and send her to his funeral, in a matter of speaking. Mick was taking a chance with their relationship, but he couldn’t keep the secret from her any longer.

Mariah was a slender woman with fiery dark gray-green flecked eyes which glowed and pierced, especially when she was angry or, in his case, passionately loving him.

Mariah had a slim waist which flared into perfect rounded hips. The black skirt and blazer she wore did nothing to hide her body, only accentuating it more.

“Mick? What are doing here?” Mariah gasped.

He pulled open the door. “Hey, I felt bad. It was my fault you’re so late.”

“Well, don’t blame yourself. I could have told you no.” Her face turned crimson. Mick thought she was adorable when she turned all shy on him.

“I’m here to make sure you still get your chance.” Mick took her hand and guided her toward the security guard who was stationed inside the door.

Mick led her over to the gate, which was the start of the checkpoint. “This is where I stay. Good luck today, Mariah.” he whispered.

She hugged him, then, before she had a chance to pull away, he kissed her. She frowned at him. “Wow, Mick, you’re holding me as if this is that last time you’ll see me. What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing. I’m just trying to wish you luck.” He had to remember how intelligent this woman was.

“Well, okay, then. But, it seems silly you drove all the way over here to wish me luck. Are you feeling okay?” Her wide-eyed innocence was merely a smoke screen; he knew she was trying to figure out something, and she had no idea.

Mick had to break away quickly before he said or did something to send her running away from him and this job interview. Today was the day he had to come clean about his past, as well as reveal his deepest secret. It could tear them apart.

Mick smiled gently. “I’m just fine; really, it was no bother. I just work around the corner.”

Mariah laughed. “Well said, Mick, I’m sorry. You know me; I’m always suspicious. Now, one more thing; do I look okay?” She wore a worried frown.

“Let me take a look.” Mick straightened the tie she had worn today to match her suit. It was black, made of silk. It hung down onto a white buttoned up dress shirt.

He brushed off her blazer. “There, other than being slightly wet, you look great. I love your hair like this. It reminds me of the wonderful night you gave me.”

Mariah’s long hair had curled even more with the humidly in the air and was piled on top her head in a messy bun.

“Do you think it’s too much?” She brushed back the wisps that fell out of the clip and surrounded her face.

“Not at all; you’re sexy as hell. Now, get in there. Mariah, you can do this, I promise.”

He pushed her toward the waiting female security guard.

Until Mariah was hired, he wasn’t allowed to tell her anything, especially about himself. As much as he hated it, keeping his real identity from her was absolutely necessary. He prayed she would forgive him. Mick couldn’t lose her now.


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Happy Thursday

October 30th, 2014

Ran some errands, went to the vet, dogs are walked, ran, and otherwise occupied so I can get some writing done. 3k or there abouts to finish up this WIP then I can move on to the next. Hope everyone is having a great Th.

listening to Reloaded: Greatest Hits.

Wednesday Whisper

October 29th, 2014

Just in time for Halloween. How many of y’all participate in the holiday? Are you dressing up?

Thought we would visit Rand and Kailey for this one in Under the Mask. Enjoy! Under_the_Mask

Kailey Cox adjusted her facial mask, ensuring her total anonymity, lowered the shoulders on her peasant top, and stepped through the open ballroom doors with Artemis at her side. The massive room in the prestigious hotel overflowed with people, who like her were in costume. She was attending a huge fundraiser in support of banishing illiteracy in both children and adults. Something she agreed with wholeheartedly.

“This is gorgeous.”

She glanced at her companion, Karma Whitfield–best friend in the world–who stood beside her dressed a stunning and sexy Artemis costume. Had they not arrived together, she wouldn’t have known it was her.

“I agree. Tell me something, how’d you get tickets for this again?” Kailey gazed about, taking in the champagne fountains, chocolate waterfalls, and other lavish displays.

“I know people.”

Rolling her eyes, she laughed. “You mean you slept with a guy who gave them to you.”

Karma tugged on the hem of her very short skirt appearing extremely unrepentant. “Hey, I knew him.”

“You know you’re wrong, girl. So, so wrong.”

“Hush. He was smiling when I left him. Besides, you need the night out. What better way to forget the asshole extraordinaire than by spending some time with incredibly rich, most of which are hot, men.”

She didn’t care about rich. Nevertheless, being out was a nice thing as opposed to not being out again, spending another night at home, and dwelling over what had been her life for the past year.

They took flutes of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray. She drank and thought about her ex-husband Brad. The divorce had been long and drawn out. Nasty, lasting over a year. Some of her friends–not Karma–had tried to set her up on dates. She’d refused them all.

Divorcing or not, she was still a married woman until it was final and she wasn’t about to commit adultery. Despite that fact, Brad had had zero qualms about doing so. She’d walked in on him with not one, but two, other women. In their own bed.

“Forget the rat bastard.” Karma touched her bare shoulder before pushing Kailey’s long black locks back.

“How’d you know?”

“We’ve been friends since we were in diapers, long enough for me to know. This is a party. You are officially divorced now and get to find some fine ass stranger to shake out the cobwebs.”

She almost snorted her drink. “Cobwebs?”

Behind her headgear, which obscured most of her face, Karma winked. “You’ll remember. It’s like riding a bike.” She waved a hand around. “Have fun.” Karma blended into the crowd, leaving her alone along the outskirts.

Part of her wanted to retreat further, like to her room. This wasn’t her anymore. Brazen and outspoken had not been her for a while. She preferred the sidelines, the shadows. But she didn’t run, didn’t hide. She wore a costume. No one would know her. This was her night.

She had plans to make the best of it. A smile tipped her red-glossed lips in a satisfactory manner. First, she would explore this room and mingle. After all, like Karma said, this was her time now. She was free.

The hotel was magnificent. Lavish ornaments from the Orient added an exotic flare to the place. She mingled, chatted, danced, and drank. Finally, needing some time to herself, she stepped outside to get a breather. She stood along a balcony, trailing her fingers along the smooth marble balustrade. The night air cooled her heated flesh yet didn’t chill her.

“Pray tell, what’s a lovely gypsy woman doing out here all alone?” A deep voice questioned from behind her.

She’d gotten many compliments on her outfit and tried to ignore why it was this one, spoken in a seductive and alluring tone, that affected her more than the others had. Turning her head, she hesitated, unable to make anyone out. Maybe she’d had too much to drink and it was her imagination.

Pity for the voice was nice. Deep and raspy, it stroked along her skin. The reaction it created in her only solidified the knowledge of her dry spell.

“Looking for me?”

She licked her lips and tilted her head to the side. Definitely wasn’t her imagination. There was someone out here with her.

“Well, yes. Unless you are here as the Invisible Man.”

A decadent chuckle. “No.”

“So are you remaining in the shadows or do I get to see you?” Seriously, if his body matched his voice, she’d have died and gone to heaven.

“You’re the gypsy. Can you not tell what’s in my future?”

She smiled and trailed a finger along the rim of her champagne flute. “Of course I know. I don’t give away fortunes for free however.”

“Oh, I’m willing to pay.”

She dragged her tongue along her lower lip, set her drink down, and walked toward where the voice came from. The dark corner of the balcony. Her gold coins tinkled with invitation every step she took. She paused and blinked. “Step into the light.”

There was a whisper of sound and she found herself staring up at a tall, powerful man clad in a warrior costume. Her breath left her in a rush as she tried to stifle her instantaneous and lustful reaction.

A gold helmet covered his head, which, courtesy of the cheek and nose guard, obscured his features. Muscles were there, muscles she wanted nothing more than to touch and to feel surrounding her. A red cape, secured with a gold emblem at his right shoulder, left his arm bare with the exception of leather cuffs. Without a shirt on, she could see his well-defined abdominals and pectorals. Leather sandals with wide straps crisscrossed up his powerful calves.

Hot damn!

On one side, she could see a shield and a sword hung from the other side. He had smooth copper skin and obsidian hair. Men in skirts weren’t supposed to look so good. Well, technically it wasn’t a skirt; it was a wrap, part of his tunic. Either way, the man looked delicious.

He flowed toward her, stopping when their feet were touching one another. “Hello, gypsy woman.”

Her belly exploded in a flurry of want and lust. She reached out and rested her hand against his bared chest. His skin was warm beneath her palm.

“Hello, Spartan.”

“You know the costume?” He sounded suitably impressed.

“Oh yeah. I came with Artemis, she informed me who everyone was.” Why tell him she had seen a lot of movies with Spartans in them when using Artemis as a reason for her knowledge seemed viable enough. The emblem holding his cape was a remake of the Spartan shield that bore upon it the letter lambda, which stood for Lacedaemon.

He stepped closer, brushing more of his hard body against her. “Interesting.”

“What is?” She had a hard time focusing on anything but him.

“That a gypsy would hang with a Greek goddess.”

She tucked a loose curl behind her ear with her right hand while her left touched his chest. “I am no fool, when she extended her invitation for me to walk with her, I took it. For I had no wish to be turned into something small and slimy. I know how to play nice.” He chuckled, a deep and tempting sound. Her other hand joined the first. Goodness, he was solid. All over. “Although, I am curious about something.”

“Which is?”

She swallowed and licked her lips again. “I know about kilts but what do Spartans wear under their wraps?” Her fingers smoothed along his sides enjoying the taut skin, the heat of him, and the feel of a man.

“I could tell you. Or.” He leaned down, brushing her cheek with his own and continued, “I could show you.”

Her lids fluttered as desire struck hard and deep. This was what she needed. A night of mindless sex with a hot-as-fire stranger.

Readjusting her arms so they surrounded his neck, she held his gaze. The five-inch heels helped bring her closer yet she still had to stretch to place her mouth within millimeters of his.

“Show me,” she breathed.

Up for pre-order at amazon

October 28th, 2014

Look what’s up for pre-order… Yep, I’m excited. I had a lot of fun with this book but hey, there are dogs in it.


Happy Monday

October 27th, 2014

4k in the books. A story coming out in Nov finished in edits. Now, going to get up and move around a bit. Do some cleaning and bring the dogs back in since they’ve been out playing all day while I’ve worked. And to the driver who almost t-boned me on my way home from work last night because you don’t believe a red light applies to you…I hope you made it home safely without killing yourself or God forbid, someone else.


October 26th, 2014

DH took the pups this morning so I could sleep in. I so owe him for that. He even made breakfast for me and is helping with the cleaning so I can get more writing done before I leave for work. So I have three exhausted pups lounging around me in the office and a cat hiding in a cardboard box (his new penthouse). I’m off to work on this story so I can begin on the next one. Don’t forget to tell those you love, that you do so. Anything can happen in a flash, don’t let your last words be angry ones. Happy Sunday!

listening to Country music.

It’s Friday!!!

October 24th, 2014

Getting to spend the day with my Michael Jai White lookalike character. Having fun with this one. I hope all y’all are having a blessed Friday. What are the plans for the weekend? Trips? Books? Down time at home? Inquiring minds would love to know what’s on tap. Me? I have a split weekend so Sat I am playing catch up on house things, delivering a bunch of stuff to the Salvation Army and cleaning up before winter arrives. Watching a bit of football as well. Working both jobs on Sunday and then on Monday hanging out with Kellie Gibbons for a long overdue lunch meeting. Excited about that!! So…y’all’s plans?

listening to Prague Philharmonic Orchestra.


October 23rd, 2014

Just typed in The End on another ms. *Happy dance* Now, off to grab a salad and watch a bit of ESPN First Take and Numbers Never Lie before getting on the next story. Hope all y’all have a terrific day. Are we reading anything awesome this week?

listening to The Grass Roots.

Wednesday…a contest and news

October 22nd, 2014

Busy morning. Finished up edits on another book and signed a contract for a paranormal. I’m liking the way this is all falling into place and hopefully I can pull it all off. I’m excited about being able to share what’s coming. Soon. Now, I’m off to do some more writing on a contemporary before lunch then work. Have a stellar day, y’all.
— listening to Emerson Drive.

Okay, I promised so here is the contest. The first one anyway.
Nothing hard, truly. Just comment beneath the post about it on my author page to be entered to win.
The print set of the McKingley series (3 books/2 novellas per book) co-written with McKenna Jeffries. books
This will run until noon (est) 23 Oct 14. Then I’ll have DH pick a name. I will ship anywhere so if any international people would like to enter, please feel free. Luck to all.

Wednesday Whisper

October 22nd, 2014

Another Wed in October…I’m enjoying the month, are you??

Today is a revisit with three of the Zulu Spectre members in Hearth, Holly, & Honor.

hearthhollyhonor1A collection of three Christmas stories involving members of Zulu Spectre.
BELIEVE — Trystan “Mayhem” Blade and Ivy Wallace. Can they find love in the snowy town of Starpoint, Vermont?
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU — Rance “Quint” MacLean and Dana MacLean. Will these two, having been driven apart by death, be able to reunite this Christmas?
THE STAR CAROL — Jacob “Bam Bam” Tracey and Astreah Sims. A few nights of unbridled passion, a connection which was deeper than either believed, and a blessing which would bring them together for all time.