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Wicked Lies
Dark Mission Series #4.5
By: Karina Cooper
Blurb:
Jonas Stone has been given his first independent operation:
rescue the insurrection leader's imprisoned grandson from the Mission. Getting
the job done means more than getting Danny Granger out-it means staying with
him while he heals. Staying too close, for way too long.
Danny is everything Jonas isn't: confident, optimistic,
honest--a man to be reckoned with. If only it didn't mean going against
everything Jonas has planned. He's kept his secrets for years, hid behind a
mask no one could see through...until now. Danny isn't the kind of man Jonas
deserves. But he might be exactly the man he needs...
Series Recap:
The streets of New Seattle have become a battleground
between the Holy Order's agents and the witches persecuted in the name of
"keeping of the peace". Battle-lines are shifting, good and evil not
nearly so clear-cut as witches and rogue hunters have banded together in an
uncertain alliance with rebels determined to peel back layers of conspiracy
that go back decades before the cataclysm that changed the world forever. The
Order has made it's move, overthrowing the city government in a bloody coup,
and present-viewer Jessie, ex-hunter Silas, newly minted witch Naomi, the felon
Phin Clarke, seer Caleb and genetically enhanced witch Juliet are suddenly
thrown together with the displaced Mission Director Parker Adams and Simon, a
double-agent whose witch genes are slowly killing him. The rebels need to gain
some ground, get back their imprisoned people, or this will be the shortest
rebellion in history.
Excerpt:
For my Uncle Stephen. You were the first man in my life who
bravely came out to me, and who paved the way for me to be myself. I loved you
so much before, and I love you just as much now. You are my inspiration.
And for every gay, lesbian, bi-, trans-, queer, and
questioning youth out there. Life can be hard, sometimes it can get mean. There
will be days when you feel like it’s impossible, but I want you to know that
there are people like me out here who support you. I promise : it gets better.
Chapter One
A blue-white light flickered in the dark. Sparks glinted off
the tool racks bolted to the wall across the shadowed room, reflected from the
metal braces left leaning against the desk. As silence—mind-numbingly loud,
thick as water, and twice as hard to breathe—filled the narrow room, that
blue-white light caught in the circular lenses of a pair of glasses and threw a
glare across the screen.
Jonas Stone stirred. “It has to be now,” he said, his voice
too loud in the oppressive weight of the shadows behind him. He couldn’t look
away from the feed spilling its incandescent glow over his desk, his keyboard.
His conscience.
Because the man framed in that digital feed—the kid strapped
to the chair dead center of the surveillance footage—wasn’t the first suspected
heretic to sit there. To sweat there.
To bleed.
“Be sure, Jonas. We get one shot at this.”
His brain wanted to look at the comm unit beside his left
hand. His body refused to obey, every cell focused on the prisoner’s dark,
drooping head. Scarred fingers twitched, knuckles whitening, and Jonas frowned
as he realized his right hand had closed into a painful fist.
It had to be now. The kid wouldn’t last much longer.
“There’s no alternative,” he replied. “We’re not going to
get another opening soon enough to . . .” He hesitated.
The voice over the comm link didn’t waver. Not even a
fracture. “Soon enough to save him.”
Only through recent experience did Jonas know that the
raspy, lifetime-pack-a-day voice coming out of the secure line belonged to a
woman named May. Leader of a rebellion that had saved Jonas’s life, and the
perpetrator behind a string of hacking jobs that left Jonas seriously
reconsidering a career shift before the Church had made that choice for him.
The fact that she was very, very good was all that kept him
from throwing in the towel now.
But he’d never met her in person. Hell, he’d never met the
prisoner now struggling to raise his head in Jonas’s feed, either. Instead, all
he had was a picture in a box, a hacked security feed, and too many hours spent
staring at the incandescent screen until his eyeballs throbbed and the vicious
curl of helplessness inside him turned to a spiraling ache.
That boy didn’t belong in that kind of interrogation room.
A single light, faded blue, gleamed over shoulders broader
than Jonas’s, but not by much. The prisoner was athletically lean where Jonas
was simply skinny. The narrowly defined muscles of his chest were outlined by
the stained remains of a thin, long-sleeve shirt. Blood and sweat had turned it
nearly brown. His slumped shoulders strained against the restraints confining
him to the hard metal chair, a position not just awkward but painful as hell.
Jonas hadn’t seen his face for over an hour.
He didn’t have to. He knew what he’d see when—if—the kid
raised his chin again.
Blood caked into a ridged scab across the fine slash of his
upper lip, under his broad nose and over a determinedly sculpted chin. He’d see
the blackened stains of it dried into the man’s ears, blending into his dark
brown hair. Even now, that greasy fringe flopped over his forehead, long since
sweating off the gel that had held it into its fashionable spikes. The longest
of the textured strands would slide into one swollen eye, if it ever opened
again.
The prisoner had eyes the color of the computer-lit confines
of the places Jonas preferred to inhabit. Almost black, even without pain
stripping them to an endless void. When open, those eyes all but crackled with
an intensity that could take a lesser man’s objectivity away in a single
glance. Like a hungry kid or a kicked puppy.
Or a man on the edge of desperation.
Jonas’s chest kicked.
“Let me know when your people are ready.” He didn’t bother
hiding the raw regret in his voice. He’d felt a lot of it, lately. After all,
he used to be the man who helped put people into rooms just like that.
“Fine.” May’s voice cracked. Flattened. “I’m trusting you,
Jonas.”
“I know.” They always did. “Let me try. I’m positive I can
get him out. They won’t expect it this soon.”
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Author Info:
Born from the genetic mash-up of lesser royalty,
storytellers, wanderers and dreamers, KARINA COOPER was destined to be a
creative genius. As a child, she moved all over the country like some kind of
waifish blonde gypsy and thrived in the new cultures her family settled in.
When she (finally) grew up, she skipped the whole genius part and fell in love with
writing because, really, who doesn’t love making things up for a living?
One part romance fanatic, one part total dork, and all
imagination, she writes dark and sexy paranormal romance and urban fantasy.
When she isn’t writing, Karina is an airship captain’s wife and Steampunk
fashionista. She lives in the beautiful and rainy Pacific Northwest with a
husband, four cats, two rabbits, the fantasy of a dog, and a passel of adopted
gamer geeks.
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