Hi guys, we have Jackie Keswick popping in today with the tour for her new release Swings & Roundabouts, we have a great new excerpt and a brilliant giveaway so check out the post and enter the giveaway! ❤ ~Pixie~ p.s. keep an eye out for Lisa’s review.
Swings & Roundabouts
Jack Horwood. Vigilante, hacker, security specialist. Partner to Gareth Flynn. Adoptive father to their two teenage boys. Happily juggling long days and short nights.
Gareth Flynn. Ex-army officer. Ace negotiator. Righter of wrongs. Family man. Away from home more often than he likes.
Desperate for a relationship reset, Jack treats Gareth to a romantic getaway and Sweden’s frigid peace gives them the break they both need. But Jack’s a trouble magnet and the next dead body just a wild skidoo ride away.
Can love, teamwork, and trust survive the troubles that follow them around? Can Jack save what’s become so important to him?
Expect action, drama, and hot romance in book 4 of the Power of Zero series.
The security guard had a mind of his own. It was damned inconvenient. At first, the man had followed where Jack had led him: to the delivery entrance at the back. On a normal day, the door would be locked and alarmed. Jack had unlocked it and opened it a tiny crack by playing with the electric latch.
The fact no alarm had sounded despite the door being open bothered the guard. He shut the door, then opened the control panel and made sure the alarm was set. Jack turned it off the moment the man closed the panel and then watched with glee as the guard opened the door.
The guard went through the routine again. Check the panel settings. Turn on the alarm. Open the door.
Defeated, he locked the door with a key he had on a bunch and bolted it for good measure. He even scribbled a note on the tablet he carried clipped to his belt, while Jack rigged something else for him to check. Something on the other side of the building.
The guard ignored the alarm.
He returned to the front desk, traded his tablet for a key he took from a drawer, and moved across the lobby to the lift reserved for the penthouse suite.
That… was a bad idea.
Once he reached the top floor of the building, a short flight of stairs would take him to the suite’s front door and close to Raf and Gareth. Too close.
Jack glanced at his third screen. Gleaming wooden floors, tall windows, and chunky furniture made up the suite’s living space. Leafy plants and flowering orchids sat on low tables. Jack had taken a liking to the garnet cushions and bronze-and-cinnamon coloured rugs, but he had no time to wonder where the interior decorator had found them. He couldn’t see Gareth or Raf anywhere, and his screen showed him the steel door of the safe wasn’t quite shut.
“Status?” Jack whispered into his comm.
“Going through the papers.”
“The guard’s coming up to your floor. He’s shed his tablet, so I can’t distract him.”
“Trap him in the lift?”
“Negative. The lift alarms are almost fireproof. I’ll try to slow him down. Be ready to drop from sight.”
Jack’s palms grew sweaty despite Gareth’s calm tone. It was so much easier when he was the one doing the crazy shit. Watching from the sidelines was hell. “Why the fuck can’t I see you?” he complained.
“We’re in the bathroom.”
There was a beat of dead silence as Jack’s brain worked overtime.
“Opening a sealed envelope, if you really want to know.”
Jack breathed again. “Fuck you, Flynn!”
There was no time for a comeback. The elevator doors opened on the top floor and the guard stepped into a small reception area. He turned his head from side to side and Jack had no idea what he was looking for. Or at. The space was bland and boring with pale carpets and pale walls. Two spindly chairs upholstered in duck egg blue sat in front of the window, and a ficus benjamina shed leaves in a corner too dark to keep it healthy.
It wasn’t a space designed to linger, so why was the guard standing there as if he wanted to grow roots?
“Turn around,” Jack muttered under his breath. “This place is boring, and you’ll be so much more comfortable at the front desk.”
The guard didn’t listen.
He took the four stairs to the penthouse suite instead.
And he had a key in his hand.
The Power of Zero series!
Book #0 – The Power Of Zero
Book #1 – Job Hunt
Book #2 – Ghosts
Book #3 – House Hunt
Jackie Keswick was born behind the Iron Curtain with itchy feet, a bent for rocks and a recurring dream of stepping off a bus in the middle of nowhere to go home. She’s worked in a hospital and as the only girl with 52 men on an oil rig, spent a winter in Moscow and a summer in Iceland and finally settled in the country of her dreams with her dream team: a husband, a cat, a tandem, a hammer and a laptop.
Jackie loves unexpected reunions and second chances, and men who don’t follow the rules when those rules are stupid. She blogs about English history and food, has a thing for green eyes, and is a great believer in making up soundtracks for everything, including her characters and the cat.
And she still hasn’t found the place where the bus stops.
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