{"id":5971,"date":"2016-02-17T12:00:20","date_gmt":"2016-02-17T20:00:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/allthethingsinbetween.net\/?p=5971"},"modified":"2016-02-17T12:00:20","modified_gmt":"2016-02-17T20:00:20","slug":"cover-lover-jacked-up-by-elle-aycart","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/havecoffeeneedbooks.com\/index.php\/2016\/02\/17\/cover-lover-jacked-up-by-elle-aycart\/","title":{"rendered":"Cover Lover: Jacked Up by Elle Aycart"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Jacked Up Synopsis:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Since James Bowen married Elle Cooper\u2019s sister, tall dark and handsome Jack Copeland has become a permanent fixture in Elle\u2019s life. A silent, rather annoying fixture, with his arrogant aloofness and my-way-or-the-highway attitude rubbing her the wrong way. So she does what any self-respecting woman would: aggravate the wits out of him for fun. <\/span><\/p>\n

Party girl Elle Cooper is everything covert operative Jack Copeland doesn\u2019t want in a woman. Outspoken, sassy. A smartass. Too bad when he closes his eyes, all his mind conjures is her. To everyone else, he comes off as intimidating and unapproachable. Everyone except Elle. So he does what any self-respecting man would: stay the hell away from her. But when Elle gets herself in deep trouble, all of Jack\u2019s protective instincts kick in and keeping his distance is no longer an option.<\/span><\/p>\n

With Jack and Elle in such close proximity, sparks are flying all over and it\u2019s only a matter of time before they ignite. The only question is, who will kill Elle first, the vicious drug cartel hunting her or Jack? <\/span><\/p>\n

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Jacked Up Excerpt:<\/p>\n

(This was lifted from Elle’s Blog–she has more excerpts and teasers for you there!)<\/em><\/p>\n

Prologue<\/strong>
\nThinking with his dick was going to get Jack killed.<\/p>\n

The guys he was dealing with wouldn\u2019t hesitate to reach down his throat, rip his balls off, and make a Columbian necktie with them at the slightest hint of weakness. Or deception. Heck, just for the sheer fun of it. No big reason needed.<\/p>\n

Too damn bad he couldn\u2019t help himself. A cocked gun shoved to his head wouldn\u2019t change jackshit.<\/p>\n

He logged in to his e-mail account, the one he was supposed to ignore, hands fucking sweaty. His heart leaped, lodging in his throat. Yeah, there it was. Unopened mail. From her.<\/p>\n

He should have deleted this account the second she\u2019d gotten her meddling, pretty little hands on it. Definitely before taking the new assignment. At the very least forget its existence. There was a reason for breaking all ties. Ties were dangerous, but here he was, literally unable to go a handful of days without checking that damn account. His only lifeline to the outside world. To her.<\/p>\n

Yo, Borg, I thought I\u2019d give you the immense honor of my company, even if you clearly don\u2019t deserve it. It\u2019s Christmas. No one should be alone in Christmas. Not even rude, insensitive assholes.<\/em><\/p>\n

Such a smartass. He could see her in his mind\u2019s eye. All sass, throwing attitude left and right. That blowsy dark hair all over her killer hourglass body, those big, bottomless black eyes narrowed at him, challenging him. Pissing him off and giving him the biggest hard-on of his life at the same time. Elle Cooper, the bane of his existence.<\/p>\n

Is it snowing where you are? I hope you get a white Christmas.<\/em><\/p>\n

Jack looked around him. He was in a helicopter in the middle of a jungle in Butt-fuck nowhere, supervising a weapons run, and the only thing coming from the sky was a permanent horde of motherfucking vicious mosquitos he\u2019d long ago stopped caring about. Nope, no white Christmas for him. Not any other kind either.<\/p>\n

Wherever you are, I\u2019m sure you\u2019ve booby-trapped the chimney, hell, the whole place, and Santa won\u2019t be able to drop by to leave you anything without risking his life in the process, so I\u2019ve sent you a present. A cyberpresent, as I\u2019m positive you would have to kill me if you were to give me an address.<\/em><\/p>\n

He clicked on the attachment and something exploded on the screen.
\nA Christmas card for badasses, it read, with Santa parachuting down sporting commando clothes and an Uzi.<\/p>\n

Jack cracked a smile, the muscles of his face complaining at the rare gesture.<\/p>\n

He hadn\u2019t seen her since James\u2019s wedding in August, yet her image was as fresh in his mind as if she were standing in front of him. All he had to do was close his eyes and there she was with him, in full 3-D and Dolby surrounding, exuding sex appeal and attitude and the most potent pheromones he\u2019d ever experienced and against which he didn\u2019t seem to have defenses.<\/p>\n

He should have stayed away from her at the wedding, but with him being best man and her maid of honor, it had been virtually impossible, especially when the bride and the groom had insisted on them dancing. Against his better judgment he\u2019d acceded and now the feel of her luscious curves were imprinted in his hands. In his brain really. Her sweet scent too. He\u2019d avoided close contact and touching her for a fucking reason and this, his pathetic, juvenile behavior while undercover, in the face of frigging mortal danger, was exactly why.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d remained grim and silent during their dance, clenching his teeth. Trying to block the sensory bombardment, but it had been too late. And she\u2019d known it. She\u2019d smiled that all-knowing, teasing smile of hers. So fucking beautiful. And so fucking aggravating.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d been under for five months, monitoring the flow of illegal weapons to the rebels and watching the motherfuckers use those assault rifles and rocket launchers on civilians and peacekeepers. Five of the shittiest, most miserable months of his entire existence\u2014which was saying a lot, seeing as he\u2019d had pretty shitty assignments before\u2014the only point of light were her wiseass e-mails. He\u2019d gotten a zillion; well, ninety-three to be more exact. For a guy who only got encrypted messages and a couple a month tops, ninety-three e-mails were a shitload. Some of them were barely a line. A \u201cyo, Borg, sweet dreams, wherever you are.\u201d Others were pages long.<\/p>\n

His brain had ordered him ad nauseam to block her address. End of issue. No more spam. No more Elle intruding into his personal space, forcing him to interact with the real world. Ha! Like there was a chance in hell his body would follow through on that executive decision. He\u2019d reread her messages many times. Knew them by heart. The wise-assed cracks too. He couldn\u2019t get enough of her. Even when she just talked about her day, he\u2019d greedily read every word, soaking them in. What was said, and what wasn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

Checking the sender\u2019s details, he realized she\u2019d written to him in the wee hours. Again. What the hell was she doing up at that time, on a regular Tuesday? And that was not an exception; it was the norm. Elle was a party girl. Always shit to do. Places to go. Men to entice. Not that she had to put too much effort into it; they trailed after her like lovesick puppies, ready to lick her toes and worship at her altar for just a smile of hers. She was the kind of woman for whom necks snapped whenever she entered a room and when she left it, there wasn\u2019t a single guy not following her gorgeous behind. The kind of woman one could look at but should never touch. You touch her, you\u2019d get burned. Jack was too old and jaded for that kind of crap. The aftermath of such a fucking rollercoaster would be a killer. He\u2019d rather get shot in the stomach and be left to die, thank you very much. Less painful.
\nHe repeated that to himself but continued reading.<\/p>\n

As you can see from the pictures, all is good here. We had a full house for Christmas. I was supposed to work but Aunt Maggie swore she\u2019d haunt me down if I didn\u2019t show up. Mr. Bowen came from Florida. Christy\u2019s mom from LA. All the Bowen and their women were there. Lots of fun. It would had been funnier with you, of course, barrel of laughs that you are. Life and soul of the party, really.<\/em><\/p>\n

Right. She<\/em> was the life and soul of the party. Of any party. She just had to smile to be the center of attention. Hell, all she had to do was to show up.<\/p>\n

He stared at the second attachment. Pictures probably. Elle always sent him pictures, which he normally refused to look at, stashing them into a file in the cloud. It was bad enough this idiocy he had going on, no need to go for the whole nine yards. But today he needed too much. In three minutes it would be his fucking birthday. Thirty-six and not shit to show for. No wife, no kids. A half-decent day at work was one he survived unscathed while dealing with crazy fanatics. He was so wound up he couldn\u2019t contain himself and gut churning, he opened the file where he\u2019d gathered all she\u2019d sent.
\nOne glance at them and his throat clogged. Fuck she always knew what he needed. There were shots of Alden and the Bowens, all laughing. Barbecues. Birthday parties. The newest were from Christmas Eve. Max with his hands on the pregnant belly of his new lady friend, the one Elle had talked to Jack about. The one prone to weird accidents. It seemed like the last Bowen had already bit the dust, willingly, with a big, sappy smile on his face. Jack\u2019s chest tightened. Love and family and friends, exactly the very things he was missing the most.<\/p>\n

He reached into his pocket and took an antacid. His stomach had been bulletproof. Until Elle. Now he had a fucking hole the size of Texas, or so he thought. He was still in denial and refusing to go to the doc, living under the illusion that whenever his exposure to her would end, the ulcer would disappear.<\/p>\n

He popped the pill and continued with his foolish task. Rosita\u2019s was featured very prominently too. Not so much Elle, who was always the one behind the camera. She was only in a couple of shots. In one she was showing her tongue and making a face. In the other she was laughing, hugging her sister Tate and James.<\/p>\n

At that moment an e-mail appeared on his inbox from party girl. He looked at the time stamp: 00:01, rather early for her.<\/p>\n

Without thinking, he clicked on it.<\/p>\n

Happy birthday, Borg!!<\/em><\/p>\n

Don\u2019t look so surprised, you know I\u2019m very resourceful. It wasn\u2019t easy, let me tell you, to get it out of James. It was a slip, long time ago, but I have a great memory. He never said your actual age so don\u2019t freak on me, big boy, your secret is safe.<\/em><\/p>\n

I would have never pegged you for a Capricorn though. I thought you\u2019d be a Scorpio, after all, most serial killers\u00a0 are born in November\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

Then again, being a goat suits you too.<\/em><\/p>\n

Wherever you are, whatever you are doing, I hope you have a fabulous day. You would have a much better time with us, but you can\u2019t have everything in life, can you?<\/em><\/p>\n

No, he couldn\u2019t. Learned that long ago.<\/p>\n

@Elle Aycart 2016. Jacked Up<\/p>\n

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Meet Elle Aycart:<\/p>\n

After a colorful array of jobs all over Europe ranging from translator to chocolatier to travel agent to sushi chef to flight dispatcher, Elle Aycart is certain of one thing and one thing only: aside from writing romances, she has abso-frigging-lutely no clue what she wants to do when she grows up. Not that it stops her from trying all sorts of crazy stuff.<\/p>\n

While she is probably now thinking of a new profession, her head never stops churning new plots for her romances. She lives currently in Barcelona, Spain, with her husband and two daughters, although who knows, in no time she could be living at the Arctic Circle in Finland, breeding reindeer.<\/p>\n

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