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SHAPED HACK
By
Tracey Garvis Graves
Release Date: August 25
When
Kate Watts abandoned her law career to open a food pantry in Northeast
Minneapolis, she never dreamed it would be this difficult. Facing the
heartbreaking prospect of turning hungry people away, she is grateful for the
anonymous donations that begin appearing at the end of each month. Determined
to identify and thank her secret benefactor, she launches a plan and catches
Ian —a charismatic hacker with a Robin Hood complex—in the act.
Ian
intrigues Kate in a way no man ever has. But after learning he’s snooped around
on her personal computer, she demands retribution. Impressed with her tolerance
and captivated by her spirit, he complies and begins to slowly charm his way
past her defenses. Time spent with Ian is never boring, and Kate soon finds
herself falling for the mysterious hacker.
But Ian
has enemies and they’re growing restless. In the hacking world, exploiting a
target’s weakness is paramount, and no price is too high to stop an attack. And
when Kate learns exactly how much Ian has paid, she’ll discover just how strong
her love is for the man who has hacked his way into her heart.
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LINKS:
Tracey Garvis Graves is
a New York Times, Wall Street Journal,
and USA Today bestselling author. Her debut
novel, On the Island, spent 9 weeks on the New York Times bestseller list, has been
translated into twenty-seven languages, and is in development with MGM and
Temple Hill Productions for a feature film. She is also the author of Uncharted, Covet, Every Time I Think of You, and Cherish.
Tracey loves to interact
with her readers and can be found on Facebook and Twitter.
Link
to the first 5 chapters:
CHAPTER
1
CHAPTER ONE
“The
babies are going to starve,” Helena said.
“Don’t
be so dramatic,” Kate replied. “No one is going to starve, least of all the
babies.” But her pinched expression and the way she was jabbing at the keyboard
as she refreshed the donations page on their website said otherwise. For the
first time in the sixteen months since Kate had left her position as a
corporate attorney to open the food pantry, she faced the heartbreaking
prospect of turning hungry people away. She couldn’t stand the thought of
letting down her regulars, especially the young mother of three who relied on
the pantry to feed them.
The
problem was that Kate’s nonprofit organization was not the only one in
Minneapolis that needed help. Tomorrow was the first of September, and everyone
was trying to stockpile whatever resources they could before they headed into
the colder months.
“Let’s
see,” Helena said. “We could rob a bank. We could pawn our valuables. You could
sell your body on a street corner.”
Despite
their dire circumstances, Kate cracked a smile. Helena had walked through the
front door of the food pantry shortly after Kate opened and said, “I’m
sixty-five, and they’re forcing me to retire from my job at the insurance
company. My husband retired two years ago, and now he’s home all day. That’s
too much togetherness for us. I have to find something to do outside the house,
and you wouldn’t have to pay me much.” Kate hired her on the spot and had never
regretted it.
She
swiveled her chair toward Helena. “Why am I always the one who has to sell her
body? Why can’t you sell yours?”
“Who do
you think is going to bring in more money? A gray-haired grandmother of seven,
or a willowy twenty-nine-year-old beauty? It’s a no-brainer.”
It was
hard to argue with logic like that.
Kate had
been so determined not to let down their clients that she’d resorted to begging
her ex-boyfriend Stuart—who worked as the executive producer on an hour-long
talk show on the local ABC station—to let her appeal to the public during the
afternoon broadcast.
“Do you
know how hard it is for me to be around you, Kate?” Stuart said when he
received her call. “Do you ever think of that?”
“Of
course I do. But this is really important to me.”
“I used
to be really important to you.”
Kate
remained silent. They’d been through this before.
He
sighed in defeat. “Come in tomorrow. I’ll squeeze you in after the cooking
segment.”
“Thanks,
Stuart.”
The
skirt had been Helena’s idea. “We need to do whatever we can to grab viewers’
attention.”
“You
mean I need to do whatever I
can.”
“Of
course I mean you. You have great legs.”
On the
day of the broadcast when Helena arrived at the food pantry, Kate said, “I
don’t remember this skirt being quite so short. I’m actually a little worried
about the type of viewer I might attract with it.” She tugged on the hem,
pulled out her desk chair, sat down, and crossed her legs. “Can you see
anything?”
“You’ll be fine unless you decide to recross
your legs in the middle of the segment like Sharon Stone did in that one
movie.”
“I can
assure you I will not be doing that. The skirt is as far as I’m willing to go.
I draw the line at flashing people, not even for the babies.”
Kate had
paired the black-and-white houndstooth skirt with a black short-sleeve top and
her favorite black heels. When she arrived at the TV studio, she ducked into
the bathroom to check her teeth for wandering lipstick. Before she left the food
pantry she’d applied a raspberry lip stain that Helena claimed looked stunning
on her. That morning she’d curled her long dark hair and then brushed through
the curls with her fingers so they draped across her shoulders and down her
back in loose waves. She’d used plenty of mascara to play up her brown eyes.
The extra primping made her feel a little like she was standing on a street corner, but she banished those thoughts.
At this point, they needed all the help they could get.
After
Stuart snaked the mic up the back of her top, his hands lingering on her skin
in a way that made Kate feel sad, he positioned her on a stool and told her to
wait for his signal. She kept her legs tightly crossed, and when the light on
the camera turned red, he pointed at her and she began to speak.
“Good
afternoon. My name is Kate Watts, and I’m the executive director of the Main
Street Food Pantry. As we head into the winter months, our needs—and those of
all local food pantries—will be greater than ever.” Kate stared into the camera, imagining she
was speaking directly to anyone who might have the means to help them.
“No
child should ever have to go hungry, and many of our local residents depend on
the food pantry to feed their families. I’m here today to personally appeal to
you should you have the ability to help us in any way. The families we assist,
and especially the children, depend on your generosity more than you could ever
imagine. Thank you.” She ended the short segment with the food pantry’s
telephone number and street address, and when Stuart gave her the all clear,
she reached under her shirt for the microphone and handed it back to him.
“Thanks,
Stuart,” she said, giving him a quick hug. “I really appreciate this.”
“Sure,”
he said, looking over her shoulder as if there was something very interesting
across the room. “Take care, Kate.”
That was
yesterday, and so far only a few additional donations had trickled in. She and
Helena spent the rest of the afternoon making calls to local churches and
schools to set up additional food drives while continuing to monitor the
donations page. Finally, at a little before three, Kate went into the back room
to recount their inventory. It was the end of the month and they were down to
their last cases of infant formula and baby food. Almost all of the canned
vegetables had been depleted, and they were completely out of peanut butter and
soup. If it was this bad now, Kate didn’t want to think about what might happen
when budgets were stretched even thinner by holiday spending. Dejected, she was
sitting on the floor, clipboard in hand, when Helena burst into the back room.
“I ran
after him,” she said, gasping for breath. “But he was too fast. Boy am I out of
shape.”
“Who did
you run after?”
Helena
tossed a brown paper bag to Kate and leaned over, resting her hands on her
knees as she took in giant gulps of air.
“The man
who dropped off the money. Seriously, I may need supplemental oxygen over
here.”
Money?
Kate
looked into the bag and blinked several times. “Did you lock the front door?”
“Yes.”
She
turned the bag upside down and watched in disbelief as hundred-dollar bills
rained down on the concrete floor. She counted it quickly. “There’s a thousand
dollars here.”
Their
website listed four levels for donations with amounts ranging from ten to one
hundred dollars. There were higher amounts for corporations, but this was the
largest donation they’d ever received from one person, and it was more than
enough to replenish their shelves. Kate was already picturing herself pushing a
giant cart through Costco. “Did he leave his name?”
“No. He
walked up to my desk and said, “Give this to Katie. He must have seen you on TV
yesterday.”
“Young?
Old?” Rich?
“Young.
Early thirties, maybe? Tall. Blondish-brown hair. He was in a real hurry to
leave. I chased him out the door, but he jumped into the driver’s seat of an
old blue car.”
“An old
car? Are you sure?”
“I think
it was old. It didn’t look like any car I’ve ever seen. It had stripes on the
hood. And then he burned rubber.”
“Why would someone who drives an old car drop
off a bag full of money?”
“I have
no idea. But whatever the reason, he just saved us.”
A note from Kyra: Game On was first published in 2012. In its time, it has been through a heck of a lot of covers, but this is definitely the final one! The reason for this particular change is that back in July this year, the rather beautiful Scott King did a photo shoot for me with the equally stunning Lucy Laming – shot by super snapper Eric Battershell. The chosen photo of Scott and Lucy will be on the cover of the final Game On book – due for release next year. Since Scott King is the perfect Radleigh McCoy, I figured it made sense to have him on the cover for Book One to match!
ALSO, the book itself has undergone a bit of a change. There have been a few updates made to the book’s content – and this includes no longer cutting away from the bedroom scenes. It was a mistake I have berated myself for ever since publication that I didn’t include a sex scene. The nature of Leah and Radleigh’s relationship almost demands the bedroom scene to be written in full. I feel like without it, I haven’t been true to the overall tone of passion in the pages of the rest of the story.
These updates, and the cover, will be live before Christmas. If you have already bought a copy of Game On – I am hoping with everything I have that Amazon will be kind enough to give you a little update button on your accounts so you can re-download. If not, I will find a way around the issue somehow!
The paperback version of Game On will be updated also, but will take a little longer due to needing to order proof copies, etc, as will the audiobook, but that will take quite a while longer as it depends on my narrator's availability.
Please keep an eye on my Facebook page for further updates! Thank you!
Title: Game On (Game On Series #1)
Author: Kyra Lennon
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Cover Models: Scott King and Nadine Hart
Blurb: After swapping her small town life to work for one of the top soccer teams in the U.S, Leah Walker thought she could finally leave the ghosts of her past behind.
Los Angeles has everything Leah ever wanted. A great job, supportive friends, and most of all, an escape from the mundane English village she grew up in. The only cloud on her horizon is soccer superstar, Radleigh McCoy. He’s arrogant, sexy - the epitome of everything Leah used to crave in a man.
But Leah is not that person anymore. After getting her heart trampled on, she knows the damage caused by guys who only have one thing on their mind. She’s determined never to go through it again, but when McCoy makes scoring with Leah his new goal, they become locked in a heated battle of wills which threatens everything she’s built for herself.
As circumstances throw them together, the chemistry between them becomes harder to ignore, and Leah is forced to ask herself whether she has really changed at all.
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