HK Savage’s An Undying Oath Blog Tour
Sergeant Justin Shaw returned from the war with what is left of his unit, though instead of being hailed as heroes, they are being sought as test subjects. Their last mission behind enemy lines to obtain a WMD ended with them exposed and on the run. Their goal is not only to destroy the weapon, but also the program being run by their own government. Justin and his men have sacrificed everything for their mission. Will it be enough? Samantha James, a girl whose father disappeared almost twenty years ago unwittingly holds the key. When her father returns bodies start to fall. Sam doesn't know who to trust. Both Justin and her father have their own agendas and either one of them could end up with her dead.
This new story from HK Savage had me flipping pages fast.
A different kind of story...all in a good way!
Sam, the daughter of a scientist(who's been physically absent for years) is being tracked for a secret weapon.
What this weapon is...she doesn't know...but others do.
Seargent Justin is there to either protect her or to take the weapon for himself and his crew....only thing is they have babysit her too. Its not just the crew that wants this....so does someone else and they want it maybe a little bit more.
Who has to die in the process? And what IS this weapon that has everyone willing to kill to get it?
Amazing this is! Like all of her books! I am in complete awe!
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“I’ll go with her, Sarge.” Jimmy hopped out to make room for her to exit. Shaw was already out, landing lightly on the balls of his feet on the opposite side of the door. He moved like a fighter. Sam had seen a few truly good ones at the gym and at least Shaw was better than any she’d seen before. She would be willing to bet the other two weren’t slouches either. “No, I will.” He waited for Sam to take the lead, surveying the streets for threats. “Hear anything, Jimmy?” Sam watched Jimmy grab headphones off a hook below the narrow table serving as a desk in the cramped van. He listened for a minute and shook his head. “Nope. Can’t hear anything but that don’t mean it’s clear.” They exchanged a look Sam didn’t understand. She considered making a break for it and Shaw closed the distance between them, not touching but his message clear. Shaw let her open the outer security door leading into the complex then followed her into the building, but put his hand over hers when she slid the key into her lock. She jumped at his warm touch, noting in passing his hands felt calloused but not overly rough. Her eyes went to where their hands were stacked on her door and wondered how many people his hands had broken. How many women has he touched? Mortified at herself, she dropped her hand and stepped aside to let him open the door. He eased past and held a hand out indicating she should stay behind him. Seeing the way the men worked together and had her covered, Sam pretty much figured it was pointless to stage an escape attempt in her building or try to cry out and involve someone else. She couldn’t handle any more guilt, and apparently she was having some sort of breakdown brought on by stress. Thus, she was relatively subdued as she followed his silent command though she glared daggers at his well-developed back as he crept into her apartment. They were a few feet down the hall when Sam heard something tap the bathroom door, making her jump. She spun to face it and before she could do anything else, Shaw had his arm wrapped around her waist pulling her tight up against him with one hand, a gun appearing in his other. It was so fast she barely had time to recognize what was happening. Just one minute she was facing the bathroom, the next she was staring at a blue tshirt stretched snug over broad shoulders smelling a combination of fabric softener and hot man. Heart beating wildly, Sam put her hands out to push against his back and peer around him. His muscles were hard under her hands as he turned his head, placing his profile a hand’s breadth from hers. She could see the glints of gold and definitely auburn in the stubble on his jaw. He hadn’t shaved in at least a day. “Stay close.” He commanded in a whisper, taking his hand from her waist and pushing her back with his body, giving him room to open the door while hugging the wall as tightly as possible. Frightened enough to listen Sam stayed close, feeling the cool wall behind her. The result was a Sam sandwich. She breathed short, shallow breaths and moved with him. One hand reached out and twisted the knob, shoving it open in one fluid motion. Into the hall flashed a gray streak, low to the ground and yowling the whole time. Sam saw the gun tracking it and brought her hand down on his forearm, instantly re-aiming the gun’s muzzle at the floor away from its target. “Wait. It’s Bill,” she cried in a panic. The tension in his arm eased and she wriggled herself out from behind him to dash after her terrified cat
HK Savage has been a voracious reader of anything she could get her hands on going back to the second grade when she would set her alarm two hours early to read before school. Her passion for the written word has continued and flowed into writing going back nearly as far. Her books have fans in twenty countries on six continents with hopes of attracting attention on
Antarctica if for no other reason than to check a box.
Currently, HK is a mother, wife and black belt in Karate as well as an avid dressage rider. Her three dogs: a Doberman puppy and two ancient Doxies keep her busy when she is not writing or working.
HK has been an editor for several newsletters over the years, her favorite being for Heifer International where her ideas were put into effect and complimented by those on high. Currently her editing skills, honed for nearly a decade in advertising media, have been focused on her peers and clients in the writing world as Founder and Editor in Chief of Staccato Publishing and new digital imprint, Darkest Night Publishing.
Paranormal is a favorite genre as well as science fiction and the possibilities we have not yet realized. Her favorite premise: "what if?"