Love Bytes is delighted to show you a wonderful video post from author Jeff Adams talking about his new release “Audio Assault”
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Welcome Jeff 🙂
I’m so happy to be at Love Bytes today with an exclusive video post talking about why I used music as a major plot point for Audio Assault, book three in the Codename: Winger series. I also give you the details on what’s coming up next in the Winger universe.
In the video, I read an excerpt from chapter eleven, which you can read below if you prefer. Please make sure you also check out the Rafflecopter below to get your chance to win an ebook copy of Audio Assault or the grand prize signed paperback copy.
The melody was really good, and as Sofia sang her voice melded with the music as if she were another instrument. The fusion was beautiful. I could point to a handful of tunes that I had on a playlist for times I needed inspiration. This track would sit well on that list.
“It’s really good,” I said after the song finished.
“Gimme your phone, I’ll give you an advance copy.”
“Cool. Okay.” I pulled my phone from my pocket, set it in safe mode and handed it over. Using a regular iPhone cable, Sofia connected it to the computer and transferred the song via the distribution system.
“I’m glad you like it.” She passed the phone back to me once the transfer was done. “I’m trying different styles on the next album. Mom’s song will be on that and this will too. Let’s see what you think of this next one.”
She handed my phone back before pulling up another song on the computer. This song was faster, but it also featured an orchestra.
My phone screeched with an alert.
Normally alerts just go to my watch with a vibration, but this was more serious I tapped the onscreen acknowledgment to silence it.
“What the hell was that?” Sofia asked.
I accessed the security logs and swiped to get to the details on the alert. “Some sort of a security issue.”
“What kind of phone is that anyway?”
“It’s an iPhone,” I said with a quick grin to Sofia and the engineer who looked ready to bolt if he needed to. “With a few modifications. It is my line of work after all.”
Sofia came over and tried to look at the screen. I pulled it back from her view. She didn’t argue but sat back in her chair.
“Do we need to call someone?” the engineer asked. “Are we in danger?”
“The phone picked up a potential hack.”
I sent the logs from the phone to my computer, so I could read them more easily. Two events had happened simultaneously. The M4A song file Sofia put on the phone was compromised. The logs also indicated an audio threat of some kind from the sound that played in the studio, which made no sense.
“What’s happening, man?” Sofia asked after I’d been quiet for a few minutes. “I don’t like the intense look you’ve got.”
I didn’t look away from the screen. “Give me a minute. This is weird.”
I was less worried about the infected M4A than I was with the audio alert. A file with malicious code was one thing, but something encoded in the audio was unusual. It was only triggered by the second song.
“Can you play that song again?” I looked to Sofia.
“Um, sure. But should we really be listening to music now?”
I brought my computer to the console and activated its microphone. Unlike my phone, which had Siri always listening, my computer wasn’t set that way.
“Are you sure?” The engineer looked at me skeptically.
I nodded as I typed a few keys. “Go ahead.”
He pushed Play, and it only took a few seconds before the computer and the phone flashed a warning message.
“You can stop.”
He turned it off, and the alert disappeared. Going back to the logs, there were no details on what the threat was, only that there was something unknown in the audio.
“Man, what is it? Talk to us.” Sofia was over my shoulder again, and even though this was technically TOS software, she wouldn’t get any sensitive information looking at the screen.
“There’s malicious code in the M4A file you put on my phone, but there’s also something in the audio of what you just played.”
“Is that even possible?”
How could she ask that? She heard the same alarms I did. And I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.
Blurb:
Theo Reese is just like any other seventeen-year-old—with one small exception. This summer all he wants is to spend time with his boyfriend, Eddie, and work on his MIT research project. His parents have other plans. An old friend needs the help of Theo’s family. Oliver Glenwood is an ’80s music star who runs his own label. His wife and his daughter, Sofia, now a chart topper herself, are the targets of kidnappers. Oliver hopes they can eliminate whoever is behind the threat. When Theo uncovers an even more insidious plot, the covert agency the Reeses work for, Tactical Operational Support, swoops into action. Song files have been modified to steal personal data from devices and emit a tone that drives listeners into a homicidal rage. Theo and his parents race against the clock to stop this mysterious enemy from releasing the music on an unsuspecting populace and causing worldwide chaos. Just when Theo thinks the mission couldn’t be more complicated, Eddie shows up in New York looking to hang out with his boyfriend. No one ever said being a teenage secret agent would be easy.
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Jeff Adams has written stories since he was in middle school and became a gay romance writer in 2009 when his first short stories were published. Since then he’s continued to create, often with a hockey player at the center of the story. Jeff lives in northern California with his husband of more than twenty years, Will. Some of his favorite things include the musicals Rent and [title of show],the Detroit Red Wings and Pittsburgh Penguins hockey teams, and the reality TV competition So You Think You Can Dance. He also loves to read, but there isn’t enough space to list out his favorite books. Jeff is the co-host of the Big Gay Fiction Podcast, a weekly show devoted to gay romance as well as pop culture. New episodes come out every Monday at BigGayFictionPodcast.com.
You can learn more about Jeff at JeffAdamsWrites.com.
