Alexa Bourne has a sexy new book that is a must have for the holiday season.
Check out this hot new romantic suspense.
Take-charge bodyguard Colin Munro
believes working for the International Protective Network will be the perfect
occupation for him. Unfortunately, his trial assignment is protecting a woman
who has no intention of blindly following orders. Aye, he’ll bring the bonnie
lass in line because there’s no way he’ll allow her to ruin his chance of
securing his dream job.
Physically and emotionally
scarred during her stint as a U.S. soldier, Joanna Grainger wants nothing more
than to enjoy life. New Year's Eve in Edinburgh marks the beginning of her
transformation. But when she witnesses a crime no one believes occurred, her
plans come to a screeching halt. To make matters worse, her sexy but headstrong
bodyguard has no compassion for her or the victim.
As danger hunts them during one
of the busiest times of the year, Joanna must convince Colin she's a worthy
partner. But first, can she convince herself?
Excerpt:
Joanna
bolted upright. Darkness wrapped her in its hideous embrace. And silence
reigned. Her heart raced. She flattened her hands on the mattress beneath her.
Mattress.
Bed. Colin’s hotel room.
Rustling
sounds came from the floor. The bedside lamp flickered on. Colin propped
himself up, one knee bent and an arm dangling over it. He squinted against the
brightness. “Are you all right?”
“I’m
sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” She brushed her fingers under her eyes.
“Don’t
be daft, lass.”
“I
had a bad dream.” She smoothed her hair back off her face. Moisture beaded at
her temples.
“Here
we call it a nightmare.” He smiled, and at once she relaxed her shoulders.
“Americans
do, too.” After another deep breath, she said, “I’ll be all right.” Once her
heart rate slowed to normal. With her forearm, she wiped perspiration from her
forehead.
He
stood, padded into the bathroom, and ran the faucet. When he returned, he sat
beside her, tucked his finger under her chin, and pressed the cloth to her
cheek. The cool moisture soothed her burning skin.
She
reached up and covered his hand with hers. “I can do that.”
“I
know.” He brushed her fingers away. “But you’ll not.”
After
a few seconds, he moved the wet towel across her forehead and to her other cheek.
When
he reached her neck, she sighed and closed her eyes for a few valuable seconds.
“Thank
you.”
His
gentle caress reminded her how much she’d missed simple comfort…from anyone.
“You’re
welcome.” The cloth soon disappeared. “Now, will you tell me what you dreamed
about?”
“Mark
Rawlings. I dreamed I was back in the train car and he was bleeding out on the
floor. The guy with him faded into the background, but I could see the man’s
hands and lips moving. I couldn’t hear anything, though. Then somebody jabbed
me with something, and my blood drained out of my body, but there was nothing I
could do. The guy standing stayed in front of me. There was another voice, but
the words were garbled.”
“Did
you see anyone else?”
“No,
but at the end I wasn’t paying attention. I was losing consciousness.” She
tilted her head to one side and into her palm. “Colin, what am I going to do if
we don’t find the professor’s attacker soon?”
“We’ll
take it one day at a time.” Strong, confident, able to leap tall buildings
and all…even in the middle of the night.
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