Monday, June 30, 2014

Book Monster Promotions ~ For Her Protection by Amber A. Bardan


For Her Protection



You shouldn’t mix business with pleasure.

Yet pleasure seems to be the one and only thing on Charlize’s mind the moment Connor steamrolls into her life. Desperate to save her family company, prove she’s more than a pretty face and worthy of being CEO, pleasure is a distraction she can’t afford.

She doesn’t want a bodyguard, especially not one whose caveman heroics kick her libido into hyperdrive. But surrounded by enemies and an attacker on the loose, there’s only one man she can trust with her life.

Connor knows better than to get personal with clients. Yet there couldn’t be anything more personal about his feelings for Charlize. From the moment he clapped eyes on her he wanted nothing more than to throw her over his shoulder and really give her something to scream about. He’ll get his uptight she-cat to unwind, preferably one orgasm at a time.

With Connor in her office, her home, driving her to sweet, merciless distraction, there’s only so long Charlize can resist his sexy, dominant brand of protection


Excerpt:
Tight. She said the word and all Connor could think was tight. Yeah she’d be exquisitely tight wrapped around his—
Balls, what am I doing?
She’d walked in, rendering him as pitiful as she had that morning. Didn’t help she’d done fem-bot professional for work. A white shirt tucked into a skirt that narrowed to the knee then flared out with a hem. Geometric, just like the wide collar of her shirt that did nothing to hide the sweet, juicy perfection of her incredible tits. She’d completed her corporate armor with a pair of steel-framed glasses better suited for use as a murder weapon.
He wanted to tear her designer chainmail right off. See if she was hard or soft underneath.
“Well I’ve given Connor the overview. I’ll leave you two to it,” Bob said.
Connor grunted some kind of assent but Charlize gaped, hand half-raised as if Bob had just left her alone at Grandma’s with the wolf.
The door closed and her gaze snapped to his and those golden-amber eyes of hers spat at him again.
“Get a good enough look? I told you I’m busy.”
He smiled. He hadn’t even begun to get his fill. “Sure, just give me what you owe me and it’s all business, kitten.”
Her thick black lashes fluttered. “Owe you? I owe you nothing and this is my workplace. Call me Ms. Halifax or, if you must, Charlize. Otherwise get out.”
Ouch.
“But you do owe me, Charlize. You owe me one great big apology.” He knew his grin pissed the hell out of her, he just didn’t care. Watching her get riled up was too much fun.
“You cheated,” she said, tossing her hair, which didn’t move, contained as it was in its bun.
“I don’t cheat.”
“Well you did. You didn’t tell me you were some kind of Karate champion, self-defense instructor. It was never a fair bet.”
He took a step toward her, well aware she’d have to tip her head back to maintain eye contact. “It’s Judo, and unfair is not the same as cheating. My entire point was that you challenge people whose capabilities you know nothing about. Ergo, I proved my point.” He leaned closer and whispered, “Ergo, I win.”
She smiled over her small white teeth. “Oh in that case, fine. I apologize, Mr. Crowe. I’m deeply, deeply sorry that you’re a Neanderthal and that it caused you offense to have it pointed out.”
She grinned, shallow smile lines turning her face into something so precious it almost hurt to look at her. A real smile. She enjoyed bantering with him. So she did have a sense of humor buried somewhere under all that sass.
This was going to be fun.
“Apology accepted. Let’s talk shop then.”
Her smile dropped and he repressed his laugh. Yeah this girl wanted to fight. Ached for it. He could smell it in the tension of her muscles. The way she jumped on any opening he gave her. He’d caught a sense of how things were for her when Bob showed him around. Too much stress and no play for the uptight she-cat. She needed either a heavy, sweaty fight or an earth-rocking orgasm. He knew which he’d rather deliver.
Shit.
He shifted. Just thinking about this woman moaning breathlessly against him made him harden in his pants. Cabbage pizza, kidneys on toast… Yep she even had him resorting to tactics he’d used during his horny teen years.
“Perfect,” she said and took a step back, resting her pert round ass on her glass desk. “Why don’t you tell me what you can do for me?”
He’d start by ripping her long, shapely legs right out of those pantyhose then he’d—
Spam and ice cream.
Ice cream trickling down the inside of her calf. Shit. He took a breath that expanded his chest. “Well I’d like to make a more comprehensive assessment, but as of now I’d like to call in my team. Get another three guards at the front and at least two more inside.”
She uncrossed her legs, enough surprise crossing her features to let him know she’d doubted his professionalism.
“Then there’s your antique security system, which needs an upgrade as soon as possible—considering the unsettled climate within the organization. I’d even suggest rethinking your IT security practices.”
Her lips pulled to the side and she nodded. “I was thinking that myself. I’m the CEO and I’m pretty sure my eight-year-old cousin could hack my computer.” She glanced up at him. “So how much would all this cost us?”
“I’ll put together a proposal.”
“Thanks, that would be helpful.” Her features softened.
His thoughts scattered again. Charlize all accessible really did send him Neanderthal. Just wanted to get her back over his shoulder but this time—
Damn better when she hisses.
“There’s one more thing. I heard there was some kind of attempted attack on you today?”
She snorted. “I wouldn’t call getting smacked upside the back of the head with a rock ‘attempted’ but—”
“What, you were actually hit?” His muscles contracted and he stalked toward her. “Were you hurt?”
She blinked, leaning farther back onto the desk. “I got a bump, that’s all.”
“That’s not acceptable. It won’t happen again. I’m placing you under personal protection until further notice.”
Charlize leaped up to stand straight, bringing her body flush with his. “You’re what? You can’t place me under your anything.”
He bent closer, tipping her chin with his finger. “I can. From now on you’ll have twenty-four-hour protection.”
Charlize jerked her chin away, her gaze narrowing. She studied him then her eyes widened again. “Oh I get it. And who protects me? You, Connor?”
She placed her palm on his chest and her touch branded him right through his shirt.
“Will you be protecting me 24/7?” Her hand ran to his shoulder and a half-smile teased the corners of her lips. “Let me guess, you’ll be with me night and day. Giving me your personal protection. Hell, I guess you’ll have to watch me sleep, watch me in the shower…”
A lump moved in his throat and raging breath blew out his nose.
“Is that right, Connor? Will you protect me so closely you’ll practically be inside me?”
A low growl rumbled in his throat and his hand covered hers, pressing it deeper against the fabric of his shirt as if her skin could dissolve the material.
“Yeah I thought so.” Her self-satisfied smile fizzled out as she met his gaze.

She’d played him but it looked as if she’d just figured this frying pan was a little too deep to crawl out of.

After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her days as a graphic designer but her nights writing sizzling tales about heroes with tough exteriors who are warm inside.
                                                
She lives with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by.




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