by Sybil Bartel
Publication date: October 16th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary,
The Marines trained me to set my sights and wait for the shot. For eight years, I guarded my brothers and defended my country. Now I protect my clients. My personal security firm is the best in the business because I leave nothing to chance… until a dark-haired, hazel-eyed spitfire crosses my path.
She and her sexy-as-hell striptease were supposed to be a one-night distraction. But too late I noticed the branding on her back and my blood ran cold. This woman wasn’t a distraction—she was a death sentence.
Knowing who she was left me no choice. I took her on as my client. But running from her past wasn’t an option.
The Marines didn’t train me to retreat. They taught me to engage.
One shot. One kill.
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I grasped her chin. “If you’re not feeling it, chica, then say the word. I’ll back off.” Her expression weary as hell as her gorgeous eyes stared at me, I dared to hope she was feeling me. “I’ll see you through this. I’ll protect you with my life.” I forced myself to say what I didn’t want to. “But I swear on my honor, if you don’t want this, I won’t touch you again.”
She didn’t move. She didn’t even blink.
Dread settled in my chest.
No choice, I stepped back and turned.
“Wait,” she whispered.
My eyes closed, and I bit back the shit I really wanted to say because I knew words pushed her away. “What?”
The air shifted and her breath landed on my back. “I’m not good at this.”
No fucking shit. But I still wanted to pull her into my arms and take her every damn way I could. Instead, my hands went to my hips and I waited.
“All right, fine.” I could practically see her throw her hands up. “You felt good, really good.”
I smiled, but I still waited.
“Oh my God,” she groaned. “You’re going to make me do this, aren’t you?”
Damn straight. I took a step to up the ante.
“Goddamn it.” Thin arms wrapped around my waist. “André, stop!”
“You seeing if I’m gonna fight for you, chica?” I turned and pulled her naked body against mine. “You testing me?”
She exhaled and melted into me. “No.”
“Good.” I kissed the top of her head. “Work it out, chica.” I pulled back enough to look down at her. “Because this is happening.”
~Meet the Author~
Here are ten things you probably really want to know about Sybil.
She grew up a faculty brat. She can swear like a sailor. She loves men in uniform. She hates being told what to do. She can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The Bird Market in Hong Kong freaks her out. Her favorite word is desperate…or dirty, or both—she can’t decide. She has a thing for muscle cars. But never reply on her for driving directions, ever. And she has a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell her husband.