Blurb:
Bound by honor...tempted by desire
California “Callie” St. John knows just how much one night of rebellion can cost. After narrowly escaping a car bombing, she is forced to acknowledge she needs a bodyguard, just not the one chosen for her. He pushes her buttons and forces his way past her defenses. While she fights to keep the secret that destroyed her family, she worries she's trusting her bodyguard more than she should.
Lieutenant James “Hawk” Hawkins, a member of a special ops unit of soldiers with extra-ordinary abilities, believes acting as a bodyguard to the daughter of one of DC's movers and shakers is a waste of his talents. But as he comes to know the woman behind the icy façade, he realizes she is more than she seems.
When a dangerous enemy from Hawk’s past targets Callie, he’s willing to risk everything to keep her safe. But succumbing to temptation isn't an option...no matter how much he wants to give in. Because secrets always come to light, and the past is never forgotten.
Excerpt:
William St. John turned to his daughter. “A bomb was planted in your car. You’re lucky you escaped with unharmed. Perhaps now you’ll take the threats against you seriously.” “Those things could have happened to anyone. Before tonight any of them could have been a coincidence.” Jimmy stared at her. Nobody could be that naïve. “There’s no such thing as coincidence.” She glared at him, her eyes sparking with anger, showing exactly what she thought about the situation. “As I seem to have no option but to have you follow me around like a lost dog, let me be clear. I will not be changing my daily routine. You will be unobtrusive and remain in the background when I’m in public.” She ticked off her rules on her fingers. Jimmy crossed his arms over his chest and waited for her to finish. Her slight British accent made her sound as though she was royalty giving orders to the peasants. “Your presence won’t be needed when I’m at home or with friends. Understood?” He took a step forward. “You listen to me, Duchess--” “I’m not a duchess. If I were, you would address me as ‘Your Grace.’” She sounded even haughtier if that was possible. “I’m charged with your safety. I will be the one laying the ground rules,” he continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “So until any threat to you is removed, I’ll be sticking closer to you than your panties on a hot July night. Got it?”
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