For Your Protection
by Amber Bardan
Releasing July 19th 2016
Self-Published
Self-Published
You shouldn't mix business with
pleasure.
Blurb
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. Surrounded by enemies, she's not sure if Connor is a man she can trust.
Connor knows better than to get personal with clients. Yet there couldn't be anything more personal about his feelings for Charlize. He'll win her trust, 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.
WARNING: This is an Amber Bardan Alpha Romance, featuring one dirty-talking hero obsessed with his heroine, and a Happily Ever After. No cliffhangers.
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. Surrounded by enemies, she's not sure if Connor is a man she can trust.
Connor knows better than to get personal with clients. Yet there couldn't be anything more personal about his feelings for Charlize. He'll win her trust, 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.
WARNING: This is an Amber Bardan Alpha Romance, featuring one dirty-talking hero obsessed with his heroine, and a Happily Ever After. No cliffhangers.
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She came right at him.
Connor leaned back in his seat. Shit. You’d think five-years in the job,
he’d have more discretion.
But what red-blooded man wouldn’t stare at
her?
She weaved between tables, hips swaying,
full-fucking-irresistible cleavage peeking out from her blouse.
He kept his eyes on his glass, even if his
peripheral was having a feast.
“Hi.” Her voice was as lush as the rest of
her.
He’d fucked up. She’d noticed him watching
and now there’d be a confrontation. If he was compromised, then he’d be forced
to take matters to the next level.
He looked up.
Mother-fucker.
Jet-black hair flowed over her shoulders.
He’d seen her tug that hair from its ponytail and fluff it. Cheeky, attention-seeking minx. It
hadn’t been so bad from over there. He hadn’t been able to smell her as he did
now. He hadn’t known she used vanilla scented shampoo then. His fists curled.
But her hair wasn’t the problem, even if he kept imagining it curled around his
fist. The problem was her wide, almond-shaped eyes the color of butter warming
in a pan, melting his brain.
“What?”
She flinched, smile slipping, then reached
to her front. He tried to stay still, damned hard work, because she reached
between those magnificent tits and pulled out a bill. “I’ll give you ten
dollars if you kiss me right now?”
He glanced at the money in her hand. Un-freaking-believable. “Do I look like
a gigolo to you, woman?”
“No, I imagine the scowl would be terrible
for business.” She laughed, the husky sound of it had his muscles clenching.
“But I saw you looking at me, and I really need you to kiss me, so if the
money’s offensive, would you just do it for free?”
Kiss her for free?
It’d cost if he kissed her—no way out of
that, but he’d be the one paying.
She held his gaze, then sighed and
squeezed the bill back into her top. “Never mind, I must have misunderstood.”
Her big eyes went soft and sad.
Fuck, did she do that on purpose? Did
anyone ever actually say no to her?
He scooted back his chair. Well, if was a
kiss she wanted, he’d damned well show her how it’s done.
Her lips parted as he rose, and her head
tipped back. She gulped. He was used to that. Little women like her realizing
they’d bitten off more than they could chew. She probably hadn’t noticed when
he’d been seated that he’d have over a foot on her.
Maybe he’d have gone slow, moved in
gently, if she hadn’t demanded that last part—right now.
The cheek.
He took a step. She swallowed again. This
time he let himself take in the sight of her curves—he let his gaze trail all
over her.
He reached for her shoulder, but the next
thing he knew he’d buried his hand in that hair he’d been fantasizing about
since he clamped eyes on her.
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Author Info
After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber Bardan finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fueled adrenaline haze, writing romance with a thriller edge.
After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber Bardan finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fueled adrenaline haze, writing romance with a thriller edge.
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.
Amber is
an award winning writer, Amazon Bestselling Author, and member of Romance
Writers of Australia, Melbourne Romance Writers Guild, and Writers Victoria.
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