For Her Protection
Personal Protection, #1
Guest Blogger Amber A. Bardan
Why
Bodyguards make hot heroes
There are reasons I love bodyguards, so
many reasons...and it's not only
because it's kinda a requirement they have muscles.
1. He's watching me
If you know me I struggle with the whole
stalker/creep hero. If he's spying on the heroine from the shadows...I hope he
has a good reason because I'm a little scared...and aroused...okay not really
it's creepy...and hot...but wrong!
There's something incredibly sexy about
knowing a man is watching you, protecting you, one step behind you with all his
attention focused on you. Depending on the mood you're in it's even sexier if
he's not a deranged stalker. When you want a hero you can actually fall for, a
bodyguard gets to break the rules with all the hotness and none of the creep
factor.
2. Don't tell me what to do
It might be wrong, but we women are
complex...the hero has no right to boss us ladies around, so why is it so damn
hot when he does? I want my heroine's female independence respected. I don't
want some douche who thinks he has the right to lord himself over her...except
when he does it tends to result in explosive tension and multiple orgasms.
Bodyguards get a free-pass. It's their job
to protect the heroine; it's more than thinking it's their god given right by virtue
of their penis—it's their responsibility. It's all the delicious
over-protectiveness of a true alpha hero with none of the guilt.
3. It's in the job description
I lied a little—muscles are totally one of
the reasons. Okay, we authors do tend to cop criticism for making our heroes
prime beefcakes. But it's in the Bodyguards job description. He needs to be a
big muscled hunk of man. He needs to have the physical capabilities to knock
any threat the-hell-out. He totally needs to be a little threatening and all
the way irresistible...
STEAMING HOT EXCERPT
Connor gave her his
caveman glare. “I’m not going anywhere, kitten. Your well-being is my
responsibility so you may as well do as you’re told.”
“Do as I’m told?”
she spat then picked up a mug from her desk and hurled it at him.
Connor ducked and
the mug flew over his head and bounced on the carpet. He rose, rolling up
slowly, his gaze taking on the predatory gleam from the first time she’d seen
him. Shit. She’d gone too far again. He stalked toward her. Charlize backed
away from her desk.
“You’re out of
control, Charlize,” he growled, his head lowered, his strides long and smooth.
Her heart spurted
frantic energy through her system. He reached her but she didn’t give him a
chance to do whatever he planned to do. She slammed her palms against his chest
and pushed then darted around him for the door.
She didn’t make it a
step. He seized her around the middle and took her down. She hit the ground on
her back. Connor shifted over her, scooping her wrists in one clean movement
and pressing them above her head. The back of her hands sank into the carpet.
He panted above her,
gazing into her face. She twisted against him but her movements only made her
breasts brush against the solid wall of his chest. Damn him. Maybe, just maybe
if he hadn’t done what he had to her that morning, she might’ve had a chance to
resist him.
Charlize stilled and
looked at him. A muscle pulled under the skin of his temple. She ran her gaze
over his face, the deep blue of his eyes, the strong bridge of his nose, his
wide lips.
Lips that drove her
crazy with all the arrogant, bossy shit they said. Lips that made her want to
run her tongue over them, see if maybe there was a shred of softness in this
hard man. She groaned and raised her head, planting her mouth on his.
His stillness
dissolved. His mouth opened, capturing her tongue and sucking deeply before
pushing his own between her lips. Her body hummed, the neediness tormenting her
all day racked her. He moved, his knees nudging hers apart. He settled between
her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his hips, arching when his hardness
ground against her.
He pressed her hands
deeper into the carpet and sank his tongue farther into her mouth, leaving no
crevice untasted.
She opened to
him—melting—arching—desperate. She squeezed him closer with her legs, needing
that hard cock against her.
Then, in one sudden
movement, the heat and hardness against her were gone. Connor had leaped off
her as if her panties were on fire. Charlize scrambled to her feet, tugging her
skirt down, then leaned against her desk for support. Her head swam, words
escaped her. She wasn’t sure what just happened. He still looked at her as if
he were about to eat her alive. His gaze stalked her, stripping her,
penetrating through her skin.
He cornered her
against her desk, his eyes darker than she’d ever seen them.
“Let’s get something
clear—if losing your shit at me is code for fuck-me-now, just say so. Then the
next time you hit me I’ll have my cock buried in you before you can finish the
request.”
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
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
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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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Looks like a great read. Thanks for posting on the blog.
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