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WITNESS TO PASSION
Guarding Her Body #1
Naima Simone
Releasing June 16th, 2015
Entangled: Ignite
Under his protection and in his bed…
For
Fallon Wayland, birthdays are just another reminder of her looming
spinsterhood. This year is shaping up to be no different. Unfairly fired from
her job, dumped by her boyfriend, and oh yes, witnessing the murder of a
high-ranking lieutenant in the local crime family… Yeah, birthdays suck.
Ever
since a disastrous, hot-as-hell kiss years ago, soldier-turned-security
specialist Shane Roarke has avoided his baby sister’s reckless—and
gorgeous—best friend. Yet when her life is threatened after she witnesses a
gang hit, he insists on protecting her…even if she objects.
The
two are forced to hole up in a safe house. Alone. Passion long denied erupts
between them, burning away their inhibitions. But even as layers—and
clothes—are peeled away, danger closes in. Shane and Fallon might finally have
a chance at love…if they survive long enough to see it.
“Dammit, Fallon, we don’t have time—”
“One,” Fallon growled, slipping out of the booth. “My name is not
Dammit Fallon or Goddammit Fallon. Two, I’m going to the police. I want to
speak with them about Michaels, his escape, and hear their advice on where I
should go from here. You can come with me or meet me there.”
A beat of silence. “I’m coming with you. No way am I letting you out
of my sight,” Shane stated, voice flat. But a tic along his jaw betrayed the
emotion hidden under the ice in his tone.
She spun around and headed for the kitchen. Ten minutes later, she
returned to the dining area, and the man glaring at her from near the front
door with a phone pressed to his ear.
“Yeah,” he said to the person on the other end. “We’re coming out.”
Pause. “Police station first, then we’ll decide from there.” Another pause.
“Copy that.” He ended his call, but the scowl remained firmly in place. “You
ready?” he growled.
“Yes.”
Silently, he held the door open, allowing her to step out of the
restaurant. She sucked in a breath and held it as he pressed in close behind
her. Damn. Too late. His scent—that unique combination of fresh wind, and
skin—teased her nose, setting off a chain reaction of heat, heart palpitations,
and flocks of birds in her stomach. She gritted her teeth against the Pavlovian
response.
He shifted beside her, his strong, firm upper arm nudging her
shoulder. His unblinking, sharp gaze scanned the street and sidewalks as he
settled a hand on the small of her back and guided her to the blue BMW
convertible parked around the corner. Relief poured through her like a cold
drink of water on a hot day. As silly as it seemed, FiFi represented the only
stability in her world. The only thing that hadn’t metamorphosed into something
unrecognizable or scary.
“You have your key?” Shane didn’t glance down at herhis restless
survey of their surroundings continuing.
“Yes.” She pointed her key fob at the car. Several feet away, the
headlights blinked once, the horn beeping twice.
“I’ll follow you—”
Shane’s words were swallowed by the huge, deafening boom from the end
of the street. A fiery, blast knocked both of them off their feet. Twisting
midair, he wrapped his arms and body around her. His back slammed to the
concrete hard enough for him to groan in pain. But immediately, he rolled,
covering her from head to toe from the heat searing the air around them.
Oh Jesus. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
FiFi.
Gone. Someone had bombed her beloved FiFi to hell and back.
She blinked, tears burning her eyes as hot as the flames licking at
her car.
“—okay?”
She frowned, the ringing in her ears loud and subsiding slowly.
“Are you okay?” Shane repeated, his voice urgent, harsh.
The cold reserve had disappeared, melted by the bomb and rage blazing
in his eyes. Fury hardened his features, the sculpted cheekbones, angular jaw,
and carnal curves of his mouth even more pronounced under his taut skin.
“Y-yes,” she stuttered. Then lifted her head and peered over his
shoulder at the flaming heap that used to be her darling FiFi. She lowered her
head, stared up at the sky, and let the tears fall.
“So where did you say your
safe house was?”
Super sexy with a side of danger! Shane and Fallon burn up the pages of this book. Shane has been denying the attraction between them for years, but now that Fallon's life is at risk, he won't let her out of his sight. The close proximity and danger pushed them to finally explore the chemistry between them. Just as they expected, the sex is hot, but discover their feelings run deeper than lust. A promising start to the series, and there are plenty of available men introduced for future books.
ARC via NetGalley
Naima's love of romance was first stirred by Johanna Lindsey and Linda Howard many years ago. Though her first attempt at writing a romance novel at 11 never saw the light of day, her love of romance and writing has endured. Now, she spends her time creating stories of unique men and women who experience the dizzying heights of passion and the tender heat of love. She is the wife to Superman - or his non-Kryptonian, less bullet proof equivalent - and mother to the most awesome kids ever. They all live in perfect, domestically-challenged bliss in the southern United States.
Thank you so much for the awesome review! I'm so glad you enjoyed Witness to Passion! :-D
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