A hardened man finds himself at a loss over his unexpected discharge from the military which leads to a job bodyguarding a rich and snooty young woman with fireworks quickly resulting in a romance of opposites attracting. Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Shameless by Sybil Bartel, then add it to your bookshelf. In honor of this eighth installment in the Alpha Bodyguard series, make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $50 Amazon GC too!
Bodyguard.
Shadow.
Warrior.
The Marines trained me to be a weapon. Tactical warfare was in my blood. I didn't think twice when I was deployed for the fifth time because I was born battle ready. Then a mission went south and left me with a medical discharge.
Too many years downrange, I didn't fit in the civilian world. Taking a job with the best security firm in the business seemed like a solid plan…until I was assigned babysitting duty for a spoiled little rich girl. The only thing worse than the assignment was the client's smart mouth. She thought she could run it—all over me—and not suffer the consequences. She was wrong.
Now she was about to find out how shameless a bodyguard could be.
EXCERPT:
My whole life I’d been cursed by my last name. Everyone I’d ever met wanted something from me, or they wanted something from my father, and I was just leverage.
Except Shade the Bodyguard didn’t seem to give a single damn what my last name was. Exhaling, he let his gaze drift down my body, taking in every inch like he was touching me, then he looked back at my eyes and shook his head.
“Remember this moment,” he ordered.
“Oh-kay.” I kinda hated how good he looked in his leather jacket. And I wondered if the stubble across his face was purposeful or because he hadn’t had time to shave before driving up from Miami. I also wondered who the hell Cara was, but carefully trying to shove that whole part of our conversation down, I compartmentalized. Because I didn’t want to know about Cara and the ass pounding she got from him. “Why?"
“Because when it all goes to shit, this was the turning point.” His hand landed on the small of my back.
“Come on, princess."
Awareness shot up my spine and down my body, then went straight to my core. “We’re going to eat in the restaurant?"
“Yeah,” he acquiesced begrudgingly. I smiled. Wide.
“Fuck,” he grumbled, leading me to the front door and pulling it open for me. “I’m gonna regret the hell out of this."
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AUTHOR INFO:
Sybil Bartel grew up in Northern California with her head in a book and her feet in the sand. She dreamt of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books drew her into the world of storytelling. She loves the New Adult genre, but any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful makes her swoon.
Sybil now resides in Southern Florida and while she doesn’t get to read as much as she likes, she still buries her toes in the sand. If she isn’t writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in her backyard, you can find her spending time with her handsomely tattooed husband, her brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer...
But Seriously?
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 rely on her for driving directions, ever. And she has a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell her husband.
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Oh. This book sounds very very good.
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