Protector for Hire
Front and Center #4
By: Tawna Fenske
Releasing June 30, 2015
Entangled: Lovestruck
Haunted by his time in Iraq, former soldier Schwartz
Patton goes off the grid, retreating deep into Montana’s untamed wilderness.
Now, ten years into his self-imposed solitude, his brother tracks him down and
asks for a favor. A woman is in danger, and she needs help...and Schwartz is
the only one who can protect her.
Designer-loving city girls like Janelle Keebler don't
belong in the wilderness. Unless, of course, they're witnesses to a murder by
their psycho drug-trafficking ex-husbands. Still, Janelle can't help the
immediate physical response she has to her sexy-as-sin protector that leaves
her wanting more than she could have ever imagined. Even if he does make
terrible coffee...
Every word, every touch, every kiss ignites a need
Schwartz thought he’d lost forever. He can't stop the desperate attraction
simmering between him and Janelle, even if he wanted to. Even if it means it
could get them both killed.
So the
story goes as follows; Schwartz Patton has made himself into a recluse, after a
terrible mission gone wrong, which left him is a coma for three months and the men
in his unit dead. For 10 years he has isolated himself from everyone and everything,
the only person who had his number was his brother Grant, with strict
instructions to use it only under the penalty of death. Now Grant needs to call
on his brother’s help, but not for himself; but his sister in law Janelle.
City-girl
Janelle Keebler inner good guy radar is broken! How can it not be, when she
marries a drug dealer, who treats her bad and even after they are divorced,
wants to kill her, just like he did to his associate, right in front of her.
After a failed attempt at Witness Protection, her brother in law Grant take her
safety into his own hand and ships her of to his recluse of a brother.
But
the sparks fly as soon as they meet, though Schwartz is determined to keep her
at arm’s length. Can Janelle find confidence in herself again? Can Schwartz
overcome his PTSD enough to express his feeling for Janelle? All while keeping
Janelle safe...
WOW! What
a book! I have truly never read a book like this before and I love every moment
of it! I am going to have to start this series from the beginning I think! This
book truly blows my mind.
The
writing is smooth and the characters well developed, without them being too
complex. I would say this story is light-suspense, which also touches on PTSD,
without going to heavy into the subject. The passionate scenes are super-hot,
BUT are believable! This honestly, makes for a nice change.
Protector
for Hire is truly one of the best romantic suspense books I have read so far
this year! So for that, I could only give the book a solid 10 out of 10!
“You saw something brutal and bloody
and awful,” Schwartz murmured. “That sort of thing can mess with your head.”
He spoke like a man intimately
familiar with the experience, and Janelle wanted to ask how he knew. But
something told her not to. She might be lying half clad in his bed, but he was
still a stranger.
A stranger who felt really, really
warm.
She sighed, enjoying the heat
seeping from his palm through the thin cotton of her cami top and the elastic
waist of her satin sleep shorts. “I thought I was doing okay, you know?” she
whispered. “I mean, I’m safe here, right?”
“Right.”
“So why do I feel like a scared
little girl?”
His palm curled tighter around her
waist. In the darkness, the lines in his face shifted to something resembling a
grimace. “You most definitely do not feel like a little girl.”
She laughed, snuggling closer to all
that heat and strength. “Thanks. I think.”
Her shifting under the covers made
his palm drop from her hip to the small of her back. She might have been
imagining things, but she could have sworn she felt his fingertips stroke the
top of her sleep shorts, dipping ever so lightly under the waistband. Probably
shouldn’t read too much into that.
She wasn’t sure what to do with her
hands, and found herself awkwardly folding them against her chest. That felt
weird. She unclasped her fingers, hesitating.
To touch or not to touch?
Touch.
She slid her hands forward a few
inches to splay them across his chest. He stiffened at first, then relaxed
beneath her fingertips.
Better. Much better.
He wore no shirt, and there was a
soft dusting of fur across his chest. His muscles were taut and massive beneath
her palms, and he didn’t move to push her hands away. Good
Lord, what did this guy do for
exercise? Wrestle bears? Bench-press fallen trees? Do bicep curls with
boulders?
She tipped her head back to look at
him, and found him studying her with an expression of frank interest. “What?”
“I sleep alone. Always. This—this is
new.”
She bit her lip. “I can leave if you
want.”
“It’s okay. You can stay for a
minute. You’re still shaking.”
She was, but it had nothing to do
with fear anymore.
She hesitated, wondering how rude it
might be to ask the question that was on her mind. It was probably much too
intimate.
You just crawled into bed with him.
That’s not intimate?
“Schwartz?”
“Yeah?”
“You said you sleep alone. And
you’re way out here in the middle of nowhere. I was just wondering—”
“If Sherman starts to look sexy to
me every now and then?”
“What?” She laughed and swatted his
chest. “No, that’s not what I meant. Well, not exactly.”
“You’re wondering if I’ve taken a
vow of celibacy out here in the Montana wilderness.”
“Well, yeah. Kinda. If it’s too
personal, you don’t have to answer.”
“Honey, you’ve been rubbing your
thigh on my hard-on for the last five minutes. I think we’re past the point of
personal.”
She gasped and started to pull back,
mortified. “I thought that was your hip bone. Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. This is the most action
I’ve seen since the night Sherman and I—”
“Okay, okay, stop. Anyone ever tell
you you’re crude?”
He grinned. “Nope. The benefit of
living alone.”
Tawna Fenske is a romantic comedy author who writes humorous fiction, risqué romance, and heartwarming love stories with a quirky twist. Her offbeat brand of romance has been praised by Booklist as “A tame Carl Hiaasen on cupid juice,” and RT Book Reviews nominated her debut novel for contemporary romance of the year. Tawna is a fourth generation Oregonian who can peel a banana with her toes and who loses an average of 20 pairs of eyeglasses per year. She lives in Bend, Oregon with her husband, step kids, and a menagerie of ill-behaved pets.
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