Above Protection by C.J. Pinard

Title: Above Protection (Imperfect Heroes #1)

Author: C.J. Pinard

Release Date: March 30, 2016

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He's bearded, angry, highly trained, and has a job to do.

She's the damsel in distress who's smarter than she looks, and doesn't want anyone's help.

Could it be they both need something neither will admit to? Fate fueled by the laws of attraction may just decide for them.



DUKE

I didn’t ask for this. I was just doing my job, and they have the nerve to put me on a Witness Protection detail? This is crap. I’ll do my assignment, then go back to my job and what I love – kicking ass and taking names. I hadn’t spent 6 years in the Marine Corps to be put on babysitting duty once I’d joined the FBI. The witness they assigned me to, Rayanne, is an annoying, brainless blonde with a sassy mouth and a body that belongs on a website you have to pay to access. Not that I noticed or anything.



RAYANNE

I can look after myself. I don’t need anyone’s help, and the government is being ridiculous for putting me in the Witness Protection Program. I'll testify against my former bosses and then go back to my life as a single girl in the big city. I love my career as a paralegal, and once this Neanderthal they’d assigned to babysit me is out of my life, I'll go back to it. I just wish he wasn’t so easy on the eyes. The beard, hard body, and that voice. Why couldn’t they have sent me someone ugly – and nice? Because Duke is neither of those things.



ABOVE PROTECTION is book 1 in the Imperfect Heroes Series.  For readers 18+.

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He sighed and set the remote down. Picking up his plate, he stood but I was blocking his way. I moved right and he moved left, leaving me still blocking him. So I moved left, then he moved right, and we were still in the same predicament.

“Wanna dance?” I asked, thinking of all the times this would happen to my parents, and my daddy would ask my mom this.

Duke’s stormy blue eyes stared into mine, and setting his plate down on the end-table, he nodded slightly.

Did he just nod?

Why don’t you stay? I’m down on my knees… I heard the singer croon.

Gently slipping a hand around my waist, he pulled me flush against his body and began to sway slightly. He continued to stare at me.            

I’m so tired of being lonely, don’t I give you what you need?

In complete shock at the gesture, I tried to relax into his hold but I was just… just… stunned. Was I dancing with Duke Hawthorne?

His arm went around my shoulders and his warm hand gripped my neck.

When she calls you to go, there is one thing you should know…

Slowly, I reached my right arm to his backside and wrapped it around his solid waist. My other hand reached up and rested against his hard pec muscle.

We don’t have to live this way. Baby, why don’t you stay?

His hips began to sway, and as if my body had a mind of its own, I swayed with him. I couldn’t stop staring at him. His eyes bored into mine as if he wanted to say something. My head began to move in closer to his as we made slow circles around the small living room.

I can’t take it any longer, but my will is getting stronger, but I think I know exactly what I need…

As my face got closer, his did, too. When his face was inches from mine, my hand, without my permission, reached up and touched his cheek. The scruff of his beard felt good under my sensitive fingertips.

Then, Duke was kissing me.

It was passionate – desperate – but not like last night. There seemed to be an element of emotion with it. His right hand was still around my waist, but his left was now trailing up my neck with just one finger. As his warm tongue slowly licked along the seam of my lips, I had no choice but to open my mouth slightly and accept his invitation. Not that I would have denied him in that moment.

His hand on the back of my neck was seriously hot. I raked my fingernails through his short beard, then I skated them around his neck and shoved them into his hair at the back of his head, scratching his scalp. He groaned into my mouth and I was suddenly well aware of his arousal pressed into my stomach.

As the song began to end, he danced me toward the small hallway that led to the rooms. I didn’t resist at all, just continued to let him kiss me. In a move that surprised me, he picked me up and carried me the rest of the way to my room. He broke the kiss and then stared into my eyes.

I'm a California girl living in land-locked Colorado. Lover of red wine, wearer of fabulous shoes, and a die-hard Niner fan, I'm also an editor at heart. I've written over a dozen books and short stories that contain both contemporary/new adult and paranormal romance that are a little bit badass, a little heart-wrenching, and sorta funny (to me, anyway). Almost all my books usually contain law enforcement or military undertones, since strong, brave, alpha men and women are my weaknesses. When I'm not writing, I can be found working at a very strange day job, which may or may not have some mild influences on my gripping stories - so strange, in fact, I think I'll write a book about it one day.



I'm also a proud member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA).

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A Legal Affair by M.S. Parker

All of my friends have hot, amazing men in their lives, but I'm still single… and happy. I've never wanted to settle down. I enjoy going to clubs and hooking up with random men for the night… Then why the hell do I feel like something's missing?

When gorgeous rock star Paxton Gorham walks into Leslie Calvin's office, she tells herself that she can't be attracted to him. He's looking for a divorce, which means he has two strikes against him: he's married and a client. What neither of them can deny, however, is the chemistry between them. They know it's a bad idea, but they can't help themselves.

Four friends were introduced in MS Parker's Club Privé series, and three have gotten their happy endings. Will Leslie finally get the same in her own sizzling story, A Legal Affair?

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M.S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection.

Living in Las Vegas, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing on her next spicy romance.

Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor or author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn't retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call for her to appear on Dancing With The Stars.

When M. S. isn't writing, she can usually be found reading- oops, scratch that! She is always writing.

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Hard Impact by Helen Grey

Excited to be taken seriously as a journalist, Misty Rankin accepts her first official writing assignment. She’s to ‘get the dirt’ on sexy billionaire Blake Masters, owner of Hard Impact, an extremely popular and growing outdoor adventure company. Within seconds of meeting him, Misty knows she’s in serious trouble.

Blake Masters guards his privacy above anything and detests having a journalist prying into his life. Especially his past – that terrible time he doesn’t want to remember. With each question she asks him, he wants to hate her. But can’t.

Thrown together by circumstances, Blake takes Misty on the adventure of her life. Neither are what, or who, the other expects. After spending a few days together in the wilderness, they’re both forced to confront some harsh truths about themselves. And about each other. If the past doesn’t rip them apart.

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Helen Grey is the author of the hot alpha military romance series "Serving the Soldier".

Her passion is to write steamy erotic romance and she loves hot billionaire bad boys. Lucky for her, these two go perfectly together... Find out how in her books!

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Release Blitz of A J Downey's Marlin's Faith

Faith. She’d managed to keep her
namesake while in captivity, but now that she was free? The daunting task of
rejoining society was in front of her and it seemed that Marlin had too keep it
for her.



Marlin can’t help how he feels about Faith, she was remarkably easy to like.
The only thing he could do for her was be there, and keep his damn hands to
himself, which was the real challenge. Neither one of them knew if she would
make it out of the darkness in tact; only time would tell about that.



During trying times, all you can do is hold on and have a little faith…

I was too warm and my mouth had a funny metallic taste in
it. I was comfortable though, and I didn’t want to get up. Still, my bladder
demanded I move, and eventually it won. It always did.

I sucked in a deep breath to chase back the cobwebs and
opened my eyes. I nearly crossed them to see what it was crammed and blurry in
my field of vision, all pink, white, and yellow.

I backed my head up on the pillow and frowned. A pink iPod
with white headphones coiled neatly next to it, a creamy yellow mini post-it
note clinging to the controls.

Play me, Faith was written in a spidery scrawl on the
post-it in black ink. The writing unfamiliar to me. I sat up on the bed and
looked around the darkened bedroom. No one was there, nothing stirred… I felt
my forehead crush down in a frown.

I looked around the room again, just to be sure, before I
plucked the headphones off the smooth cotton pillowcase. I spent far longer
than was necessary uncoiling them and tucking them into my ears before I
plugged them into the little player. I read and reread the note before plucking
it from the front of the little clip and touching the little triangle button to
make the thing play.

My breath caught, and stilled completely as the first
leading strains of Hope Never Dies spilled from the earbuds. The person playing
the guitar was masterful, the notes solemn and quiet, building and subsequently
building me up, surrounding me, tucking around me like an old and familiar blanket,
or really, bandaging some of the broken bits of me. Holding me together again,
just enough to allow me to mend.

Marlin. It had to be. No one else knew what this song did to
me, for me, in those darkened nights of desolation and ruin. I stared out of the
floor to ceiling obsidian glass, at the faint glimmer of silver as the water
lapped upon the shore and let the music soothe me some more. My nap had done me
some good, calming some of the disquiet of earlier, and I was glad for it. I
let my fingertips idly play with the band of leather and metal around my wrist
and thought about what the boy said to me back in the rank dark of that awful
storage unit.

There are still good people out there, Faith. You gotta
believe me…

In The Series

Cutter had given up on finding a
woman when Hope sauntered right into his bar. With her straight talk, toned
figure, and military training, she can disarm a man in more ways than one. But
the mission she's on will shake up Cutter's world.



Hope's lost her younger sister, but she hasn't lost her namesake. It's been
almost two years since Faith vanished, but Hope hasn't given up the search.
She'll either find her sister or some answers.



Can Cutter keep his club out of trouble and help the siren in his bar on her
mission? One can only hope...

 A.J. Downey is a born and raised Seattle, WA Native. She finds inspiration from her surroundings, through the people she meets and likely as a byproduct of way too much caffeine.

She has lived many places and done many things though mostly through her own imagination… An avid reader all of her life it’s now her turn to try and give back a little, entertaining as she has been entertained.

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Indecent Encounter by M.S. Parker

College student, Chelsea Carerra, is in desperate need of money to get her autistic brother into the right program, so she accepts a job as a maid in Holland for the summer break. What she doesn't know is that the owner, Alex Silverhaus, isn't the man she expected. Instead of being greeted by a wealthy older man, she finds a gorgeous playboy fighting to make the movie he's always dreamed of.

The chemistry between them is explosive, but with the world against them and misunderstandings at every turn, will Chelsea and Alex ever get their happy ever after?

Don't miss the sizzling standalone romance, Indecent Encounter, from best-selling author, M. S. Parker.

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M.S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection.

Living in Southern California, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing on her next spicy romance.

Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor or author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn't retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call for her to appear on Dancing With The Stars.

When M. S. isn't writing, she can usually be found reading- oops, scratch that! She is always writing.