Bodyguard Romance, Criminally Yours, OUT NOW

Criminally Yours, my second chance bodyguard romance with forced proximity and romantic suspense, is out today. This is my spiciest book yet!

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Her life depends on trusting the hot, ex-forces bodyguard who broke her heart and refuses to lose her again.

Millie Haven was always the quiet book lover who avoided trouble…until she witnessed a violent attack by a prominent politician’s son. Now she’s running for her life.

The only person who can protect her is her first love, Strike, the ex-forces bodyguard who broke her heart ten years ago. Protecting Millie is torture, but Strike will do anything to keep her safe and not just because he owes her for ruining her life.

But because of a secret he can never share.

With forced proximity and anger from their shared history, they’re at each other's throats. But the danger of their situation and shared longing reignites the spark between them. They quickly learn that passion and temptation are a lethal combination…

But with Millie’s life at stake and Strike fighting emotions and a past that could ruin everything, it’s a temptation they must resist.

Will they survive the attacks, the secrets, and the passion that control them?

Tropes: second chance romance, suspense romance, forced proximity, man obsessed, power play, no third act break up, only one tent, miscommunication, touch her and...

An Excerpt from Criminally Yours - a second chance bodyguard romance

She worked shampoo into his hair, her fingers caressing him. She kicked her feet, attempting to tread water, but sank each time she tried to focus on him.

“You don’t need to struggle. I can help. Climb onto me. I’ll hold you against my chest.”

“Wh—what?”

“The lake isn’t that deep, and I don’t need to tread water. Trust me.”

She squeezed her eyes tightly, willing calm. “Okay,” she consented.

He turned to face her, and she tucked the bottle of shampoo into her bandeau style bikini top. His eyes widened as she inadvertently drew attention to her nipples pebbling her top.

She brushed against his dick as he lifted her out of the water. He was hard in this freezing water!

“Wrap your legs around me to make it easier.”

She stared into his big blue eyes.

His jaw flexed, and his hands gripped her thighs.

She shivered against his chest. As she wrapped her legs tightly around his torso, she accidentally ground her hips. His dick bobbed against her.

“Millie, please wash my hair.” His voice strained as he begged.

She rubbed the shampoo gently into his hair before dipping her hands in the lake. She repeated the action of caressing and dipping. Her nails dug into his scalp, massaging as he hummed, his chest vibrating against her.

“That feels so good,” he said gruffly, clasping her tighter. “Don’t stop.”

She reapplied more shampoo before tucking the bottle back to where she kept it safe. His stare followed her hands.

“Does it need more shampoo?” he croaked, as if every drop of moisture had left his mouth.

“Yes,” she replied to his pulsating neck muscle.

Every time she ran her fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp and caressing him, a bloom of need grew in her belly. She’d missed these sensations for the last ten years. She pressed her chest harder against him.

“Millie,” he whimpered as she lifted slightly to rub against his dick.

She’d made her soldier whimper.

His face creased as he stared at her. Uncertainty collided with hope, bolstered by her resounding desire. Strike tracked her tongue as it swept across her lips. His fingers dug into her thighs. “Please.”

Her breath came out in slow murmurs that made her chest rise and fall as her breasts pressed harder against her top, her nipples grazing his pecs through the thin material.

He scraped his teeth against his lower lip before ducking his head and running his mouth against her neck.

She swallowed the cry teetering on the edge of her throat.

He pressed his forehead against hers.

The anguish in the lines across his face moulded into her skin. Their mouths were close enough to kiss, yet he still wouldn’t cross the line and claim her lips. He ran the tip of his nose against hers.

“I’ve thought about this moment for years. I wanted to know what it’s like to feel your touch again for one brief second,” he whispered.

“Then fucking kiss me. This doesn’t have to mean anything except two scared people using each other to feel better just for one night. Do you want that?”

“More than anything,” he groaned, his breath ghosting her lips.

“Please. Stop thinking or planning and kiss me.”