Sin City SEALs ~ Book 3
Chrissie Tate refuses to be a one-hit wonder. If she’s going to take care of her family, she can’t let herself get distracted—especially not by the hot as hell Navy SEAL hired to be her bodyguard. But when a crazed fan attacks, she changes her tune. She’ll keep Dante around…if he agrees to teach her self-defense.
Except their close-contact lessons quickly become steamy bedroom sessions. And it’s up to this Navy SEAL to save Chrissie’s career—and his heart—before their explosive passion consumes them both…
Excerpt:She turned her attention to the man who’d rushed in to save the day. Oh, he had muscles all right. But she suspected he didn’t spend all of his time in the gym.
“Stay down,” Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome growled. Jared whimpered and looked as if he might cry. The man who’d rushed in and rescued her turned to her.
His expression softened as his deep brown eyes scanned her from head to toe. A lock of his wavy, dark hair fell over his forehead.
Her hero looked as if he’d stolen Patrick Dempsey’s hair and Channing Tatum’s muscles. And to her impromptu rescue she was wearing a witch’s wig that had been on clearance at the Halloween store.
But without the ugly wig, someone might recognize her, and she’d be stuck signing autographs instead of rehearsing.
“Are you all right, ma’am?” he asked.
“Fine,” she gasped, still fighting to regain her equilibrium. His brow furrowed as he reached into one of the many pockets lining his shorts. He withdrew a cell phone. “Would you like me to call the police?”
“No,” she said quickly. “Really, I’m fine.”
His concern deepened as if the word “fine” meant something altogether different to him.
She offered him her best smile, the one that won over audiences night after night.
“I saw what happened,” he said. “I can give a statement. It won’t be your boyfriend’s word against yours.”
“Chris—” Jared started.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Chrissie said, cutting Jared off before he could reveal her identity to the stranger. “We’re backup singers. Both of us. We’re shooting a music video out here later today. And we wanted to get in some practice.” She forced a fake laugh. “Clearly, we need it.”
The man with the movie star muscles took a step back. “Music video?”
“Uh-huh. The song is about lust, love, and well...” She bit her lower lip and glanced at her feet. “Sex. It’s a country song.”
He crossed his arms in front of his chest, drawing attention to his biceps.
One touch. Just one.
But she fought the temptation. She needed the handsome stranger to continue with his hike through the canyons before he recognized her.
Or decided to call the cops despite her protests.
After several years on the other side of the publishing industry, Sara Jane Stone bid goodbye to her sales career to pursue her dream - writing romance novels. Armed with a firm belief that dreams do come true, Sara Jane sat down at her keyboard to write fun, sexy stories like the ones she loved to read.
Sara Jane currently resides in Brooklyn, New York with her very supportive real-life hero, two lively young children, and a lazy Burmese cat.