The Wicked Series, 2
Threatening emails, slashed tires, and an ominous note thoroughly alarms supermodel Sarah Lang. Frightened, Sarah retires to her family’s Montana ranch. Who wants her dead?
Ex-Special Forces operator Ben Paxton arrives to bodyguard her. At her ranch, Ben meets the woman he’s lusted after and seen only in magazine and TV ads. For protection, they travel to his security business in Texas. In a world of tough characters, he is the alpha among alphas. Sarah admires his expertise with weapons and ability to manage men. He teaches her self-protection skills. Ther lovemaking is both exciting and exquisitely gentle.
When she’s attacked by a madman, using the skills Ben taught her, she fights until Ben can neutralize the threat. Finally safe, Sarah has fallen deeply in love. Will Wicked Ben move on to the next woman, as always?
And should Super Sarah return to high fashion modeling?
Excerpt:
“Whoa,” Ben said, holding up both hands. Geeze, he hadn’t meant to startle her. “Don’t shoot me. Just offering a little help, is all.”
Leaping to her feet, Sarah Lang took quick steps backward.
He watched as she drew her weapon but didn’t raise it. As would someone trained in the proper use of firearms, she held it with both hands aimed at the ground. Thankfully, her finger was still straight and outside the trigger guard. So she wasn’t a novice around weapons. That was excellent.
Just as he knew she would be, she was of good height, and her close-fitting jeans covered long legs and slim hips as though they’d been smeared on her. She’d gained weight, maybe ten pounds, and he instantly approved. When she was modeling, she’d been too thin. She wore boots and a button-down blue chambray shirt, rolled at the sleeves to reveal elegant wrists.
Her straw hat had been pushed back off her forehead and her long blonde braid swung over her shoulder. A streak of dirt made a dark swath across one perfect cheekbone. The large, curiously tilted green eyes he’d looked into so many times through his computer and television screens now narrowed in suspicion. He knew her beauty would transcend the ads and magazine photos, and he was right. She was spectacular. He tried not to stare.
“Who are you?” she demanded. “Spit it out quick or you’re getting a lead sandwich.” He saw her tighten her hold on her pistol.
“No, thanks, already had supper.” Carefully, he kept his hands in the air. Rio had told him she was ornery. He hadn’t been kidding. “Ben Paxton, at your service.”
She cocked her head. “Paxton?”
“Yep.”
She relaxed a little. “Oh. Rio’s business partner.”
“You could say we work together, but we’re not partners. I own the company.”
“Whatever. I told him not to send anyone. I made a police report. And I’m armed.” She cut her gaze toward her pistol, and then holstered it.
“No offense, Sarah, but I walked right up and you didn’t notice.” Deliberately, he emphasized his Texas drawl. “You were bent right over that hole, your butt up in the air, mutterin’ curses like it owed you money.”
“Is that supposed to be funny?” Her eyes shot sparks.
“I’m not being funny. Anybody could have grabbed you, disarmed you, and done whatever else they’d wanted. Your little peashooter there won’t do you any good if you can’t keep control of it. Again, no offense, however you’re not all that observant.”
He watched as her lips firmed. “I can take care of myself.”
“Nope. You can’t. Not right now.” Suddenly he was glad Rio had advised him to be tough with her. “Right now, you need a keeper and his name is Ben Paxton.”
Instantly her chin went up. “Sorry Rio’s friend, or boss, or whoever you are—”
“Told you. I’m Ben.”
“—but you’re not welcome. I don’t want you here and I don’t need you. You have to go.”
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