When you don’t know how the story will end . . .
After years of hard work honing his craft, Blake Morgan is now an international bestselling author. But one thing he never imagined was that his fictional world would become all too real. When a stalker turns Blake’s latest book tour into a treacherous and nearly deadly trap, it’s time for Blake to hire protection. But the body assigned to keep an eye on him is someone he never wants out of his sight . . .
As a bodyguard for Vigilance, the private security agency in Blake’s hometown of Arrowhead Bay, Samantha Quenel has found the perfect outlet for her military experience. But her latest client is also a former high school flame, which might explain her willingness to protect Blake at all costs—even if that means staying in the same room with him, on the same bed, under the same torrid sheets . . .
“Hide and Seek combines hot romance and thrilling suspense in Desiree Holt’s new sizzling romantic suspense series.”
—Allison Brennan, New York Times bestselling author of the Lucy Kincaid series
“A fast-paced page-turner that makes for a quick and entertaining read.”
—RT Book Reviews, 4 Stars
In the next instant, he was claiming her mouth with a desperation that could only have come from the pressure and tension of the day. He was like a man possessed, needing to wipe away everything, block everything out as he immersed himself in her.
If that kiss fifteen years ago had been hot, this one was scorching. Devouring. And she melted into it holding nothing back.
His tongue was liquid fire along the seam of her lips, licking the surface then forcing her to open for him as he thrust inside. He didn’t have to do much forcing, though. She opened for him willingly, knowing this was what he needed but even more what she was willing to give. She took his tongue inside, rubbing her own over it in an erotic dance that seared every part of her body. He tasted like coffee and sunshine and sin.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders, holding on to him for balance as he set fire to every nerve in her body. The hell with all the rules and regulations, all the limits of discipline. They disappeared in a cloud of smoke. The only thing that mattered was this man, now, and the way he made her feel. And his need. Something to counteract the blows he’d taken today.
With his mouth still devouring hers, he slid his hand down her back, tracing her spine then squeezing one cheek of her ass. The movement pulled her even closer to his muscular body, if that was possible.
She wanted to protest when at last he broke the greedy kiss, but then he slid his warm lips along the line of her jaw and tiny shivers raced along the surface of her skin. His kisses, as he trailed them along the tender skin beneath her jaw and down her neck, were almost frantic. He finally placed a hot one in the hollow at the base of her throat, where she knew her pulse was beating like a mad thing, taking a tiny bite before moving his mouth.
When finally he lifted his head, she opened her eyes to find his very hungry gaze locked with hers. Those whiskey brown eyes had darkened to pools of chocolate, the tiny flecks of gold in the irises like flames. With one swift move, he lifted her in his arms, cradling her against his chest.
“This has been brewing for a long time, Samantha Quenel. You have one chance to tell me to stop.” His voice was harsh with barely controlled passion and need. “Just one.”
But for the life of her she couldn’t find the strength to do it.