SERVE ‘N’ PROTECT by Tee O’Fallon is out now! Check it out and grab your copy today!
Title: Serve ‘N’ Protect
Author: Tee O’Fallon
Genre: Romantic Suspense
About Serve ‘N’ Protect:
Ambushed and left for dead, U.S. Secret Service K-9 Officer Markus York is on the mend and laying low in a safe house while his team tracks down his attacker. But Markus isn’t good at sitting still. Even with his K-9, Ghost, for company, he gets restless and decides now is the perfect time to do some repairs around the house…and inadvertently tears open his wounds. Fresh out of a bad relationship that ended after a car accident left her with limited mobility, freelance accountant Cassidy Morgan has sworn off men. At least, that’s the plan. Until a frantically barking dog leads her to a neighbor’s house where she finds a mysterious man out cold and bleeding on the floor...and mumbling things like “no, they’ll find me” when she tries to call an ambulance. Yeah, that’s not at all concerning. Despite Markus’s surly attitude, Cassidy senses there’s something else at work beneath his rugged, keep-your-distance exterior. Whatever it is, it’s sexy as hell. With someone still trying to kill him, Markus doesn’t want an innocent to get hurt, let alone take care of him. If only his dog wasn’t crazy in love with her. If only the chemistry between Markus and Cassidy didn’t explode whenever they were in the same room. If only Cassidy wasn’t a target now, too.Get Your Copy Today:
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Read the Standalone Series:
Trap ‘N’ Trace
Dark ‘N’ Deadly
Armed ‘N’ Ready
Locked ‘N’ Loaded
Excerpt:Voices.
Lots of voices, and she knew whose
they were.
Her
entire family was downstairs. All six
of them.
And Markus is alone with them.
With
her heart racing at what she could only imagine in her worst nightmares was
happening downstairs, she snatched up her clothes then opted for the more
expeditious option—her robe.
Still
tying the robe around her waist, she all but ran from the bedroom. Halfway down
the stairs, she froze. Heat scorched her face.
Markus’s
expression was grim as he stood in front of the keypad in nothing more than his
jeans and a gun tucked into the small of his back. Ghost sat obediently beside
him, with only the slightest rumble coming from the back of his throat. Her
father, mother, two brothers and sisters stood in front of the open door.
“What’s
doing, sis?” her oldest brother, Jimmy, asked in a frosty tone.
Wearing
only her robe, it was pretty darned obvious exactly
what she and Markus had been doing.
“Merry
Christmas, Cassidy,” her younger sister, Kaitlyn, said, flipping back her
unruly head of red curls and grinning as she cast an unabashedly appreciative
eye at Markus. “Merry Christmas to you,
too.”
While
she totally understood her sister’s sentiments because, well, Markus was hotter than hell in his bare feet
and the top snap of his jeans still undone, it irked to have her sister
drooling over her new boyfriend.
Boyfriend?
She
shook her head to clear it. Deciphering what she and Markus were exactly would
have to wait. Especially after last night’s conversation. Right now, there were
more pressing matters at hand. Like keeping her father and brothers from
pounding on Markus all at once.
Cassidy
took the rest of the stairs in record time, stepping in front of Markus and
Ghost as if they needed protection. He
might not know it, but he does. “What are you all doing here?”
Sean,
the second oldest sibling of the family, tapped a finger on his watch. “It’s
ten o’clock, Cass. On Christmas Day.”
She
gasped. Oh my gosh.
Her
father pursed his lips as he glared at Markus. “We were worried about you,
lass,” he said in the same thick Irish brogue that hadn’t diminished much, even
after decades of living in the U.S.
Jimmy
crossed his arms. “You’re always the first under the tree. When you didn’t show
at nine on the button, we were surprised.”
“When
you didn’t show by nine fifteen,” her older sister, Brianna, chimed in, “we got
a little worried.”
“By
nine thirty,” her mother added in a lilting brogue and coming to wrap an arm
around her shoulder and give her a good squeeze, “we decided to come by and
check on you. You can blame me for that. I insisted.”
Then
and there, she made a New Year’s resolution to collect every single one of her
house keys from every single member of her family so this would never, ever happen again. “I’m sorry to have
worried all of you, but you could have called or at least texted.”
“Between
all of us”—Sean swept his arm to encompass the family—“we probably called ten
times.” He pointed to her phone which was right where she’d left it last night.
On the kitchen counter.
She
smacked a hand to her forehead. “You did
call, didn’t you?”
As
if sensing there were no words he could say to pacify her family at finding a
half-naked man and a snarling dog in her house, Markus wisely remained silent.
She couldn’t be sure whether the slight upturn of his lips was a grimace or a
smile. Given the awkwardness of the situation, she’d go with grimace.
Her
father arched a brow. “Care to introduce us, lass?”
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