My blog tour for Password is winding down. There’s only one post left (if I’ve planned correctly). Until that goes live, I thought I’d post an excerpt of the novel here.
Finally, he came out. When he saw her staring at him, he turned off the light.
She could still make him out in the dim moon-glow filtering through the curtains. Somehow, his silhouette seemed even larger, and she ached to run her hands over every square inch of muscle.
But he didn’t come to the bed. Instead, he crossed the room to the window and drew the curtain with a brisk snap of the material, plunging the room into total darkness.
“Don’t worry.” His voice was deeper, huskier, than usual. “I’ll sleep on the floor. Is it okay if I take a pillow?”
She rolled her eyes. His willpower was impressive. But she wouldn’t give up so easily. “Share the bed, Danny. You need a good night’s rest, too. And God only knows what’s on that floor. I’d be afraid to look at a sample of the carpet under my microscope.” Besides, if he wasn’t in bed with her, then she couldn’t entice him to take things beyond the platonic level.
“Fine. I promise I’ll be a perfect gentleman and stay on my side.”
She’d see about that.
But damn it, he was true to his word. She tried acting like she was asleep, rolling over and draping her arm over him. Tried it twice. But both times he gently rolled her back to her side. He hadn’t even taken off his jeans and shirt.
Braelyn finally gave up. But his proximity, and his rejection, made sleep nearly impossible.
She took small comfort in feeling him toss and turn all night. Seemed he couldn’t sleep, either.
At seven o’clock, assuming the clock was correct, she gave up trying to rest. “Are you up?”
“Up? I haven’t fallen asleep yet.”
Braelyn smiled in the darkness. Those curtains blocked the sun, but they couldn’t block the frustration in his tone. She rolled over again and reached for him.
He jumped off the bed. Soon the curtains slid across the rod with a swish, and the room flooded with light. He yanked them so hard, she was surprised he didn’t rip the damn things right off the rod.
Some passwords protect more than just secrets.
Danny Caruso was glad to be back in the United States, back to his regular job. Back to his comfortable routine of all work and no play. But when his friend Mac asks a favor of him, he can’t refuse. He owes the guy everything. So he accepts the job, even though it means a twenty-four/seven protection detail guarding a particularly exacerbating—and beautiful—woman.
Braelyn Edwards is careful to stay out of the spotlight, preferring to hide in the background and skip the trappings of a vibrant social life. But her privacy is threatened when there’s an attempt on her life and a bodyguard is foisted on her. Compounding problems? He doesn’t just want to protect her. He wants to investigate every detail of her life, starting with her top-secret job.
Danny casts his sights on Charlie Park, her coworker, her partner… the one man who knows all Braelyn’s secrets. She’s frustrated by the distrust until she realizes jealousy fuels Danny’s suspicions as much as instinct and proof. One of them is right about Charlie—but by the time they figure it out, it may be too late to save their relationship. And Braelyn’s life.
Password is the first story in the Nightforce Security Series. A sequel is already in the works. The next installment will be a novella released in March as part of Susan Stoker’s Special Forces Kindle World. So if this series interests you, you won’t have long to wait.