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We set the rules…
Well, I set the rules… he agreed.
I left before we could break them, or so I thought I had…
Ella Connolly is looking forward to starting a new adventure in her life. After putting her party girl, headline-grabbing tabloid exploits behind her, she has become a responsible and successful entrepreneur. Moving across the pond to Manhattan, she’s determined to make the dream for her boutique to become an international retail brand come true.
While in the States, her overprotective brother insists she have a full-time security detail. This complicates Ella’s plans in more ways than one.
Alex Robertsen’s life is in shambles. After losing the woman he loves to his brother, he’s been on a steady diet of booze and easy women in an effort to make himself numb. Things needed to change.
Change is good.
Good, that is, until Alex finds himself thrust into an all too familiar situation.
He’s obligated by a professional oath to protect Ella at all costs.
She’s vowed to not let distractions, even the ruggedly handsome ones, keep her from her goals.
But old habits die hard…
We’d broken the rules… more than once.
We were bound to… and we agreed it was worth the risk.
He left before it shattered us both… or so we thought.
Shut up, Ella, you dirty bird.
When the car reached the fifth floor, and the couple playing slap and tickle walked out, I stifled a moan of relief. Unsure if I was comforted due to the fact that they left or that I had Alex all to myself. I glanced at him, trying to get a sense of his thoughts. His mouth was pressed into a hard line, and his eyes remained forward, fixed on the numeric panel.
The lift came to a halt at the lobby and Alex stepped out, his head turned left and back to the right. The unrehearsed movement was fluid. He motioned for me to walk in front of him, but I had no clue where we were going.
“You lead the way.”
“All right, but keep your pace with mine,” he instructed. His voice was firm not angry.
I nodded, and did as I was instructed, keeping my stride with his as we passed through the spacious lobby. Something had changed his demeanor during the ride in the lift . . . elevator. Mentally I noted that I needed to brush up on my American English. If I intended to do business here, I should at least make the effort to know the proper terms.
Once outside, his hand reached inside his jacket pocket, pulling out his sunglasses. As we approached the valent stand, he put them on, shielding me from seeing his gorgeous eyes that reminded me of glowing golden sunlight sifting through deep green leaves.
Snap out of it, Ella. He’s your bodyguard.
Christy Pastore lives in the Midwest with her husband, two lovable dogs and their crazy cool cat. She has a Bachelor’s Degree in Textiles, Apparel and Merchandising and Marketing. Writing has always been a part of her life. Her first writing gig was for a celebrity entertainment website. Later she went on to create her own blogazine and media company combining her love of writing with fashion and marketing.
When’s she not writing flirty and dirty books or updating her celebrity fashion blog, she loves shopping online, binge watching her favorite shows and daydreaming.
She believes books, especially love stories are an escape from the real world.
A few of Christy’s favorite things:
Bold Heroine’s – Swoony Hero’s with a Naughty Side— Guilty Pleasure Reads and TV Shows – Designer Handbags – Men In Suits – Black and White Photos— Sexy Accents— Snow— Pinterest – Twitter – Instagram— Wine— Champagne— Soy Latte’s – Gummi Bears— Gourmet Grilled Cheese Sandwiches – Pickles—Popcorn— Sparkling Water— Eye Cream— Pedicures— Traveling— 80’s Music— Musicals— Movie Trailers – Celebrity Red Carpet Interviews – Award Shows – Making Lists.