Title: SWORN TO PROTECT
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 4
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“Hey, Rayne.” Ronin’s blown in the door behind me, and he greets the woman sitting at the desk by name.
A name that punches awareness through my system hard enough to make my knees buckle. With one hand, I grab onto the doorframe to hold myself up.
And then she glances up, a smile on her face that evaporates when she locks eyes with me.
Eyes the color of the sky just before morning, the darkest, and truest blue. Eyes that, once they lock on me, widen with recognition and…what? Disbelief? Definitely that. But there’s also a note of longing, and then they narrow with what can only be contempt.
She pushes up from her desk, sending the folder with papers in it flying, and takes two quick steps backward. She bumps into the wall behind her, her body jerking to a stop.
It’s a body that hasn’t changed much in the nine years since I’ve seen it. She’s still tall, long, and lean. But the changes that have occurred, they’re sending my own body into overdrive faster than my mind can catch up to what’s happening. Lush, shapely hips flow outward at her waist, making the tight black skirt she’s wearing look like it’s painted on. There’s a hot flush forming on her cheeks, dropping down to her chest, turning her olive skin dusky. My eyes follow the flush of color, falling into the valley between her perfectly swollen tits.
It’s exactly the same as the girl I last saw when I was eighteen. Only now…holy hell. The girl I knew is a woman. The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen..
I’m frozen in the doorway, Ronin giving me a shove so he can get around me. Standing beside me, he glances from Rayne, to me, and back again.
Her mouth opens and closes twice before she finds her voice. “Jeremy.”
I take a step forward, and then another one, stopping when every visible muscle in her body tenses at my approach.
“So, you two know each other?” Ronin sounds amused.
This can’t be happening. I don’t want to see her right now…I can’t handle it. She’s not supposed to be here.
I’m. Not. Prepared. For. This.
But my body isn’t responding the way my brain is. I can’t force my feet to walk away from the woman who haunts my dreams. Nor can I turn my eyes from the face of the person I once loved.
My heart rate kicks up, pounding like it’s fighting to break free from my chest. My stomach twists like I’m gonna be sick, the taste of the breakfast I cooked this morning coming back up my throat in a sour bile. My whole body breaks into a sweat, the same way it did when I ran six miles on the beach this morning.
When her name grinds out of my mouth, it sounds like I’ve been swallowing razor blades.