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It takes Wonder Woman courage and Superman strength to heal the wounds of abuse and…perhaps to love again.

Special Agent Jamie Gallagher had a rough start. Her years in foster care gave her a personal drive unlike most people. Everything she touched became a testament to her strength. From an Olympic gold medal at seventeen to the Secret Service and finally settling in with the FBI. Her life has purpose and there isn’t room for anything else, including a man or a serious relationship.

New York billionaire Colin MacKenzie led a privileged life but achieved his own success with acceptance to Harvard and furthered it when he, and his college roommate, sold an app in a multi-million-dollar deal. He then started and grew his business into a multi-billion-dollar corporation. With little to no success with dating, as most women saw his bank account before they saw him, he’s not sure if he’ll get married or if he even wants to.

When an attempt is made on Colin’s life, the FBI assigns Jaime as his bodyguard. She is forced to move into Colin’s Manhattan penthouse until the suspect is apprehended, and once there the sparks fly. Colin is immediately taken by the sultry redhead and has difficulty remembering that he’s merely an assignment. Jaime must protect Colin’s life but who will protect her heart?

This is book three in the Steel and Desire series but can be enjoyed independently.

Publisher’s Note: This contemporary romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of danger, mystery, suspense, sensual scenes and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

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March 30, 1993


Lightning flashed. Thunder crashed. A baby bawling. Her heart pounded, thump-thump-thumping in her ears. She rushed to the baby, wrapping her small hands around the crib slats and pressing her face into the space. “Shush, baby. Don’t be scared. I’m here.” Outside, an OPEN sign for the corner store pulsed, illuminating her brother’s precious face in green flashes. He stopped crying the second he saw her, sitting up in that wobbly infant way.

“Mama.” He smiled, snot smearing his face.

“Mommy will be home soon.” Their mother had to go to work but promised she’d hurry home. “Are you hungry, baby?” She should make him a bottle. “I’ll be right back. Don’t cry.” She ran to the small refrigerator. Lightning illuminated the tiny colorless room and thunder boomed again, but she wasn’t afraid. It was the angels bowling—strike! She lifted the milk carton and sniffed. The smell made her gag. She’d have to go across the street and buy some. Her brother’s cry made her stomach hurt. She needed to feed him. Now.

She slipped into her yellow raincoat and matching rubber boots, snapping the gold buckles, then opened the door to the pouring rain. From the side table, she pocketed the key with the big number five. Money, she needed money. She dragged a kitchen chair to the counter and climbed atop, searching the cabinet for the jar where her mother kept dollar bills. Standing tippy-toed, she reached near the back and grabbed a few dollars, tucking them inside her pocket.

The blinking green sign across the street beckoned. She pulled the hood over her tangled red curls, locked the door and stepped out into the damp darkness. The door to the mini-mart proved heavy. Using both hands, she managed to open it. She headed toward the glass case. Barely reaching the handle, she gave a tug.

“Can I help you?” came a soft voice from above.

She glanced up but the hood blocked her line of sight and she pushed it back. Blonde ponytail lady in a black pantsuit stood next to her… she froze… a gun hung on her belt.

The pretty lady crouched down, eye-to-eye. The bright silver star on her chest had the numbers 495 on it. She smelled nice, like vanilla cupcakes. “My name is Sarah. I’m a police officer. What’s your name?”

She wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers, but this was a police lady. She’d seen one on TV and police were nice, mostly. Didn’t they help people? Haltingly, she said, “I’m Jamie.”

“Nice to meet you. How old are you Jamie?”

She held up four fingers.

“Four years old?” Police Lady’s eyes brightened.

“And a half.”

“You have gorgeous red curls.”

Everywhere Jamie went people said nice things about her hair, but she thought she had clown hair. She wished she could have Princess-y locks like Police Lady.

“Where’s your mommy?”

“At work.”

“Your daddy?”

“Mommy says he better be dead, if he knows what’s good for him.”

Police Lady’s eyebrows lifted, eyes wide. “Oh my.” She opened the refrigerated case. “Need some of this?” she asked, retrieving a milk carton from the shelf.

“My little brother is hungry.”

“I see,” Police Lady said. “I’ll help you.” She grasped Jamie’s hand and escorted her to the checkout. Jamie fished out the crumpled bills and laid them on the counter.

Police Lady asked the clerk, “Do you know this child?”

The man with the black towel on his head leaned over the countertop and gazed down. “She’s been in a few times with her mother and a baby. I think they’re staying at the motel across the street.”

The man accepted the money and offered Jamie a few coins, which she tucked into her pocket. “Thank you, Mister.”

Outside, a policeman leaned against his black and white car. Moisture tickled the air, even though the rain had stopped. “What do we have here?”

“John, this is Jamie. I’m helping her get milk for her brother.”

Officer John chuckled. “Protect and serve, protect and serve.”

Police Lady said, “Do you live across the street, Jamie?”

She nodded.

Officer John clasped Jamie’s other hand and they walked over the double yellow line together. Strange and nice having her hands held by the two police people. She felt… safe.

They entered the small room and Police Lady strode to the crib and picked up Jamie’s screaming brother. She wiped the tears and snot off his face with a tissue and put him against her shoulder, patting his back. The baby calmed, a relief to Jamie’s ears. She offered, “The bottles are in the sink.”

Officer John asked, “Are you home alone, Jamie?”

Jamie nodded again. “But my mommy should be home any minute. She had to run to work.”

The police officers glanced at Jamie and then at each other. “Call it in,” Police Lady said.

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1 review for Unguarded

  1. Marybeth

    I started the book thinking I might not like it. Well, I didn’t like it, I loved it! Jamie is an FBI agent who is the bodyguard for Colin who has had two bomb threats made against him. She has to be with him 24/7 and she finds him attractive. Colin is a business man, but he is also a dom at a lifestyle club. He wants to have Jamie as his sub, but she doesn’t see herself that way. They do a lot of talking and she comes to realize that he only wants to be dominant in the bedroom. In between this, Jamie is trying to protect him from being killed. I enjoyed this story. This is book three of a series, but I have not read the other two books and I enjoyed this one immensely. I plan to go back and read the other two as well.

    I received a free copy of this book via Booksprout and am voluntarily leaving a review.

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