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“It’s amazing,” he interrupted. “It’s…unreal that you’d be willing to do that.”

Her smile was impossibly tender, filling all the empty places inside him with a warm glow. “I love you. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, and I think this has the potential to make a real difference for veterans.”

He swallowed and glanced away toward the ocean, struggled to find his voice. “Scottie would’ve liked that.” Maybe not being singled out personally, but he’d have loved the chance to help fellow vets.

“I’m glad. But what about you?” She tilted her head to search his eyes. “I’d totally understand if you need some time to think about it. I know I’ve sprung this on you and you’ve got a lot going on already.”

He shook his head to stop her words, threaded his hands into her hair. When he spoke his voice was rough with emotion. “I’d love to do it. I love
you
.” She went still at the pronouncement, then a joyous smile lit her face. The admission was so inadequate and bordering on cheesy, but the words were all he had. Sometimes with her his heart got so full it seemed like it might burst. He’d never known he could feel this way about anyone until Khalia.

He swallowed again, still floored that she loved him back and wanted to be a part of his life. “So this means you’ll stay with me?”

She blinked, frowned up at him in adorable confusion. “Of course I’ll stay with you.”

“No, I mean…here. Move in with me.” Over the past few weeks he’d had a lot of time to think about this, and he was clear on what we wanted. He wanted to wake up with her every morning and fall asleep with her in his arms every night. She didn’t seem to realize it but she was his anchor, a calm, safe harbor during a storm.

The frown evaporated, her lips parting in surprise. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. When I’m with you I feel so…at peace. I…I need you.” Fuck, he sounded like a total pansy, but he meant every word. He’d never imagined trusting a woman enough to bare his soul like this. He could feel the blood rushing into his face as she stared at him, looking at him like he’d grown another head. Thankfully it turned out that wasn’t what she was thinking at all.

A huge smile spread across her face, and he felt the warmth of it to the marrow of his bones. She lifted her arms to twine them about his neck. “I need you too. And I’d love to move here with you.”

Letting out a rough breath, he hauled her hard against him, squeezed her tight as he buried his face in her hair. “Tomorrow.”

She laughed softly and caught his face with her palms to turn him for a kiss that sent his thoughts scattering and every drop of blood in his hot face rushing to his groin. She made that soft, hungry noise that never failed to tie him in knots, and he had her up in his arms and over to one of the padded chaise lounges at the side of the deck. All that soft material slipped away to reveal even silkier skin, and then she was drawing him down into her arms and the cradle of her body.

“I’m gonna make you do all the heavy lifting,” she warned, limbs locked around him as he nipped and kissed his way down her throat.

“I’ll lift whatever the hell you want me to if it means you’re moving in here for good,” he answered. Sliding his arms beneath her to hold her in place, he closed his mouth over one straining nipple and sucked. Her reaction was immediate and hot as hell. She bowed up and let loose with a husky cry that never failed to make him nuts.

That sexy sound drifted into the night air, a helpless moan tinged with the edge of a plea. Fighting back a smile Hunter leaned in and redoubled his efforts, determined to show her without words just how much he worshipped her and the precious gift of her love.

* * * *

Read the next book in the Titanium Security Series,
Singed
by Kaylea Cross.

Acknowledgements

A huge shout out to my amazing crit partner and number one cheerleader, Katie Reus. I love you like cake or dark chocolate (and that’s saying something!). Also to Kara, my wonderful, beautiful sister-in-law. Thanks so much for lending me your eyes for this book, and have I told you lately how much I love being related to you? And last but not least, to my husband Todd, for his help and support on such a tight deadline. Love you!

About the Author

Kaylea Cross writes edge-of-your-seat military romantic suspense. Her work has won many awards and has been nominated for both the Daphne du Maurier and the National Readers’ Choice Awards. A Registered Massage Therapist by trade, Kaylea is also an avid gardener, artist, Civil War buff, Special Ops aficionado, belly dance enthusiast and former nationally-carded softball pitcher. She lives in Vancouver, BC with her husband and sons. You can visit Kaylea at
www.kayleacross.com

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SECRET GUARDIAN

Jill Sanders

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2013 Jill Sanders

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Overview:

Ann can’t tolerate the new guy assigned to her camera crew. She’s been in journalism long enough to know when someone is full of himself. And this guy is so full of himself, he can’t seem to point the camera in the right direction. Her latest assignment in Brazil, seemed harmless enough, but now she’s in over her head and the only way out is to trust the man that helped put her in the line of fire to begin with. Can this ex-special forces hero, Ethan, keep her safe?

Heat Level:

Scorcher

To all the guardians and

protectors among us.

We are grateful for your service.

Prologue

Ethan had never cut it this close on a job before. His face and arms were covered in black paint. The black shirt and pants he wore were one of his standard uniforms, one he’d been wearing for as long as he could remember.

As he crouched down behind the small air conditioning unit next to the recently renovated house, he swore he’d never cut it this close again.

He watched as the four men argued over the small body. Was the kid still alive? Even though it wasn’t part of his guarantee for the job, he hoped so.

He had less than five minutes before the final call that would decide the fate of the boy. It was now or never. Rushing from his position, he scaled the side wall in a blink of an eye, then quickly made it around the small house until he was standing at the back door. It took less than thirty seconds to open the locked door and even less time to make it to the end of the hallway. Since he was in all black, he doubted the four kidnappers could see him in the darkened room. He was standing just two feet away from them, in plain sight, as the men continued to argue.

The leader, a short, balding man by the name of Miles Collins, slammed his gun down on the table and told everyone to shut up. When the room was silent, Miles picked up a small cellphone from the table and dialed a number as he walked towards the back of the house. As he spoke, Ethan silently picked off each of the three remaining men.

He rushed behind the first and snapped his neck before the other two could respond. The second quietly went down with a quick punch to the throat. If Miles heard anything, it was only a quick intake of breath from the third man as Ethan’s knife slid silently into his throat. Miles continued to talk on the phone as Ethan picked up his gun from the table and pointed it at the back of the man’s head.

“Move and you’re dead, just like your buddies.”

Miles tensed as he held the phone up to his ear.

“Commander here, the room is secure,” Ethan said to the room as Miles slowly dropped the phone to the floor in shock.

Just then, Ethan heard a small noise behind him. As he turned to check what it was, Miles spun around with his fist and clocked him on the side of his ear. Ethan didn’t even blink, but just looked at the shorter man and slowly wiped the blood from his ear.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Ethan used the butt of the gun to make a dent in the man’s forehead. As the man hit the floor in a heap of unconscious bad guy, Ethan turned to see the eight-year-old boy lying on the table, staring at him like he was Superman.

“Are you a GI Joe?” the boy asked. Ethan chuckled and thought about it.

“Sure, kid. Let’s get you home to your dad.” He walked forward and lifted the small boy from the table and carried him out into the night.

Chapter One

Five years later…

Ann couldn’t stand the man! How much more was she supposed to take? He was constantly late. Half the time he forgot his equipment. The rest of the time he was too busy checking himself in the mirror or flirting with her female staff to do his job properly.

But today was the absolute worst. He’d actually shown up to work with a scantily dressed Brazilian woman on each arm. Not to mention that he was over half an hour late.

They were in Brazil to cover the Carnival and most of her crew had enjoyed the festival. Even she’d even gone out last night and walked around, enjoying the sights, sounds, and food. Who wouldn’t want to?

But seeing the two women plastering their naked bodies all over him this morning did something to her. Nathan Cruz had only been working on her crew for three weeks. He’d been hired by her boss, Anthony, and when she’d complained about him, Anthony had just smirked and told her it was out of his hands. What did that even mean?

She’d had a problem with Nathan the minute she’d met him. He’d seemed so self-absorbed and huge. The man had arms the size of elephant trunks, and his neck was as thick as her thighs. Ann had known many men like him; self-absorbed, every one of them.

He probably spent more time at a gym than he did watching the news or learning about what was going on in the world. You needed to be up on current events if you wanted to stay working for one of the top media outlets. Of course, the man was just behind the camera. She supposed the extra muscles came in handy when it came time to lug all that heavy equipment around.

Her last cameramen, Albert, had been a short, frail-looking older man. She and the two other guys in her four-man crew, Joe and Mark, had always had to help him unload the equipment.

But as she, Joe, and Mark stood around waiting for Nathan, she decided what needed to be done. When they made it back to Austin, she was going to make it her mission to see that Nathan got his pink slip.

It wasn’t as if she was a tyrant. She’d even bought the whole crew drinks their first night in Brazil. She tried to enjoy herself around the three men. Joe and Mark had been on her crew for a few years and she felt somewhat comfortable around them. But with Nathan there, she just couldn’t seem to loosen up.

She thought he was very attractive, so maybe that had a lot to do with it. Sexual tension was always a good reason to be nervous around someone. But with him it was more. She couldn’t explain it, but it was almost as if he went out of his way to piss her off.

That first night, he’d only drunk one beer and the rest of the evening had just sat around flirting with any woman that walked by, which happened to be a lot of women. He flirted with everyone except her.

Maybe that was it. She was used to getting hit on by coworkers, especially attractive ones. But Nathan went out of his way not to hit on her, which made her believe that he had something against her. Or that he was flirting with other women to see her reaction. Whatever it was, she wasn’t buying his act. At least she thought it was an act.

Now as he approached the van, he had a wicked smile plastered on his face. She crossed her arms and grinned back, thinking about getting him fired.

“Sorry I’m late, boss. I found these two and we got to talking.” She watched as the women blushed.

Yeah, I bet they were just talking, Ann thought.