Title: Dark Protector
Author: Celia Aaron
Genre: Romance
Release Date: February 27, 2017Available on Kindle Unlimited
From the moment I saw her through the window of her flower shop, something other than darkness took root inside me. Charlie shone like a beacon in a world that had long since lost any light. But she was never meant for me, a man that killed without remorse and collected bounties drenched in blood.
I thought staying away would keep her safe, would shield her from me. I was wrong. Danger followed in my wake like death at a slaughter house. I protected her from the threats that circled like black buzzards, kept her safe with kill after kill.
But everything comes with a price, especially second chances for a man like me.
Killing for her was easy. It was living for her that turned out to be the hard part.
Author's Note: This is a full-length romance novel. Explicit violence and hot sex included. HEA, no cheating.
I've loved Celia Aaron's work ever since I read the Acquisition series, so I was pretty excited for Dark Protector!And let me tell you, it did not disappoint!
Conrad Mercer is a hit man for the mob.Dark,silent and scary, he hasn't had much to live for since he has spent all his life either training or doing this.But there is one thing in his life that brings him peace.And that is looking at Charlie.
Charlie is a florist and she knows that there is someone out in the car that watches her everyday,but it doesn't scare her.She actually feels protected.She's had a painful past and just wished to lay low and be content.
Con never wanted to bring Charlie into his life, but now that she is in danger because of him, he will do anything to protect her.Will they be able to make it out alive and together?
I loved Charlie's character.She wasn't a simpering heroine.Despite what she's been through she is strong and resilient.She stands up for herself and gives Con a push when needed.
Con was a mix of danger,sweetness,protectiveness and all alpha male.He had me swooning in no time.I loved learning more about his past.The best part was how they brought ot the good in each other!
The chemistry between Con and Charlie was hands down amazing, but I just wish we had more page time developing their relationship.With the plot's fast pace, it sometimes felt like they moved too fast, despite their instant connection.
The action and the sprinkle of suspense just added to the story!And Nate was such a hoot!Loved him!
You should really give this one a try if you're looking for something fast-paced,sexy and with a dash of danger!
“Look.” He pulled his pistol from its holster, laid it on the dresser, and began unbuttoning his shirt. “I realize this isn’t optimal for either of us. You don’t want to be here.”
I tried not to stare at the gun, but I was already trying to figure out if I could get to it before he could.
“You can’t.” He glanced at the gun then back to me. “I’ll always win.”
“Always?” I edged toward the door to what looked like a bathroom.
He sighed, weariness heavy on his exhale. “Yes. It’s what I do.”
“You kill? Is that what you mean?”
His face hardened, a muscle ticking in his jaw. At that moment, I realized how truly terrifying he could be. Built like a solid wall of muscle, at least six foot five, with a handsome face and eyes that went cold in a heartbeat. I swallowed hard and bumped into the doorframe at my back.
“I’m going to need to patch this.” He jerked his chin toward his shoulder, but kept his eyes on me. “But first, I’m going to take care of your nose and get you cleaned up.”
“First, you need to tell me why I’m even here.” I couldn’t keep the shrill notes from my voice. “Why did Berty take me? Why is this happening?”
He reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off in a singularly masculine move. His abs flexed, and his bare chest looked carved and hardened. Black ink trailed around his arms and met in the center of his chest. “Death before dishonor” was written between his pecs with a flourishing script. His fingers had individual letters on each one. Scars dotted his body—some long gashes with dots on either side from stitches, others that were rounded or jagged. He was a battlefield, his story told with blood and scar tissue.
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