This. yes, please.
Scandalous by Sybil Bartel (Alpha Bodyguard #1) is out today in the Adult, Contemporary, Romance genre.
Not what the hell I thought I’d be doing with my life.
Especially not for a spoiled Hollywood actress on location in Miami Beach. But triple pay and carrying a gun had its advantages. I’d shove away paparazzi and screaming fans for a lot less. The Marines trained me to be Force Recon—intimidation and crowd control was child’s play compared to four tours. This assignment should’ve been easy money.
But the doe-eyed starlet with the perfect ass dragged me down her rabbit hole. Living for the spotlight, she leaked the perfect scandal. I warned her making headlines wasn’t in my job description, but she kept smiling for the cameras.
Now she was going to find out just how scandalous a bodyguard could be.
*SCANDALOUS is a sexy standalone book in the new Alpha Bodyguard Series!The Alpha Bodyguard Series
The Alpha Bodyguard Series
SCANDALOUS – Tank’s story
MERCILESS – Collins’s story
RECKLESS – Tyler’s story
RUTHLESS – Sawyer’s story
“Sit the fuck down and eat.”
Looking almost smug, she sat. “I’m not sitting because you told me to. I’m doing it because I’m hungry and I want to.”
Right. I didn’t say shit.
“I saw that. I saw that smirk on your face.” She took a bite.
She didn’t see shit. “You’ll see what I want you to see.”
“Oh.” She laughed through the word. “Okay, sure, Mr. I’m-A-Tank, I can control everything. Well, guess what? You can’t control me.”
I abruptly stood and kicked the stool out behind me. Before she even had a chance to blink, I’d grabbed her around the waist and lifted her skinny ass to the counter. Stepping between her legs, I took two handfuls of her thick hair I couldn’t keep my hands out of and crashed my mouth over hers.
She didn’t gasp. She didn’t push me away. She didn’t even hesitate.
Her legs and arms went around me, and she asked for it. “Oh my God, more.”
I shoved my tongue into her mouth like I wanted to drive my cock into her, and I fucking dominated. Every stroke, every flex of my muscles was a lesson in control. I controlled her mouth. I controlled her body, and I controlled her desire. I decided what she fucking got from me. If she wanted a piece of me, I topped. Period.
God-fucking-damn it, I topped.
Except this time I wasn’t.
A hundred-pound sass mouth with eyes to die for had grabbed my ass, pulled me on top of her and was writhing underneath me.
And I was letting her.
Grinding my hips, dry humping her, kissing her like this was more than a show of dominance, I play fucked like a goddamn amateur.
Here are ten things you probably really want to know about Sybil.
She grew up a faculty brat. She can swear like a sailor. She loves men in uniform. She hates being told what to do. She can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The Bird Market in Hong Kong freaks her out. Her favorite word is desperate…or dirty, or both—she can’t decide. She has a thing for muscle cars. But never reply on her for driving directions, ever. And she has a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell her husband.
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