Guardian for Hire by Christine Bell + EXCERPT!!

Title: Guardian for Hire
Genre: Romance
Author: Christine Bell
Publisher: Entangled Indulgence
Pages: 149
Language: English
Format: Ebook

Sarabeth Lucking's life is turned upside down when the couples’ retreat she works for winds up embroiled in the biggest scandal of the year. With her reputation in tatters, she can’t imagine things getting worse, until her former co-workers are rubbed out, and a bad-ass, ex-Army Ranger shows up hell-bent on protecting her. She shows him the door, perfectly content with letting him go find someone else to brood over. Right up until her car explodes into a ball of flames...

Gavin McClintock grew up on the streets of Edinburgh, so protecting Dr. Stick-Up-Her-Rear isn't on his bucket list. Still, a promise is a promise, and, after her brush with death, he’s going to do whatever it takes to keep Sarabeth safe. When she finally gives in and shreds her librarian-in-mourning look in favor of a sex kitten, the revealing clothes and sexy new hairdo unleash the spitfire she’s been hiding beneath that shell of propriety.

Maybe the doc isn’t the only one in need of protection…

About Christine Bell

Christine Bell is a USA Bestselling Author of contemporary romance novels and one half of the happiest couple in the world. She and her handsome hubby currently reside in Pennsylvania with a four-pack of teenage boys and their two dogs, Gimli and Pug. If she gets time off from her duties as maid, chef, chauffeur, or therapist, she can be found reading just about anything she can get her hands on, from Young Adult novels to books on poker theory. She doesn’t like root beer, clowns or bugs (except ladybugs, on account of their cute outfits), but lurrves chocolate, going to the movies, the New York Giants and playing Texas Hold ‘Em. Writing is her passion, but if she had to pick another occupation, she would be a pirate…or, like, a ninja maybe. She loves writing fun, sexy romances, but also hopes to one day publish something her dad can read without wanting to dig his eyes out with rusty spoons. Christine loves to hear from readers, so please feel free to get in touch with her via the Contact Page, or find her on Twitter @_ChristineBell.

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Excerpt:

She shook her head firmly. “Nope. I’m not doing it. Cutting my hair is not an option. I take full responsibility for anything that happens to me. I hereby relieve you of your oath,” she said, snapping off some sort of half salute, half finger pistol in an attempt to make it all official-like.

“I don’t think so. If you're recognized, it could cost you your life. I made an oath to myself to protect you and no amount of”—he nodded pointedly at her finger pistol—“whatever it is you’re doing there relieves me of it. You can make it easy on both of us. Or not.”

The challenge in his eyes sent a sizzle of apprehension through her. Or was it? Fear alone would have made her want to cower. Instead, she found herself fighting the urge press him. What would he do if she said no?

She shook her head briskly to ward off the sudden buzz clouding her thoughts. It was just adrenaline. She’d always lived such a safe, sheltered life, and this was all new. Sex tapes and bombs and bodyguards. This mess would affect anyone. And that warm feeling spreading low in her belly had nothing at all to do with Gavin McClintock as a man.

Maybe it would be easier to go along and save her strength for the war she knew was brewing between the two of them. “Fine. But only to here.” She held up her hand to a spot past her shoulders. Was it her, or did he look surprised and slightly disappointed at her acquiescence?

“Sit on the chair so we don’t get hair on the bed.”

She sat on the rickety side chair with her back to him. “I’m thinking I should wet it first. I’m going to take it down and comb—” She’d moved to stand but stopped short as she felt a tug. The sound of something sharp sawing through hair reverberated in her head.

“Done,” he announced, handing her a thick, six-inch-long hank. “I’m assuming you can at least handle the dye part yourself or…?”

She ignored his question as she stared, flabbergasted, at the tail of blond locks in her hand. He hadn’t even taken it down or brushed it out. She reached her free hand up to the back of her head and gasped. A tiny stub stuck out from the back of her clip, like the tail of a Doberman.

“Are you insane?” she demanded, her voice trembling with anger as he closed his little pocketknife with a snap. “You didn’t even use scissors, and I said past my shoulders. That is so not how you cut hair. You comb it out first and measure to make it even. I’m going to look—”

“Alive. When I’m done, you’re going to look alive, which is a hell of a lot better than how you’d look if we’d been doing things your way up to this point, Doc. Now”—he held up the box of dye—“do you want to do the honors, or do you want me to?”