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Blurb:
While working as a forensic psychologist, Jordan Clayton has made enemies. Providing expert testimony in court put her in that position. Except, now, someone wants her dead, and the bigger problem is she has no idea who. Fortunately, her colleagues have a solution. Unfortunately, it involves hiring a bodyguard to protect her until the perpetrator is caught. But he is nothing like she expected. Though she feels physically safer in his presence, emotionally, she feels more at risk than ever before.
Chase Armstrong has worked as a protection specialist since he left law enforcement. He makes it a point to not ever mix business with pleasure. In his line of work, the two can be a deadly combination. It’s a rule he never breaks—never even bends. Except, now, his latest assignment is challenging his resolve. Rather than the subtle change in routine he was seeking, protecting her is something else entirely. She has him not only exercising every bit of self-control he possesses, but reconsidering his entire perspective on life as well.
A debut novel of intriguing suspense, forbidden attraction and perseverance.
This book is a standalone romance novel.
Snippets:
It all came down to one thing. She wasn't willing to try to escape from another attack by herself. Her objective was to be better prepared should this guy make a second attempt. And, in this case, she was pretty sure she couldn’t get any better prepared than she’d be by hiring Chase Armstrong.
He could see her muscles tense as she got further into the account, and her voice shook when she glossed over how he’d grabbed her from behind. His stare fell to the graceful hollow of her neck, where several bruises peeked out from the collar of her blouse. The sight caused a visceral reaction within his gut. Times like these made him miss being the one to put the cuffs on offenders who preyed on the innocent.
"You forget. It's my job to think someone could and would do anything and everything. Don't be alarmed. For the most part, it's a critical but entirely unnecessary effort." He didn't mention the times his efforts had saved lives; he wanted her to be cautious, not terrified.
If she weren’t his client and he had the settling-down kind of life, he’d try his damnedest to get her off the singles market. But, since neither was true, it was really none of his concern.
***
Chase stared at her for a moment. “Sometimes, it’s those times that don’t happen often that we think about the most."
As much as he wanted to shield her from all of this, that wouldn’t be smart. She needed to be aware of what was going on, not kept in the dark. Although the darkness would prevent her from seeing the demons around her, it would make her blind to the danger.
***
How on earth could I do my job with some huge, overbearing powerhouse in a suit and sunglasses hanging over my shoulder?” - Jordan
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Nicole Luckourt professed in her fifth grade autobiography that she would be a writer when she grew up. Though life has taken her on many adventures and detours since that time, she has never abandoned her desire for creating stories and breathing life into the characters and plots in her head. With the publication of Expert Witness, her childhood dream has become a reality. She currently lives in the Midwest with her husband, two children, and several beloved pets. Her practice in the field of psychology inspires her writing and she is thrilled to be able to combine her two passions.
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EXCERPT 1
He was brought out of his trance by Gabriella’s soft laugh.
“I was just thinking about something else,” he told her truthfully.
“Do you like those panties?” she nodded to the red ones in his hands. “That’s just a sample. Then I can decide if I will order more or not.”
Without thinking he asked, “Who samples them?”
She tilted her head and looked at him like he was an idiot, “Who do you think?”
Visions of Gabriella prancing around in these panties came to mind. He forcefully set them back down on the table and cleared his head.
“So do you need any help, then?” he cleared his throat, “with any painting or anything?”
Gabriella laughed, “Come hold this for me, please? What has gotten into you lately? Ever since the trouble with the credit union, you haven’t been acting like yourself. Is it still bothering you? Is there anything you want me to do to help you get through this?”
Again, her and the red panties.
He shook his head.
EXCERPT 2
She tilted her head to the side as if she were willing him to tell her what he was thinking. She stood there a moment longer, allowing him the privilege to commit her body to memory. Her client whispered something to Gabriella and she looked through the mirror at him once again, gave him a nervous smile and disappeared back into the changing room.
He tuned the women out as the customer continued to gush over the ensemble. Hell, where was he? He worked so hard trying to get the image of Gabbie wearing the erotic lingerie out of his mind, so when she nudged his back, he jumped.
“I’m sorry. I just need to get by you to ring her up.” Her voice was angelic, breathy.
“Sorry.” Sorry for many, many things right now.
He mindlessly watched her ring up the red items. As each item passed his line of vision, each of Gabbie’s body parts flitted through his mind the same as the lingerie flitted through her hands. She took her time folding the sexy get-up into tissue paper before she deposited them into a bag and handed them over to the lady.
EXCERPT 3
He stretched, folding his arms underneath his head, “I don’t know what to do about this, Gabriella. I’m leaving Colorado.”
“I know.”
“We are really good friends.”
“I know.”
“There is nothing I want more right now than to touch you.”
Silence.
“Does that mean you don’t want me to touch you?”
“Touch me how?”
Logan removed his hands from behind his head and turned to face her on the bed.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
Gabriella turned to face him. In the dark, he could barely make out her face with only a small fraction of it illuminated by the alarm clock.
“How would you like me to touch you?”
“I’m nervous, I don’t know. You could come closer though.”
