Duty Bound by Noelle Adams, Samantha
Chase
(The Protectors #1)
Publication date: April 10th 2014
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
(The Protectors #1)
Publication date: April 10th 2014
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Synopsis:
I used to think I could be a hero, but one deadly night
destroyed that delusion. So I’ve come home defeated. My military career, my
best friend, my purpose—all of it is lost.
What I find is her.
She’s my best friend’s sister, and she’s everything I shouldn’t want. She’s on a hopeless quest for answers about her brother’s death, but those are secrets that can never come to light. She’s always been a fighter, and she desperately wants the truth.
I desperately want her.
Someone is trying to kill her now, and she won’t let me keep her safe. I have to do it anyway, even if she doesn’t trust me, even if she hates me for it. A man protects what’s precious to him, whether or not he can ever claim her for his own. So she becomes my purpose.
I’ll become a hero for her.
What I find is her.
She’s my best friend’s sister, and she’s everything I shouldn’t want. She’s on a hopeless quest for answers about her brother’s death, but those are secrets that can never come to light. She’s always been a fighter, and she desperately wants the truth.
I desperately want her.
Someone is trying to kill her now, and she won’t let me keep her safe. I have to do it anyway, even if she doesn’t trust me, even if she hates me for it. A man protects what’s precious to him, whether or not he can ever claim her for his own. So she becomes my purpose.
I’ll become a hero for her.
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Author Bio:
Noelle Adams handwrote her first
romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasn’t
stopped writing since. She has lived in eight different states and currently
resides in Virginia, where she teaches English, reads any book she can get her
hands on, and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel.
Excerpt:
As soon as I put weight on my ankle,
my leg buckled, and Levi had to catch me around the waist.
I should have objected to the
arrangement, but I couldn’t help but like the feel of his strong arm around me,
the way I had to lean against his big, hard body.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Twisted my ankle. It’s probably not
too bad.”
“Can you walk?”
“I think so.” I put weight on the
ankle again, and it hurt like hell, but I didn’t flinch this time.
All my life, I never liked for other
people to see when I was hurt.
He sighed loudly and reached out to
support me once more. “Why do you have to be so damn stubborn?”
“And why do you have to be so damn
arrogant?” I bit out, immediately riling up at his exasperated tone. I tried to
pull away from it, but it wasn’t a smart maneuver, since I put too much weight
on my twisted ankle. The shot of pain ran through me, stealing my breath.
Down I almost went again.
Levi caught me before I did, and I
manfully resisted the desire to jerk away from his arm.
“Can I at least help you get home?”
The words were polite and conciliatory, but his tone was not. “Do you think you
could put aside your dislike of me at least long enough for me to do that?”
So my first instinct was to snap his
head off, but he did have a very small point. It was going to be very hard for
me to hobble to my car and then drive home in my current condition. I could
probably have done it, but it would take a lot longer and be rather painful.
“Fine,” I muttered. “Thanks.”
“Try not to sound so grateful.”
Despite his sarcasm, he was actually being quite helpful, in that he’d already
managed to get me moving toward my car. He was supporting quite a bit of my
weight, and I was hopping one-legged to make myself feel like I was doing some
of the walking myself.
He brought me around to the
passenger side of my car and helped me in. As he was leaning over, I felt
another sudden surge of attraction.
His face was so close, and his body
was right there in front of me. His hands were strong and gentle at the same
time as he arranged me in the seat.
I didn’t need quite so much help in
getting situated in the seat, but I didn’t really want him to pull away either.
Clearly, my mind was hopelessly
disarranged by the fall and near disaster.
He didn’t pull away when I expected,
and I started to feel flustered again by his closeness and my response to it.
So I said, “I think I’ll be okay just sitting here.”
His eyes lifted to my face, and the
dark brown of his looked like melting chocolate. “You think?”
There was irony in his tone, but he
still wasn’t pulling away. “Yeah. I’m sure I could drive home if you’d—“
“I’m not going to leave you to drive
home with a sprained ankle.”
“I don’t think it’s really
sprained.” When he started to move down to examine my ankle, I added, “You
don’t have to mess with that here. Just get me home.”
His eyes moved back up to my face.
“Sorry,” I mumbled. “I appreciate
your help.”
I’d appreciate it more if he’d back
off a little so I didn’t feel so much like grabbing and kissing him.
He reached up toward my face, and my
breath hitched, since it seemed like he was going to cup my cheek. Instead, he
stroked a hand down my hair, which had messily slipped out of the clip I’d
twisted it up with.
I stared at him like an idiot.
“You had dirt in your hair,” he
explained, his eyes still warm and sweet like before, but also with a flicker
of humor.
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