{"id":29688,"date":"2018-01-23T08:30:55","date_gmt":"2018-01-23T13:30:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/?p=29688"},"modified":"2018-01-22T09:57:26","modified_gmt":"2018-01-22T14:57:26","slug":"new-release-excerpt-blitz-falling-under-walker-security-3-by-lisa-renee-jones","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/?p=29688","title":{"rendered":"New Release & Excerpt Blitz: Falling Under (Walker Security, #3) by Lisa Renee Jones"},"content":{"rendered":"

FALLING UNDER
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by Lisa Renee Jones<\/b><\/h4>\n

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Blurb<\/b><\/h4>\n

A new sexy standalone from Lisa Renee Jones\u2026<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

Ex-special forces, Jacob King, is a man who keeps to himself, having learned the hard way that letting people close to you, trusting them, might just get you killed. A lesson he learned when members of his Special Ops team turned dirty, while others, men he considered friends, died. He made them pay. He made them hurt. He put them in jail. And so he doesn’t trust anyone anymore. He keeps his women hot and fast, his friends few to none, and his clients through the elite Walker Security at a professional distance, but safe.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>It works for him. Until it doesn’t.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>His newest job should be simple and cut and dry. Jewel Carpenter, the daughter of the CEO of Carpenter Enterprises, is receiving death threats. He’s to protect her and find out who is issuing the treats.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>Simple. Cut and Dry.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>Until it’s not.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>Until the chemistry between he and Jewel is all about love, hate, and sex. But even as he fights the attraction to Jewel and discovers there is more to her than meets the eye, the real threat comes not from the threats she’s receiving, but the connection she has to him. Because his past has come full circle, and those men he’s made pay for their sins now want him to pay. And what better way than the woman in his bed?<\/span><\/p>\n

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Excerpt<\/b><\/h4>\n

\u201cJust to be clear,\u201d he says, his voice low and rough. \u201cI\u2019m breaking every rule I own with you. I don\u2019t fuck women I\u2019m protecting.\u201d<\/span>
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\n<\/span>\u201cYou could hand me over to someone else,\u201d I suggest, \u201cand it won\u2019t matter.\u201d<\/span>
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\n<\/span>\u201cNot a chance in hell,\u201d he says, his hand sliding under my hair to cup my neck. \u201cWe\u2019ll break the rules together.\u201d<\/span>
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\n<\/span>\u201cI\u2019m not sure I like how you do \u2018together\u2019.\u201d<\/span>
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\n<\/span>\u201cI\u2019ll make sure you do,\u201d he promises, his lips slanting over mine, and this time he kisses me like he owns me, like he wants to control me, and like I really am his, like I belong to him, and in this very moment, I can honestly say <\/span>
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\n<\/span>I am. I want him, and I can\u2019t get enough of him.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>And how can it ever be enough when he\u2019s this damn impossibly hot, and he\u2019s such a damn good kisser. The way he makes me want his mouth on every part of me and the way he makes me want my mouth on every part of him. And so, there it is. I\u2019m his, but I\u2019m going to make damn sure he\u2019s mine, too. I kiss him back as passionately as he\u2019s kissing me. I meet him stroke for stroke, arching into him, telling him I am here and present, and I\u2019m not even close to afraid of him or of this. He doesn\u2019t get to control me. He isn\u2019t making me do this. I control me, and I choose him and this.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>Arching into him, his shoulder holster and mine are in the way, and I want them gone. I want him naked. Just to be certain that he knows that\u2019s where I want this to go, my hand presses between us and I stroke the hard line of his shaft. He groans low in his throat, a sexy rough sound that tells me he gets the point. This isn\u2019t his show. It\u2019s ours. It\u2019s us together, or there is no show, with or without our clothes on.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>His reaction is to tear his mouth from mine, his lips lingering there though, as if he wants to kiss me again, and just when I would kiss him again, he leans away just enough to shrug out of his jacket. I take one step backward, and do the same with my blazer. I reach down and pull off my boots and he does the same. Next, we disconnect our shoulder holsters, and the truth is, it\u2019s the first time I\u2019ve ever been with a man who is probably more armed than me. That feels significant when it perhaps is not. He\u2019s not a cop. He\u2019s not that kind of career complication. He\u2019s a Green-fucking-Beret, and one hell of a hot one, for that matter.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>He sets his weapon on the couch and snags my hand, walking me toward him and taking my holster and weapon as he does. \u201cJust making sure you don\u2019t end up shooting me before this is over,\u201d he says, setting it with his before shackling my hip.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>\u201cI told you I\u2019ll wait until after the orgasms.\u201d<\/span>
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\n<\/span>\u201cCareful,\u201d he says, a hint of a smile on his lips again. \u201cI might hold that orgasm and you captive.\u201d<\/span>
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\n<\/span>\u201cYou can try,\u201d I say, but my head isn\u2019t in the game in this moment, and somehow my hand is on his face, right by the almost smile, that seems to have complicated what should be sex, an escape, a way to pull back the emotions that umbrella stirred in me. That smile reminds me that Mr. Robot is his wall, his way to cope with death, with whatever makes him protect Jesse Marks.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>He captures my hand. \u201cWhat are you thinking?\u201d<\/span>
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\n<\/span>\u201cThat you have on too many clothes,\u201d I say, before I let this go someplace emotional, somewhere that two people like us never want to go.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>My hands press under his shirt, but he doesn\u2019t immediately give me what I want. He studies me for several beats and then kisses me hard and fast. Too fast, but I get over it when he pulls his shirt off. He cups my face and kisses me, his hand sliding up my shirt, his touch fire that has me helping him pull my shirt over my head. Letting him drag me to him where he now sits on the couch. I straddle him, my bra somehow gone by the time I\u2019m there. But my hands press to his shoulders, and I hold him at bay. \u201cI will still arrest you if I need to,\u201d I promise. \u201cThis doesn\u2019t change that.\u201d<\/span>
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\n<\/span>\u201cYou aren\u2019t going to arrest me any more than you hate me.\u201d He glances down at my chest, his gaze a hot caress as it rakes over my breasts, my nipples, before his eyes meet mine. \u201cBecause you know I\u2019m protecting you.\u201d<\/span>
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\n<\/span>I ignore the ache between my thighs. Or I try. \u201cFrom what? The slayer or the Jesse Marks damage patrol?\u201d<\/span>
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\n<\/span>His hand slides between my shoulder blades and he molds my chest to his. \u201cDo you really want to talk about Jesse Marks right now? Because if you ask me questions, I\u2019m going to ask you questions when I\u2019d much rather be inside you, giving you as many reasons as I can not to arrest me. But you pick. Conversation or fucking.\u201d<\/span>
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\n<\/span>\u201cBoth,\u201d I say, because it\u2019s the truth. I want answers and I want the conversation my emotions are having in my head to shut up. \u201cFucking first.\u201d I push away from him and stand up, unbuttoning my pants, sliding them down my hips, and he watches me with that unreadable, robot expression that is admittedly sexy as hell. I press my lips to his and that\u2019s all it takes.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>We are crazy, hot, kissing, his hands on my breasts, my nipples, my neck. I can\u2019t touch him enough. I can\u2019t feel him enough, can\u2019t get close enough, and that\u2019s new to me. I don\u2019t need anyone the way I feel I need this man. I don\u2019t want to need anyone this much, but it\u2019s too late. At least, right here, right now, I do. He rolls us to our sides, facing one another, the wide cushion of the couch more than holding us and the next kiss isn\u2019t fast and frenzied. It\u2019s long, drugging, and somewhere in the midst of his tongue stroking my tongue, I end up on my back with the heavy weight of him on top of me…<\/span><\/p>\n

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