Dilys Carnie & Her Passionate Protector
Don’t we all need a Passionate Protector?
Her Passionate Protector
Genre: Erotic Romance
Elements: Explicit Sex/ Adult language
Author: Dilys J Carnie
Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing
Page Count: 142
When Lucy meets Alex the owner of the new company her cleaning business has just picked up a contract for, her hard won self preservation and quiet life flies out the window.
Smoldering heat ignites every time Alex comes near her.
He is confused by this independent, yet vulnerable woman and when her ex-husband returns, determined to hurt her, Alex fights for her life and their love.
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“Keep away from me, Pete. You can’t do this anymore. I won’t let you.” Her heart pounded hard beneath her ribs, but her voice was strong as she fought her fear.
Crunch! His fist made contact with her jaw and she fell, sprawling to the ground. Oh God, she thought, he is going to kill me this time, finish off what he started four years ago. She sat back against the door, cowering, and all her braveness was diminishing very quickly.
“Not so brave now, are you?” he crowed.
“She may not be, but I am.”
They both turned their heads at the same time and she gasped with relief. Thank God, it was Alex.
“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” The cold anger was evident in the deep and menacing tone of his voice.
It all happened so fast, Pete went flying across the ground. At the sound of Alex’s fist hitting him in the face, Lucy screamed. Alex turned to look at her and Pete took the opportunity and ran.
“Where’s your brush?”
She removed it from the pocket of her cardigan and handed it to him. Her hands grasped each other as her nails bit into her skin. It was such an intimate thing to do. She didn’t think she could ever remember anyone brushing her hair. It was soothing and relaxing.
Tranquillity stole over her, although there was something very sensual about the way he was doing it. A soft sigh escaped, reverberating at the back of her throat.
She bent her head to give him better access. A slight moan of pleasure echoed in her throat as his fingers strayed to the nape of her neck as he gathered her hair in his hands.
“Do you have a band, so I can plait it?”
“You know how to do that?” she asked incredulously as she took one from her pocket and handed it to him.
“Don’t laugh. But my sister used to make me plait her and her friend’s hair when I told mom about her boyfriends.”
“Really? I think I would like your sister,” she giggled.
“I know you would, female egotists the lot of you.” He laughed with her.
He gently brushed the nape of her neck as he pulled strands of her hair together in his hands. She lowered her head as he brushed all the way down the length to her waist.
“You have amazing hair,” he whispered, a huskiness piercing the tension in the room.
“I keep thinking I should have it cut, but really can’t find the courage to do it. Isn’t that ridiculous at my age?”
“No.” He put the brush down on the table and started to plait it, it took him no time at all. Then he turned her around, squeezing her shoulders and pulling her closer to his body.
Putting her hands on his chest, she looked up at him. She searched the depths of those dark, dark eyes. Kindness, passion, and desire were there— all the things that had been missing from her life. There was a tension about him, he looked weary. A hint of sexy roughness on his jaw line from the day’s growth of beard gave him an air of mystery. She wanted to stroke away the tiredness.
She wanted to feel the roughness beneath her hand and smooth it away. However, she wasn’t sure she was capable of doing that.
The whole situation was surreal and it was ridiculous to presume Alex would want to be with someone like her. Someone who had a manic ex-husband determined to hurt her and anyone with her.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think I can do this. I’m no good for you, can’t you see that?” she spoke in
AUTHOR BIO & LINKS
My characters overtake me and I become transient into their perfect world writing everything down and hoping that it all makes sense in the end.
Coffee is my downfall and when I am writing I need to have a constant supply…that and jelly beans!