Synopsis
Reputable fine art broker Sophie Graystone has a knack for acquiring one-of-a-kind artifacts. A seasoned professional, she marches to the beat of her own drum and takes direction from no one.
Lt. Dagan “Rebel” Caldwell, ex-Army Ranger and investigator for Alpha Four, is driven by an iron will to succeed and is talented in the ability to convince others to conform. He soon learns that he has met his match in one certain female.
Assigned to investigate several attempted thefts of Sophie’s paintings, Rebel’s skill and talent are sorely tested when Sophie challenges him at every turn, aggravating and arousing him in the process. Desperate to get his man, Rebel uses her rebellion as a secret weapon, hoping to win her heart in the process.
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Excerpt
At the sound of the voice behind her,
Sophie gasped and spun around, her free fist raised and ready to put
up a fight, even more shocked at the sight of Rebel standing directly
in her line of vision. In the heat of the moment, she wasn’t sure
if it was paranoia or extreme fear – not that it mattered which one
– but one or the other amped up her adrenaline and pretty much
dictated her response. Without warning, her fist connected with his
brick wall of a chest.
Not one word left his lips and he stood
stoic, obviously not bothered in the least by her attack. Probably
because her fist bounced off like a rubber ball. His lips curved into
a smirk.
“Easy there, tiger.”
Ignoring his smooth, rich response and
thigh-tightening smirk, she stood on her tiptoes, wrapped both hands
around his equally-muscled shoulders, and shook him. Never mind that
she couldn’t move the mountain in front of her.
“You scared me to death!”
With little effort, he peeled her
fingers from his muscle, placed a hand to the small of her back and
then led her to an annoying familiar vehicle parked at the curb; so
much for avoiding a bodyguard. As if he’d done it a thousand times
before, he opened the passenger door and then gestured at the seat.
“In.”
Although still somewhat shocked by the
whole ordeal, she managed to find a tiny bit of resistance. She
planted her feet on the curb and raised an eyebrow.
For a few seconds, they both stood
stoic, engaged in a silent battle of wills. She had no idea just how
stubborn he could be, but she knew her own stamina and had no
intention of giving in.
“Get in the car, Sophie.”
Still, she stood immobile, her eyes
narrowed, determined to wait him out. For several seconds, they
simply stared at each other, gazes locked, each issuing a silent
dare. Sophie didn’t care if her eyes caught fire, she would win
this showdown. Finally, he released a hard breath.
“Please.”
She gave him what she intended to be a
cheeky smile and entered the vehicle. He shook his head, closed the
door, and then entered the driver’s side several seconds later.
“Are you always this difficult?”
“Always.”
He chuckled as he drove away from the
curb and into traffic. “Where were you headed?”
“To my studio.”
“Normally, the tail needs that
information.”
She shrugged. “Normally.”
“Good thing I was up early.”
“Luck.”
“You wish. I knew you wouldn’t
follow instructions.”
“Really? What gave you that
impression?”
“Your father didn’t tell you much
about me, did he?”
“No.”
“Good thing.”
“Why?”
“If the Senator had told you even
half of what he knows about me, you wouldn’t have gotten in the
truck.”
She swallowed hard – not out of fear
like she probably should have, but to keep the twenty or so questions
from escaping out of sheer intrigue. Apparently this man had deep
dark secrets – ones she wanted very much for him to expose.
“That still doesn’t explain how you
claim to have known I wouldn’t follow instructions.”
He moved his head toward the rearview
mirror and then turned it to the front windshield. “I was an Army
Ranger, a tracker to be exact. I’m trained to read people.” He
turned and grinned. “I knew what you planned before you did.”
“Is that so?”
He simply nodded without hesitation,
confidence oozing from every pore in his body. Oddly, the arrogance
didn’t offend her. Instead, her mouth watered and her breasts
tightened to the extent that she was sure her nipples might poke a
hole in her blouse. She dabbed the corners of her mouth with her
tongue. No sense letting him see her slobber all over him like a
rabid dog.
“Okay then, O wise one, what do you
suppose I’ll do next?”
He released another of those
knee-weakening smirks and suddenly she wanted to kiss it off his
face. Press her lips against his and nibble her way all around them
until she literally swallowed him whole. As strong as she knew this
man to be, there was absolutely no doubt in her mind that his kisses
would be hard and dominating. In an attempt at self-control, she
folded her arms across her chest and attempted to appear smug.
In what she dubbed an I’m-so-smooth
manner, he changed lanes and then parked the vehicle next to a curb.
“Now you’ll go inside your studio and explain to your assistant –
Robert, if I remember correctly – why Mrs. Vanderbuilt’s
painting wasn’t returned to your studio last night as planned.”
She turned and glanced out the
passenger window at the scripted lettering on the building there.
Treasure Me. Okay so he was exactly right.
She turned and raised an eyebrow.
“Aren’t you coming along?”
“I was under the impression you
didn’t want a bodyguard.”
“I don’t.” She reached for the
door handle and pulled, annoyed when the door wouldn’t budge.
When she lifted her gaze to his and
frowned, he snickered and then the click of the locks sounded
in the silence.
“Five minutes,” he said.
She opened the door, stepped out and
then glanced back at him. “Ten,” she said as she slammed the door
on any further response.
Review
3.5 Stars
Treasure Me is a quick read with characters that are likeable and you want to see them succeed.
There's a bit of suspense, a bit of romance and while I love my military men, I expected more of Rebel.
When I read about an ex-military man who's part of a group with Alpha in the name I expect a complete badass, but that's where the character of Rebel disappoints.
He was protective, an had the need to control things a bit but no more than Sophie did so it kind of downgraded my opinion of what I expected to be the tough alpha male who is in complete control in order to protect the heroine.
As the man hired to keep her safe things happened basically right in front of him that he should have been aware of.
I liked Rebel, I really liked him in the beginning but as the book went on I saw less an less of the type of male he was described as early on.
All in all the story was pretty good the characters are what lost me along the way.
About The Author
Mia Dymond
I write contemporary romance novels with sexy, alpha males and females with attitude to boot. I live in a zoo,hold down a full time job, and am trying to coax my creative muse from her cage. So BEWARE, the madness may rub off on you! ~ Facebook
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