Guts & Glory: Mercy
In the Shadows Security, book 1
by USA Today Bestselling author Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Action/Adventure
Available on Amazon here: mybook.to/Shadows-Mercy
Available in Kindle Unlimited and also in paperback
Coming soon in audiobook!
Blurb:
You must fall before
you can rise...
Former Delta Force
Operator. Scarred inside and out.
In the military, Mercy had seen and done things most people could
never imagine. Now working for In the Shadows Security, dangerous jobs are his
specialty, the more difficult the better... until his boss assigns him to
protect a spoiled, rich woman who never shuts the h*ll up. He has two ways to
stop her running mouth, but either could get him fired.
However, first impressions can be deceiving, and
underestimating this woman is a mistake Mercy never intended to make. One that might
not only threaten his job but the carefully built barriers he’s surrounded
himself with.
Witness to a horrific crime, Parris must leave Vegas immediately.
After her best friend hires a professional to get her out of Nevada and keep
her safe, she discovers there’s more to this emotionally crippled “bodyguard”
than meets the eye. As a therapist, Mercy’s a challenge Parris can’t ignore,
even when his walls seem too high to breach.
In the end, will Mercy not only be able to keep her safe but
allow her to save him? Or will he let the woman who’s become his addiction simply
walk away?
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Excerpt:
“What do you mean, Michael? Why
would I go away with some...”
Her baby blues landed on Mercy, who
sat in a corner where he could keep everyone in front of him. He could see and
hear everything.
“Stranger,” she finished, frowning
at Mercy.
Even wearing a fucking frown, she
was downright smoking hot.
But then, that was to be expected
for some high-class, high-maintenance pussy.
“Just until things settle down
here, Parris, then you can come home.”
Parris.
Highfalutin name, too.
He wondered if she was French. Or
liked to French.
Probably not. She was most likely a
frigid bitch who loved money more than dick. Only dealt with dick to get money.
Her hair, her makeup, her clothes,
her manicure. All required a boatload of fucking cash.
So, fuck yeah, she was hot, had
curves that wouldn’t quit, but she was also too much trouble.
However, he only had to deal with
her for a short amount of time.
For what this “Michael” was paying,
he could suck it up.
Her expression was curious as her
gaze ran slowly over his face. No fear. No disgust. But he could see the
questions. The wondering.
Her eyes eventually continued on,
taking in his jacket, which he was wearing in this fiery hell-hole of a city on
meth. She didn’t ask why he was wearing it. Most likely because she already
knew. If she was getting boned on the regular by Michael Paranzino, then she
was used to his own men wearing shit to keep their weapons concealed.
She paused briefly on his lap. Her
expression remaining the same, but she was checking him closely. Most likely
because she was a side-piece who kept her own side-piece. Or pieces. The ones
she didn’t dick for money. Or maybe ones she dicked for even more money.
The corner of Mercy’s lip curled as
she continued with her visual journey, noticing how he sat low in the chair,
his thighs wide, his booted feet outstretched but planted solid, his hands
tucked close to his hidden weapons.
He wasn’t surprised when she raised
her gaze, and this time made it obvious that her eyes were tracing his scar.
From the right corner of his hairline, down over his eye, his nose, his cheek, to
where it ended, pulling up the corner of the left side of his lip just
slightly.
Again, no disgust. Just curiosity.
She took a visible breath, which
lifted her huge knockers from the snug deep V-neck dress she wore that hugged
every one of her generous curves. Including those enormous tits.
He noticed
something he normally didn’t give a shit about. Her blue dress emphasized the
color of her eyes.
“He pass inspection, sweetheart?”
While the tone should have been full of jealousy, it wasn’t. The man sounded
amused.
She blinked, then turned back to
her man. Michael.
“I don’t understand any of this.”
“You know why this has to happen.”
Mercy wished he knew why. He was
still waiting for a better explanation. He figured Paranzino would give him
more details now that he was in Vegas ready to take this package with him.
And she certainly was a package.
About the Author:
JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today bestselling romance author who loves an alpha male (or two). She was only 13 when she started writing and her first paid published piece was an story in Playgirl magazine. Her first romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. It was rereleased recently under the title Damaged and became a USA Today bestseller. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
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