Tuesday, October 04, 2016

Safe from Harm

Title: Safe from Harm
Series: Protect & Serve, #2
Author: Kate SeRine
Pub Date: October 4, 2016
ISBN: 9781492639169

It's All Harmless Flirting Until Someone Gets Shot...

Deputy Gabe Dawson has had his eye on prosecuting attorney Elle McCoy for years. But the smart, sassy redhead is immune to his legendary charm and good looks--until Gabe is shot on the courthouse steps protecting Elle from a vengeful domestic extremist.

Elle has been protecting her heart from the cocky playboy cop. But it's hard not to notice a guy when he takes a bullet for you and seems determined to turn his life around. With terrorists still at large and Elle a target, Gabe and his law enforcement brothers kick into high gear to take down the threat. And as they work together, Elle realizes she's losing her heart to a man who will risk it all to keep her safe from harm.

Kate SeRine writes award-winning romantic suspense and paranormal romance. A past recipient of an Emily Award and the National Readers Choice Award, she has also been a finalist in the Fire and Ice Contest, Finally a Bride Contest, and the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence. She lives with her husband and two sons outside Indianapolis, Indiana. Connect with Kate at www.kateserine.com.
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Excerpt from Chapter 8 of Safe from Harm

“Will you be okay here tonight on your own?” Elle asked as she strolled toward his front door, clearly moving slowly so he could keep up with her on his crutches.
He slid a meaningful sidelong glance toward her. “You offering to stay?”
She rolled her eyes, but he could see a hint of pink rising in her cheeks. God, he loved making her blush like that. The fact that he could bring a flush to the cheeks of a woman like Elle made his chest swell with pride. The only thing better would be making her flush with desire as he made love to her.
A sudden, vague image of her arching off his bed in ecstasy made his cock go rock hard, making him seriously fucking glad he was wearing his shirt untucked for once so she couldn’t see the effect she had on him. God, she had to be beautiful in the throes of passion. What he wouldn’t give to watch as rapture played out over her features, to hear her scream his name, to feel her nails digging into his skin…
“Do you ever stop?” she teased.
He shook his head, and his voice was rough with desire when he answered, “Not where you’re concerned.”
She turned toward him when they reached his front door and regarded him for a long moment. “Why?”
Her question took him off guard. “Huh?”
She tilted her head to one side, far more adorable than she realized. “Why are you so interested in me, Gabe? You can have any woman you want.”
He scoffed. “Not true. My reputation has been greatly exaggerated. Right now, there’s only woman I want.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine, for argument’s sake, let’s pretend that’s true.”
Pretend? What the hell?
Did she really buy into all the rumors about him sleeping with anything with a pulse? His false reputation had been haunting him since high school. Okay, his fault for not refuting them, but what teenage guy wouldn’t want everyone to think he was a god in bed? And, now that he knew better, he was too old to give a shit what people thought.
“Why would you want to keep pursuing someone who has pushed you away over and over again?” she continued. “I mean, what’s so special about me?”
He reached up and tugged at a curl that had come loose from her ponytail. “How long do you have?”
She grinned and patted him lightly on his chest, just above the bruises from the shots he’d taken, but he managed to keep from wincing. “Ah, so that must be the famous Dawson charm you keep mentioning…”
He leaned on his crutches, bending forward, close enough to kiss her. “Is it working?”
She shoved away from the doorframe and straightened to her full height, bringing her lips even closer to his. Her mouth curved into a sensual smile as she searched his face. Then she stepped closer, her arm slipping around his waist as she leaned into him, her breasts pressing into his chest as she put her lips close to his ear and whispered, “Not even a little, Romeo.”
With that, she stepped back and winked at him before opening the door and sending a wave at him over her shoulder as she strolled toward her car.
Oh, she was good…

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