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Morgan’s Hunter & Falling for Sarah
Bodyguards of L.A. County #1 & 2

By: Cate Beauman

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In Morgan's Hunter (Bodyguards of L.A County #1) by Cate Beauman, Morgan Taylor would rather be exploring the great outdoors in her job as a wildlife biologist than mingling amongst the rich, although she's just as comfortable doing the latter than she is the former. But when her friends are murdered while out on a research mission, she will do anything to bring justice to those responsible, even if it means going at it alone to get answers.

 

Hunter Phillips is good at his job as a bodyguard, and normally doesn't have a problem getting his clients to follow his instructions. Yet, the moment he meets the feisty and independent woman he's been assigned to protect he knows he's going to have a challenge on his hands to keep her safe. Because Morgan isn't the only one that wants answers, and once he learns the truth he'll do anything in his power to protect her. Since those responsible will have no problems doing the same thing to her, as the did to her friends to keep their secrets hidden.  

 

This is the first book I've read by Ms. Beauman, and I've got to say that I absolutely it from start to finish. Right from the beginning, this book grabbed my undivided attention. Yet, it was from the moment that Morgan learned about her friends that had my eyes to every word and turning the pages quickly to discover what would happen next. 

 

The dialogue was well-written and the plot definitely kept me on the edge-of-my-seat with its suspense. What would the bad guys do to keep Morgan from learning the truth? Would Hunter be able to protect her when she was so stubborn? Could they trust any of the locals to help them? As the story progressed, there was no way I could put this book down. Not when it seemed the danger was closing in on them from all sides.

 

I really liked both the main characters, and the tight bonds they have with the secondary characters. The loss of her friends hit Morgan hard, and it was no wonder she wanted to find those responsible when it seemed all hope was lost for the investigation. Then there's the woman that Hunter has promised his late friend that he's look after. She's lucky to have the Hunter's loyalty, and I could understand why she felt like such a burden to the hero. I could also understand why she wanted him to be find happiness, because he needed to get let go the guilt he felt for failing his comrades in arms.

 

Morgan is strong-willed, brave, independent and determined. She will do whatever it takes to learn the truth of why her friends were murdered. She needs closure, and believes it will help the families of the victims to move on as well. She's also a challenge for Hunter, and the way they clash definitely ups the sexual tension until it reaches boiling point, and eventually spills over onto the pages in scorching sex scenes that do justice to this couple's intense chemistry, which is there from the moment they meet. Despite the fact that Hunter is a real jerk to her to keep himself emotionally detached and make certain that she remains just a job to him, even though -- in the end --- that's impossible.

 

While Hunter, he's confident, charming and I could understand why he wanted to teach her lesson when she did something that totally disregarded his orders. He's been through so much with the loss of his comrades, and I could empathize with his theory that if he didn't fall in love than he could avoid losing that person, if something happened to them. Which was likely with Morgan because of the danger they faced. I also liked how protective he was of the heroine, and that he would do anything to make her realize that her actions could get them killed, if she wasn't careful in following his instructions.

 

Overall, Ms. Beauman has penned an incredibly gratifying story where there was absolutely no way I couldn't be affected by the main characters emotions and reactions, especially Morgan's, because she takes the death of her friends so hard. The way this story ended was wonderful, as Hunter had to really work for Morgan's forgiveness. Luckily, he wasn't afraid to plead his case instead of letting her get away. I would recommend Morgan's Hunter by Cate Beauman, if you enjoy the sexy protector trope, or independent heroines that will stop at nothing to discover the truth.

 

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Morgan Taylor, D.C. socialite and wildlife biologist, leads a charmed life until everything changes with a phone call. Her research team has been found dead—slaughtered—in backcountry Montana.

 

As the case grows cold, Morgan is determined to unravel the mystery behind her friends’ gruesome deaths. Despite the dangers of a murderer still free, nothing will stand in her way, not even the bodyguard her father hires, L.A.’s top close protection agent, Hunter Phillips.

 

 

Sparks fly from the start when no-nonsense Hunter clashes with Morgan’s strong-willed independence. Their endless search for answers proves hopeless—until Hunter discovers the truth.

On the run and at the mercy of a madman, Morgan and Hunter must outsmart a killer to save their own lives.

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September 2010

Helmand Province, Afghanistan

Gunnery Sergeant Hunter Phillips and his men drove toward their target: the hideout of Al-Qaeda’s number three. Satellite imagery confirmed Abbas Muhammad Muhammad Tayi was holed up in a small village ten miles away, but a source warned they had the wrong man. Hunter and his Force Recon unit were about to find out. After a year of searching, tracking, hunting, they would substantiate the evidence either way. Bringing the fucker to justice thirty days before they departed this godforsaken land would be the perfect end to their tour.

The caravan of two up-armored Humvees moved swiftly down the endless, dusty road, dodging enormous blast holes created by Soviet mines years before. They came past the blackened remains of a truck three Marines died in yesterday. Like a mascot of death, the burned vehicle welcomed the recon unit to “The Danger Zone.” In the last month alone, ten soldiers had lost their lives along the eternal stretch of dirt.

Rocky terrain laden with caves and deep crevices surrounded the Humvees. Insurgents roamed the area, ever eager to take their shot at US forces. Although the route clearance team had driven by twenty minutes ago, ten pairs of eyes scanned the road and dirt beyond, watchful for mounds of sand and small rocks—telltale signs of IEDs.

“And as we drive through the valley of the shadow of death, I would like to remind you all that God is good, men. Keep Him with you today,” Hunter said into his radio.

Nine “Amens” answered back.

Tension hung thick and the vehicles were silent except for the hum of motors and the constant click of Carson, Hunter’s gunner above, moving in half circles in his mechanical seat. The unit had gone a year without a casualty—a miracle in direct action warfare. But the law of averages told them they were due, and they all knew it.

Somewhere during the last mile, the AC had petered out. Hunter, sweat soaked and miserable, tugged at his collar, trying to ignore the one hundred degree heat and baking sun boring through the windshield, zapping energy from him and his men like a furnace straight from hell. Perspiration trapped by camouflage fabric and bulletproof vests mixed with sand, chafing, burning, only adding to the wretched conditions.

As the truck plowed ahead, Hunter’s shoulder blades itched and his stomach pitched. His eyes narrowed and his focus sharpened as he searched the rocks beyond. Something wasn’t right. His gut instinct was never wrong, and his men didn’t question it. “Men, I’ve got the itch. Stay alert. I repeat, stay alert.”

“Still glad you picked this route, Gunny?” Jake Johnson said from truck two.

Despite the situation, a small smile ghosted Hunter’s mouth. “Don’t be a pussy, Johnson.” He lurched to the right as the driver swerved around another blast hole. “The fastest route isn’t always the safest. That’s why I’m lead truck. I’ll keep you safe, honey.”

Jake chuckled. “Fuck you, man.”

Hunter grinned, forever scrutinizing their surroundings. “You’ll be tucked in with your blankey before—”

The massive explosion cut him off, shaking his vehicle with its deafening boom. “What the fuck?” He glanced in his rearview mirror as smoke plumed from truck two. Oh God—Jake.

Bullets pinged against the armored trucks as the unit took on fire.

“Return fire! Return fire!” Hunter instructed, peering back at Jake’s vehicle. “Truck two, do you copy?”

Static crackled in his earpiece as his heart pounded—in his chest, in his throat. His body revved from the swift flow of adrenaline and fear coursing through his veins. He radioed back to camp, struggling to remain calm. “Thunder Main, this is Patriot Zulu. We have IED detonation—one truck hit. We’re taking fire. I need fire support now and casualty evacuation on standby!”

“Patriot Zulu, this is Thunder Main. That’s a good copy of last transmission. Scout weapons team is inbound. ETA ninety seconds.”

With help on the way, Hunter tried Jake’s Humvee again. “Vehicle two, do you copy?”

“Hunter, this is truck two. We’re smoking and rattled, but we’re—” Another explosion roared, cutting them off as a rocket-propelled grenade hit Humvee two. Metal smashed and scattered through the air as Jake’s vehicle rolled twice.

“Shit! Shit! Fire support, what is your location, goddammit? Carson,” he hollered to his gunman, “suppress that fire so I can move toward those rocks.” He had to get to Jake’s truck.

Carson gave him a nod, pummeling fifty caliber rounds into the boulders, decimating rock and anything behind them.

Hunter opened his door, crouching next to the wheel well, assessing the unit’s dire situation. Help was still sixty seconds away, and they were surrounded by insurgents. Truck two lay on its side four hundred yards back as heavy black smoke plumed from the twist of metal. Hot rubber and burning electrical equipment choked the air.

A movement in the rocks caught Hunter’s eye. He fired his weapon, watching a man fall to the ground.

“Let’s do this,” he said to the three soldiers waiting for his command. The men took his place at the wheel well as he ran for the boulders in the distance. "Clarke, Tanger, I need an update on truck two. Move forward.”

Carson continued shooting from the Humvee roof while Hunter and Sergeant Smith laid down fire, providing cover as the soldiers ran. Halfway to the vehicle, bullets rained down from an unknown area in the rocks above. Clarke and Tanger stumbled, falling to the ground.

“No! Cover me, Smith.” Without a second thought, Hunter sprinted toward his fallen men as the rhythmic thump of chopper blades echoed closer.

A Kiowa Warrior soared overhead, dropping missiles among the crevices and caves, obliterating large chunks of mountainous terrain. The helicopter banked right as the next aircraft flew in, repeating the same procedure.

Fire support vanished as quickly as it had appeared, and the air fell silent. The heavy breathing of his soldiers filled Hunter’s ear. The firefight was over. For the moment they were clear of danger, and a weight lifted off his shoulders, leaving him lightheaded with relief.

Sergeant Tanger groaned as a chunk of dangling metal fell from truck two with a deafening crash, and reality rushed back like a punch to the gut.

Hunter ran to his men, who were shot and bleeding, as Carson continued with precautionary fire into the mountainside. “Smith, get the truck over here!” Hunter dug into Clarke’s medical pack and applied a tourniquet to the unconscious man’s arm. As he twisted the black fabric tight, the flow of blood ceased.

With Clarke as stable as he could make him, Hunter crawled to Tanger, ripping Tanger’s pant leg, exposing three bullet wounds. He glanced at Jake’s truck, desperate to get to him. Distracting flashes of their childhood played through his mind, and he ruthlessly squashed the memories. “Shit, man, you’re a mess,” he said to Tanger, attempting to keep his soldier lucid and himself calm.

“It hurts like—shit!” Tanger tensed as Hunter packed his first wound.

Sergeant Smith backed the Humvee closer and crouched next to Hunter, waiting for orders.

“Smith, finish this. Get them secured. I’m heading for truck two.” With his gun to his shoulder, he peered through the sight, moving toward Jake’s vehicle. It had only been five minutes since the attack began, but it felt as if it had been hours. “Truck two, do you copy?” The air remained dead, and panic rose from his depths. Everything he’d learned as a Force Recon escaped him. All the training on procedure vanished as he thought of Jake and the other four men. “Jake. Jake, do you copy? Can you hear me?”

“Hunter,” Jake answered, coughing.

“Oh, thank God. You scared the sh—”

“I’m hit, Hunt. I’m hit.” Jake wheezed, coughing again. “And they’re all dead, man.”

Pain sliced his heart as he yelled into his radio once more. “We need casualty evac, ASAP! Get them here now! I have four confirmed KIAs and three wounded.” Hunter whirled when footsteps approached from behind. Sergeant Smith’s face lined up in the crosshairs of his scope.

“Clarke and Tanger are secure.”

“Let’s go then,” Hunter said, running to what was left of the vehicle. “Jake, I’m here.”

Jake gasped for air, coughing violently.

Hunter climbed to the top of the heap, burning and cutting his hands, peering down at Jake’s battered face. Gashes riddled his cheeks, dribbling blood. He glanced at the remains of his four other men, burying the fisting pain deep. Jake was all that mattered now—the only one he could help.

Hunter locked his legs around mangled metal, anchoring himself. He reached his arms through the opening, grabbing hold of Jake. “Come on, man, I’m going to get you out of here. Evac’s on its way.”

Jake tried to sit up on the console and yelled out. “I can’t do it. I can’t get up.”

“Yes, you can. I don’t know how long we have before they fire on us again.”

Taking a deep breath, Jake hollered, clenching his fists as he sat up.

Hunter hoisted him up, and Jake screamed. “I’m sorry, man. Almost there.”

With Jake’s head and torso freed from the wreckage, Sergeant Smith climbed up, grabbing hold of Jake’s legs, helping Hunter lay him on the ground.

“Sergeant, get me a kit,” Hunter said, assessing Jake’s injuries as Smith ran for their truck. Blood saturated Jake’s plated vest, and sweat covered his face as he grew pale with every heartbeat. Hunter ripped through his friend’s armor and cloth to the wound, fighting to steady his breathing, horrified by the injuries. He applied pressure to the gaping hole in Jake’s abdomen as blood pooled over his fingers. Helplessness consumed him and desperation clawed at his throat as he yelled into his radio, “We need casualty evac now, goddammit! Do you hear me? Right now!”

Sergeant Smith hustled back with a kit, but there was nothing among the first aid supplies that would help. The medics on their team were dead or gravely injured, and Jake’s entire midsection was full of shrapnel.

“I’m not going to make it,” Jake gasped.

“Don’t you fucking say that!”

He coughed again, violently. “I’m not. Take care of them. Take care of Sarah and the baby.”

Hunter pressed harder as blood oozed over his fingers, pooling in the sand. “No, you’re going to take care of them. They’re coming.” The rhythmic sound of chopper blades echoed off the mountains. “Listen, they’re almost here.”

Jake’s body shook. “Promise me. Promise me, goddammit.” Tears streamed from his brown eyes. “Tell them I love them, that I’ll always be with them.”

“I promise, Jake.” It was too late. There was nothing the medics could do.

White as a sheet, Jake convulsed, even as Sergeant Smith tried to help keep him still. “Kiss Kylee for me.” His voice grew weaker. “Tell her it’s from her daddy. I never got to…I never got to hold her. Tell her about me.”

“I will. I will.” Hunter was losing him. Life seeped from his best friend, his brother. “I love you, Jake. I’ll take care of them.”

“I love…take care of...” Jake stopped moving, stopped breathing.

“God, no! No!” Desperately, Hunter started chest compressions. “Don’t you leave me!”

The chopper landed in the distance, and gunfire broke out. Heat seared through Hunter’s left shoulder.

Bullets sprayed from Sergeant Smith’s weapon. “I got him, Hunter. I got the fucking bastard.” Smith’s brow furrowed as he crouched behind the rocks. “Shit, you’re shot.”

Hunter sat in the sand and dust with Jake while blood dripped down his arm.

 

 

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In Falling for Sarah (Bodyguards of L.A County #2) by Cate Beauman, Sarah Johnson has done her best to pick up the pieces after the death of her husband in combat. Luckily, she's had the wonderful support of friends and family to help her through the tough times. Ethan Cooke has been a godsend, not only to her but to her daughter as well. But now, things are about to change when he kisses her. Unless, she can let go of her guilt that she's somehow betraying her husband's memory and can find it in her heart to give another man a chance.

 

Ethan Cooke has always been there for Sarah, and always will be. However, it's getting harder and harder to deny the feelings he has for her. But when a stalker sets his sights on the woman he's falling in love with, he will do anything to keep her safe. Yet, what will happen when the danger finally passes? Will Ethan be able to convince Sarah to give him a chance at happy ever after?

 

This is the second book in the Bodyguard of L.A County series for Ms. Beauman, and I've got to say that this story was just as good as the first, Morgan's Hunter. From start to finish, this book was captivating, fast-paced and had me hooked from the prologue, as Sarah finds herself adjusting to motherhood and then is hit hard with shocking news. How is she going to cope? 

 

Again, just like in the first book, the dialogue was well-written, intense and I liked how Ms. Beauman had the ability to draw me so completely into this story through the characters emotions and reactions. There was no way I couldn't shed a few tears for Sarah's situation. She's torn between giving Ethan a chance and feeling guilty that she's betraying her husband's memory. How is she supposed to decide when it's not just her choice that matters. She needs to consider her daughter. Would being with Ethan be good for her or not? It doesn't help when the hero and her daughter are so close.

 

I really liked the hero and heroine, and I was so happy to discover the return of some characters from the first book. Sarah has become so close to Morgan, and it's lucky she has someone to confide in. Since it doesn't help that Hunter overreacts to the fact that she and Ethan are getting close. However, when it came to the secondary characters, it was Sarah's daughter that stole the show for me, so to speak. She's adorable the way she interacts with Ethan and Hunter.

 

Sarah is strong and brave. It isn't easy for her to deal with the fact that there's some psycho out to get her. Yet, she knows without the men she won't stand a chance. It's also hard for her to give Ethan a chance because she feels she's betraying her husband's memory. Not that I could blame her, but Ethan is not some random man. He's the one that has always been there for her through the good times and the bad. While Ethan, he's domineering, protective and I liked how protective he was of both Sarah and her daughter. He isn't taking any chances with their safety, especially when her stalker seems to be escalating. 

 

Hot sex scenes heated up the pages, and illustrate just how amazing these two are together. Sarah finds it hard to give in to her feelings, but I was glad that she finally decided to give Ethan a chance when she did. She deserved to be happy again.

 

Overall, I loved this book just as much as the first one of the series, and now I can't wait to read the rest, as I believe this series by Ms. Beauman is romantic suspense at its best. The way this story ended was perfect. Ethan's surprise to Sarah and her daughter had me smiling, because it shows how much he loves the heroine. How much he wants her to stay, even though he knows he screwed up by being so hot and cold in his feelings. I would recommend Falling for Sarah, if you enjoy the friends to lovers trope, or stories encompassing grieving widow that finally achieve a second chance at love.

 

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Widow Sarah Johnson struggled to pick up the pieces after her life was ripped apart. After two years of grieving, she's found contentment in her thriving business as photographer to Hollywood's A-list and in raising her angel-faced daughter, Kylee... until bodyguard and long-time friend Ethan Cooke changes everything with a searing moonlight kiss.

Sarah's world turns upside down as she struggles with her unexpected attraction to Ethan and the guilt of betraying her husband's memory. But when blue roses and disturbing notes start appearing on her doorstep, she has no choice but to lean on Ethan as he fights to save her from a stalker that won't stop until he has what he prizes most.

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September 24, 2010

Sarah Johnson turned the key and opened her front door. She crossed the threshold, breathing in the familiar scent of fresh-cut flowers and the hint of low tide blowing in from the Pacific. “It’s so nice to be home. Welcome home, sweet baby girl.” She stared at her sleeping newborn and smiled, brushing her lips over the soft skin of her baby’s forehead.

“Look out, coming through,” Ethan Cooke said, loaded down with balloons and vases overflowing with cheerful blooms. “I had no idea bringing a baby home from the hospital required movers.”

Sarah stepped aside, chuckling. “I know. Kylee has quite a fan club already. Let me help you with some of this stuff.”

“I’ve got it. You gave birth yesterday, for God’s sake. The nurse told you to take it easy.” He set the vase on the entryway table and released the balloons to the ceiling as he dropped the diaper bag from his shoulder to the floor. “Besides, Jake would kick my ass if he knew you were hauling things in.”

Sarah’s smile widened as she thought of her husband. “Yes, you’re probably right, but I also know he would be grateful you were able to help me out. My mother wasn’t expecting to run her shop today. Dana called in sick, so that was that.”

Ethan moved closer to her side, staring at the baby. “I’m happy you called. I wanted to come visit you ladies again last night, but things got a little crazy while I was on duty.” He brushed a finger down Kylee’s tiny nose. “She really is beautiful, Sarah. She looks just like you.”

Sarah’s blue eyes twinkled. “Thank you, but I definitely see some of Jake in her too.” She wrapped her free arm around Ethan’s waist and rested her head against his shoulder as he returned her embrace. “I’m so happy right now, Ethan, so absolutely happy. Twenty-nine more days and my family will be whole again. I can’t wait to hug Jake and watch his face when he holds her for the first time. I could tell he wanted to crawl through the screen yesterday and touch her tiny fingers and toes.” She looked down at Kylee. “No more deployments for your daddy. He’ll be all ours.”

“He’ll be mine too.” Ethan grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. “I’ve been waiting just as eagerly for Jake’s return. It took me two years to convince him to join my firm. Now I need to get Hunter on board, and the crew will be together again.”

“Getting yourselves into as much trouble as ever I’m sure. You’ll have to wait a little longer for your new security expert. He’s not leaving my side for at least a week.”

“I think I can live with that.” He kissed her forehead and started toward the door. “Let me get the rest of the stuff from the truck. Then I’ll set up Jake’s surprise.”

“I can’t wait for him to see it. I’ve nixed the big-screen TV idea for so long, I’m pretty sure he’s stopped hoping for one.”

“It’s a beauty, all right. He’ll love it. I’ll have everything hooked up in no time.” He gave her a gentle squeeze and headed for the door.

“Great.” Brimming with joy, Sarah kissed her daughter again and took the baby to the nursery she’d painstakingly painted on her own. The pale yellow stripes looked wonderful with the touches of pink scattered about the room. Sitting in the rocker, she put Kylee to her breast and listened to the door open and slam shut as Ethan brought their items in from his Range Rover. Minutes later, she smiled when she heard him rummaging through the cupboards in the kitchen. If Ethan was anything, it was always hungry.

Kylee’s mouth went slack as she fell back to sleep.

Sarah fastened her nursing bra and fixed her shirt. She settled Kylee against her shoulder and walked out to the kitchen while she rubbed her daughter’s back, burping her.

Ethan stood in front of the open refrigerator, mumbling his excitement about her stocked shelves. He glanced up, grinning, and she itched for her camera. “Hey, I’m going to make myself a sandwich before I get started on the TV. Want one?”

“No, thanks. Do you want me to make it for you?”

“Nah, you don’t have to do that.”

“Why don’t you let me because I have another favor to ask of you.” She smiled. “The least I can do is make you something to eat.”

He went to the pantry, grabbing a loaf of bread. “Why don’t you tell me what you need?” He pulled open a cupboard and took out a plate.

“A shower.” She smiled again, nibbling her lip.

His eyes zeroed in on Kylee, and he took a step back. “Geez, I don’t know, Sarah. I’ve never held a baby before. What if I drop her?”

A laugh bubbled in her throat at the sheer horror in his eyes. Even after he’d helped her through hours of labor, watched her deliver Kylee, and cut the cord in Jake’s honor, he’d refused to hold her.

“You’re not going to drop her,” she said, walking to where he stood. “Fold your arm like this.” She held out her arm, bending at the elbow.

He cleared his throat, following her lead, and she placed Kylee in the crook of his rigid arm. Kylee squirmed, and he grabbed Sarah’s hand. “She’s moving, she’s moving. She’s going to fall. Shit, Sarah, I really think this is a bad idea.”

“I think it’s a great idea. Trust me on this one.” She adjusted the baby slightly, moving his arm closer to his body, making sure his hand held Kylee under her diapered bottom. She backed away from them, grinning at the discomfort and mild panic all over Ethan’s face. “You’re a natural. Look at you two. I need my camera.”

He groaned as she moved to the pile of bags outside the kitchen door and grabbed her case, pulling her Nikon D3 from the bag. She held up the camera and looked through the lens, focusing on Ethan’s arresting face for a test shot. Sharp cheekbones and straight black eyebrows accentuated his long, thick eyelashes and bold gray eyes. She zoomed in on the clear gray pools surrounded by dark, smoky rings and pressed the shutter closed in rapid succession. His firm, full lips and muscular torso showcased a man perfectly comfortable with his masculinity. She tightened her focus on his big hand holding Kylee’s little body and clicked away again, moving in closer, getting lost in her passion for pictures.

“Sarah, do you want that shower or not?”

She pulled the camera back, focusing on Ethan’s raised brow and lips pressed firm in annoyance. “Sorry. I got a little carried away. You two make excellent subjects. The camera loves your face.”

“So you’ve told me—more times than I can count.”

She placed the Nikon back in the bag and zipped it closed. “You’re doing a great job with her.”

He glanced down at Kylee. “I guess this is okay.”

“See? I’ll be quick. She just ate so she should sleep. Here’s the burp cloth just in case she spits up.” She draped the cotton towel over Ethan’s shoulder and turned to leave.

“Wait.”

She stopped, turning back.

“Um.” He took a step toward her and stopped. “What if—what if she starts to cry?”

Amused by his distress, she couldn’t help but smile. The man standing before her dealt with the scum of the earth every day, yet a seven-pound infant brought him to his knees. “Just jiggle your arm a little bit. She’ll fall right back to sleep.” She turned and walked toward the bathroom, calling over her shoulder, “Oh, and relax. Babies feel tension.”

 

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International bestselling author Cate Beauman is known for her full-length, action-packed romantic suspense series, The Bodyguards of L.A. County. Her novels have been nominated for the National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award, National Indie Excellence Award, Golden Quill Award, Writers Touch Award, and have been named Readers Favorite Five Star books. In 2015, JUSTICE FOR ABBY was selected as the Readers' Favorite International Book Award Gold Medalist, while SAVING SOPHIE took the Silver Medal. SAVING SOPHIE was also selected as the 2015 Readers Crown Award winner for Romantic Suspense and FALLING FOR SARAH received the silver medal for the 2014 Readers' Favorite Awards.

Cate makes her home in North Carolina with her husband, two boys, and their St. Bernards, Bear and Jack. Currently Cate is working on Deceiving Bella, the eleventh novel in her popular bodyguards series.

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