Falling Under (Walker Security, #3) by Lisa Renee Jones

Lisa Renee Jones is back with a sexy, stunning STANDALONE! 

 

Title: Falling Under

Series: Walker Security, #3

Author: Lisa Renee Jones

Genres: Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Steamy Romance

Release Date: January 23, 2018

 

Ex-special forces, Jacob King, is a man who keeps to himself, having learned the hard way that letting people close to you, trusting them, might just get you killed. A lesson he learned when members of his Special Ops team turned dirty, while others, men he considered friends, died. He made them pay. He made them hurt. He put them in jail. And so he doesn't trust anyone anymore. He keeps his women hot and fast, his friends few to none, and his clients through the elite Walker Security at a professional distance, but safe. 

It works for him. Until it doesn't. 

His newest job should be simple and cut and dry. Jewel Carpenter, the daughter of the CEO of Carpenter Enterprises, is receiving death threats. He's to protect her and find out who is issuing the threats. 

Simple. Cut and Dry. 

Until it's not. 

Until the chemistry between he and Jewel is all about love, hate, and sex. But even as he fights the attraction to Jewel and discovers there is more to her than meets the eye, the real threat comes not from the threats she's receiving, but the connection she has to him. Because his past has come full circle, and those men he's made pay for their sins now want him to pay. And what better way than the woman in his bed?

 

 

              

 

 

“Just to be clear,” he says, his voice low and rough. “I’m breaking every rule I own with you. I don’t fuck women I’m protecting.”

“You could hand me over to someone else,” I suggest, “and it won’t matter.”

“Not a chance in hell,” he says, his hand sliding under my hair to cup my neck. “We’ll break the rules together.”

“I’m not sure I like how you do ‘together’.”

“I’ll make sure you do,” he promises, his lips slanting over mine, and this time he kisses me like he owns me, like he wants to control me, and like I really am his, like I belong to him, and in this very moment, I can honestly say

I am. I want him, and I can’t get enough of him.

And how can it ever be enough when he’s this damn impossibly hot, and he’s such a damn good kisser. The way he makes me want his mouth on every part of me and the way he makes me want my mouth on every part of him. And so, there it is. I’m his, but I’m going to make damn sure he’s mine, too. I kiss him back as passionately as he’s kissing me. I meet him stroke for stroke, arching into him, telling him I am here and present, and I’m not even close to afraid of him or of this. He doesn’t get to control me. He isn’t making me do this. I control me, and I choose him and this.

Arching into him, his shoulder holster and mine are in the way, and I want them gone. I want him naked. Just to be certain that he knows that’s where I want this to go, my hand presses between us and I stroke the hard line of his shaft. He groans low in his throat, a sexy rough sound that tells me he gets the point. This isn’t his show. It’s ours. It’s us together, or there is no show, with or without our clothes on.

His reaction is to tear his mouth from mine, his lips lingering there though, as if he wants to kiss me again, and just when I would kiss him again, he leans away just enough to shrug out of his jacket. I take one step backward, and do the same with my blazer. I reach down and pull off my boots and he does the same. Next, we disconnect our shoulder holsters, and the truth is, it’s the first time I’ve ever been with a man who is probably more armed than me. That feels significant when it perhaps is not. He’s not a cop. He’s not that kind of career complication. He’s a Green-fucking-Beret, and one hell of a hot one, for that matter.

He sets his weapon on the couch and snags my hand, walking me toward him and taking my holster and weapon as he does. “Just making sure you don’t end up shooting me before this is over,” he says, setting it with his before shackling my hip.

“I told you I’ll wait until after the orgasms.”

“Careful,” he says, a hint of a smile on his lips again. “I might hold that orgasm and you captive.”

“You can try,” I say, but my head isn’t in the game in this moment, and somehow my hand is on his face, right by the almost smile, that seems to have complicated what should be sex, an escape, a way to pull back the emotions that umbrella stirred in me. That smile reminds me that Mr. Robot is his wall, his way to cope with death, with whatever makes him protect Jesse Marks.

He captures my hand. “What are you thinking?”

“That you have on too many clothes,” I say, before I let this go someplace emotional, somewhere that two people like us never want to go.

My hands press under his shirt, but he doesn’t immediately give me what I want. He studies me for several beats and then kisses me hard and fast. Too fast, but I get over it when he pulls his shirt off. He cups my face and kisses me, his hand sliding up my shirt, his touch fire that has me helping him pull my shirt over my head. Letting him drag me to him where he now sits on the couch. I straddle him, my bra somehow gone by the time I’m there. But my hands press to his shoulders, and I hold him at bay. “I will still arrest you if I need to,” I promise. “This doesn’t change that.”

“You aren’t going to arrest me any more than you hate me.” He glances down at my chest, his gaze a hot caress as it rakes over my breasts, my nipples, before his eyes meet mine. “Because you know I’m protecting you.”

I ignore the ache between my thighs. Or I try. “From what? The slayer or the Jesse Marks damage patrol?”

His hand slides between my shoulder blades and he molds my chest to his. “Do you really want to talk about Jesse Marks right now? Because if you ask me questions, I’m going to ask you questions when I’d much rather be inside you, giving you as many reasons as I can not to arrest me. But you pick. Conversation or fucking.”

“Both,” I say, because it’s the truth. I want answers and I want the conversation my emotions are having in my head to shut up. “Fucking first.” I push away from him and stand up, unbuttoning my pants, sliding them down my hips, and he watches me with that unreadable, robot expression that is admittedly sexy as hell. I press my lips to his and that’s all it takes.

We are crazy, hot, kissing, his hands on my breasts, my nipples, my neck. I can’t touch him enough. I can’t feel him enough, can’t get close enough, and that’s new to me. I don’t need anyone the way I feel I need this man. I don’t want to need anyone this much, but it’s too late. At least, right here, right now, I do. He rolls us to our sides, facing one another, the wide cushion of the couch more than holding us and the next kiss isn’t fast and frenzied. It’s long, drugging, and somewhere in the midst of his tongue stroking my tongue, I end up on my back with the heavy weight of him on top of me...

 

 

Falling Under: a Walker Security standalone novelFalling Under (Walker Security, #3) by Lisa Renee Jones
Rosa's rating: 5 of 5 iScream Cones


"Mr. Thinks-He-Can-Save-The-World-Better-Than-Anyone-Else and look better than most doing it."

I'm so addicted to this crazy, funny, talented and badass Walker Security family. As each of the team finds love the family grows and they get crazier and funnier. But don't let that fool you, they might have a sense of humor, but you don't want to get on their bad side. Each has their own special skill that contributes to the total package that they offer their clients.

I've been looking forward to getting to know the silent and surly Jacob. It's those broken bad boys that intrigue me the most and I knew he had some bad stuff in his past to make him the way he is. I should have known it would a strong woman that would bring him out of his shell. Someone to push his buttons and make him care enough to put himself out there. They don't call him Tin Man for nothing. But after the fiery Jewel butted heads with him, refusing to let him be the boss, something that had been dead inside him started to wake up. "I don't know what the hell she's doing to me, but there's a heart in my chest I forgot existed."

Jewel is tough. She has to be to survive as a detective in the homicide division. She's the queen of snark and I find her highly amusing as she banters with the men in her department. She gives better than she gets and they respect her. The only man that she will back down for his her father. She argues when he tells her that he hired Walker Security after receiving a death threat. But eventually, she agrees to cooperate to please her father. But she's not happy about it. How is she supposed to do her job with a babysitter tagging along? You can imagine her surprise when Jacob tells her he's been following her for 4 days. How is that possible? She's good at her job and makes a point to be aware of her surroundings. It really bothers her that, The man is gorgeous and the size of a treehouse, and I never knew he was there."

That's when things get really good. Jewel and Jacob are both used to being in control and neither of them wants to let go of that. They respect each other's talents and abilities, but working together is a challenge when it comes to making decisions if they are not in agreement. That's when the verbal sparring happens and they get hot under the collar...and other places. Their chemistry is undeniable and eventually gets out of control in the best of ways. That's one area they have no problem with, they are in complete agreement in the bedroom.

Jacob doesn't tell her, but since he shares his thoughts with me, I know that her sass turns him on. He likes it when she argues with him and says, "You need a name tag that says: Controlling Asshole to warn people." He tries to keep his rigid robot reputation going, but she cracks his shell and catches him smiling or smirking occasionally. It's obvious to them, and to me, that they have a connection. They've both suffered so much loss and death is not a stranger to them. They have similar approaches to investigating and seem to understand each other without words. Even their 'spidey senses' are in tune when danger is near. But Jacob has BIG secrets in his past that catch up with him and all the danger they sense is not coming from the same place. It turns out that though he was hired to protect her, it might be him that puts her in danger.

The suspense is intense when you don't know who to be afraid of. The danger is real and the villain is playing games without making the rules clear. If they make a wrong move someone could die, and "dying sucks."

Have I got your attention now? Sounds good, huh? Let me tell you, it is! I don't know how many books there will be in this series, but I hope many more. Surely Walker Security can just keep hiring more sexy men to keep us entertained, right? Pretty please? I know there are at least a few more for sure and I can't wait to get to know them better. The line forms here...

 

 

Check out all the books in the WALKER SECURITY series:

All three books in the series are standalones.

            

 

 

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series.

In addition to the success of Lisa’s INSIDE OUT series, she has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is also the author of the bestselling the bestselling DIRTY MONEY and WHITE LIES series. And will be publishing the first book in her Lilah Love suspense series with Amazon Publishing in March 2018.

Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women’s Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.

Lisa loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her at www.lisareneejones.com and she is active on Twitter and Facebook daily.

        

         

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