Unexpected Protector by Sloan Johnson
Book #2 in Isthmus Alliance Series
RELEASE DATE: SEPT. 26th
Everyone makes mistakes in
life. Unfortunately, Holly Richards has become an expert at taking the wrong
path in life. This time, she may have gone so far that she has alienated the
one person who has always been there for her. Will she be able to make the
right decision for once in her life?
Tommy Reed’s world shifted the night he found Holly Richards lying in a pool of
blood on the ground. For reasons he can’t explain, he feels the need to protect
Holly from her own past. In the process, he’s hoping to also teach her that
there is more to D/s than releasing pent up emotions.
Life isn’t easy for the former-junkie and the cop. Some of those closest to
Tommy are less than thrilled with his devotion to Holly. Those who pressured
Holly into her former life are worried she’ll share what she knows. Is there
any way for both of them to come away from the situation unscathed?
About The Author:
Sloan is
a Midwestern mom who began writing nearly seven years ago as a way to make
money while staying home with her daughter. Now, with two kids in tow and
having written more articles on how to assemble various pieces of furniture
than she can count, she is reaching to make her dreams come true.
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Tommy Excerpt:
I don’t know why I’m here.
I walk into her room with a cup of coffee and a bagel every day and sit with
her until late at night. The nurses think I’m the compassionate boyfriend, not
willing to leave her side. The truth is, I’m no one to her.
“Holly, I don’t know if
you can hear me,” I whisper in her ear, wrapping my hand around her fingers.
“You need to wake up. Tasha’s starting to think you’re slipping away but I told
her she’s wrong.”
There’s no response. There
hasn’t been for the past two weeks and I’m starting to worry there never will
be. The first ten days, they kept her in a medically-induced coma so she
wouldn’t suffer from the drug withdrawal. They started easing her off the
medication a few days ago and she should be awake by now. The doctors are now
classifying her as being in a “vegetative state” because she’s breathing on her
own. If only she would give us some sign that she’s still in there…
I reach for bottle of
lotion beside the bed. Every day, I massage her hands and arms, hoping that my
touch will cause her to open her eyes and say something. My fingers trace the
outline of every flower inked from just below her elbow up to her shoulder. Her
half-sleeve gives her a hard exterior from a distance, but upon closer
inspection, the tattoos form a magnificently detailed garden on her pale skin.
As I take her hand in
mine, preparing to work the lotion into her fingers, I feel her jerk away from
me. Startled, I look to the head of the bed and see her eyes open, staring at
me.
“Hey, sleepy,” I say, my
throat dry and raspy from the recycled air in the hospital. “You had us scared
for a while.”
Holly Excerpt:
My body feels pulled
toward the ground by lead weights, I can barely move. Even if not for the
pressure, everything feels stiff. As I assess my situation, I hear voices
around me, arguing. I focus on my breathing, trying to keep it steady so they
won’t know I’m awake. If I open my eyes, I’ll have to face him and
I’m not ready to do that.
“I’ve already arranged to
help her get clean, I don’t see why you think we owe her anything beyond that.”
I may not know Dylan well, but it doesn’t take a genius to know he’s pissed
off. But at whom?
“Dylan,” a deep male voice
warns. I’m trying to figure out why that voice sounds familiar to me. “Do you
really mean to tell me you’ve never fucked up?”
“Like this?” He sneers.
“No, I’ve never almost gotten myself and someone I claim to care about killed
because I was so fucked up I couldn’t think straight.”
The words are completely
true, but that doesn’t make them sting any less. While I have no clue what day
it is or how long I’ve been asleep, I remember everything that led to me being
here. I wish this was one of those times when the movies had it right, that I
had no clue what happened to me.
“Dylan, you’re not being
fair,” Tasha sobs. Her voice is further away than the men. Knowing she’s in the
room causes an internal struggle. I want to see her, to apologize to her, to
beg her to forgive me, but I’m not sure I deserve her forgiveness. I’m the one
who led her into the arms of her ex-husband in a feeble attempt to save myself.
“Tasha,” Dylan scolds her
in a low voice. “You’re the only reason I’m even standing here having this
conversation. Don’t push your luck tonight.”
“Dylan, calm down,” the
deep voice encourages. There’s no one in my life I can think of who would be
sticking up for me this way, so who is he? “Take a look at your woman. Do you
see how much this hurts her? How torn she is? Don’t make this even harder on
her. Holly hasn’t always been the mess you know her as…”
“And how would you know?
You’re the one who told me she was bad news. Now, all of a sudden you’re saying
she’s not really a messed up junkie?”
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Book #1 in Isthmus Alliance Series
Tasha Skinner finally shed the baggage of a failed marriage. Now, she’s looking forward to a night of margaritas and man-bashing. Tasha’s friends have other plans, including Leather, Lace and liberation.
Dylan Caprese didn’t want to go to Marquee, but he and his friends were on a mission. They took it upon themselves to make sure things didn’t get out of hand when wannabe Doms mixed alcohol with playtime at the monthly Leather and Lace night.
From the moment he set eyes on Tasha, he knew there was something different about her. She wasn’t some bondage babe who thought she knew what it meant to be into BDSM. She was much, much worse; she was innocent and trusting. He can tell she is something precious.
When Tasha’s past threatens to destroy her, Dylan begins to realize that while their paths have never crossed, their lives most definitely have. Will he be able to save her before it’s too late?
Dylan Caprese didn’t want to go to Marquee, but he and his friends were on a mission. They took it upon themselves to make sure things didn’t get out of hand when wannabe Doms mixed alcohol with playtime at the monthly Leather and Lace night.
From the moment he set eyes on Tasha, he knew there was something different about her. She wasn’t some bondage babe who thought she knew what it meant to be into BDSM. She was much, much worse; she was innocent and trusting. He can tell she is something precious.
When Tasha’s past threatens to destroy her, Dylan begins to realize that while their paths have never crossed, their lives most definitely have. Will he be able to save her before it’s too late?
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