Series: Change Me
Published on August 31, 2014 Genres: Adult Suspense, Contemporary, Romance, Romantic Suspense
One fateful morning changes everything.
Lisbeth, the lone eyewitness of a shocking murder, believes the FBI witness protection program may be the only way for her to survive. But when a powerful explosion reduces the safe house to ashes, killing all of the FBI agents on duty, will she turn to a perfect stranger for help?
Ethan, an ex-Marine-turned-firefighter, has never really cared for any woman. He lives his life to the fullest, enjoying the bad boy stigma and cultivating a particular taste for dominant sex. Girls come and go, allowed to stay only long enough to satisfy Ethan’s wild appetite.
One morning at dawn, Ethan’s fire brigade is called to a fatal house explosion that levels the structure. When he pries open a trap door to the hidden panic room under the house, he finds a gorgeous, though disheveled brunette. Lisbeth instantly turns Ethan’s world upside down, and he’s overcome by the burning desire to protect her, no matter the consequences.
This was hopeless. I was lost in her; lost in some stupid, naïve, childish dream. What the hell did she have in her that none of the other women haven’t possessed? I was always in control. Always! She shattered my orderly life and turned my neatly composed world upside fucking down! This couldn’t be happening. This had to stop. I wasn’t looking for any changes, for any altered way of living. But here came Miss Different and kicked everything I so meticulously worked for to the curb.
I paced around my bedroom, swearing quietly under my breath, clenching and unclenching my jaw. I stopped by the window and deliberately looked at her. She appeared so soft and small, wrapped in that towel. So alone; all on her own out on that dock. Lonely…
Stop that fucking nonsense! I chastised myself. She’s a grown woman, not that sixteen-year-old Afghan orphan kid!
I sat heavily on my bed, my eyes squeezed shut, my head in my hands. But I wasn’t thinking of Najia. All my thoughts were with Lisbeth. She wasn’t a child that needed protection, but a grown woman, although she needed protection too, and I offered it. Why couldn’t I simply provide only what I offered and nothing more? I had nothing more to give. Or did I?
Why would I want her for myself? There were dozens of willing women, waiting for one smile, one word from me; experienced women who knew what the guy like me desired. They were eager to give to me anything I ever required of them. They liked to serve me, to please me, to satisfy all my sexual needs. She, on the other hand, was completely green, I was sure of that. I could sense it. Why would I even want to bother? She would probably just get scared off when she learned how I liked things in the bedroom.
I got up to my feet and went to the window. Again. Fuck. She was a magnet, luring me, possessing me. Me, who has never succumbed to a woman’s charms for longer than a few nights. No matter than I knew her only for two days. I already realized she was going to be my undoing—if I let her.
I turned my back to the window as another thought struck me. Maybe we should do it, to get that crazy attraction out of our systems? Maybe that was only a freaky fascination? A whim? Hormones going awry? What would she say to that? No, I didn’t want to. I knew better—she wasn’t like the others.
I shouldn’t let her close to me.