Title: Dark Protector
Author: Celia Aaron
Genre: Romance
Release Date: February 27, 2017
Available on Kindle Unlimited
Available on Kindle Unlimited
From the moment I saw her through the window of her flower shop, something other than darkness took root inside me. Charlie shone like a beacon in a world that had long since lost any light. But she was never meant for me, a man that killed without remorse and collected bounties drenched in blood.
I thought staying away would keep her safe, would shield her from me. I was wrong. Danger followed in my wake like death at a slaughter house. I protected her from the threats that circled like black buzzards, kept her safe with kill after kill.
But everything comes with a price, especially second chances for a man like me.
Killing for her was easy. It was living for her that turned out to be the hard part.
Author's Note: This is a full-length romance novel. Explicit violence and hot sex included. HEA, no cheating.
"Angelus Mortis." The Angel of Death
Conrad is a hired gun his loyalties lie with the highest bid. That is until her....
the girl from the flower shop. He's been secretly watching her for a while there's something about her and its not just her beauty. His lifestyle is holding him back he is darkness where she is light. He knows they can never be together so he sits watching from a far. Knowing she'll never know the monster lurking in the shadows.
That is until she does.....
Charlie has seen the same car over and over again but never the driver. But where she thinks this should frighten her it oddly doesn't. When she see's the car she feels safe, protected its like a sixth sense when the car is near. It only takes one night and Charlie's world is turned upside down. This is the night she meets the man in the car and from this night her life will never be the same!!!
"Killing for Charlie was easy. Dying for Charlie was easy. But what I wanted more than anything else- to live for Charlie- had proved impossible."
Dark Protector wasn't as dark as i thought it would be but in some ways it was even better. Don't get me wrong there's still plenty of bloodshed and dark moments. But it also wasn't what i expected which for me makes this a better read. Charlie especially wasn't how i expected her to be!! and i loved that about her. The other person that made this book other than the MC's was Nate!! he was so fun in a twisted quirky way and i loved him i hope he get's a book.
I know i haven't given to much away but it really would spoil this read taking the edge away from it. Celia Aaron has wrote another interesting page turner and i can't wait to see what comes next from this author.
“Look.” He pulled his pistol from its holster, laid it on the dresser, and began unbuttoning his shirt. “I realize this isn’t optimal for either of us. You don’t want to be here.”
I tried not to stare at the gun, but I was already trying to figure out if I could get to it before he could.
“You can’t.” He glanced at the gun then back to me. “I’ll always win.”
“Always?” I edged toward the door to what looked like a bathroom.
He sighed, weariness heavy on his exhale. “Yes. It’s what I do.”
“You kill? Is that what you mean?”
His face hardened, a muscle ticking in his jaw. At that moment, I realised how truly terrifying he could be. Built like a solid wall of muscle, at least six foot five, with a handsome face and eyes that went cold in a heartbeat. I swallowed hard and bumped into the doorframe at my back.
“I’m going to need to patch this.” He jerked his chin toward his shoulder, but kept his eyes on me. “But first, I’m going to take care of your nose and get you cleaned up.”
“First, you need to tell me why I’m even here.” I couldn’t keep the shrill notes from my voice. “Why did Berty take me? Why is this happening?”
He reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off in a singularly masculine move. His abs flexed, and his bare chest looked carved and hardened. Black ink trailed around his arms and met in the center of his chest. “Death before dishonor” was written between his pecs with a flourishing script. His fingers had individual letters on each one. Scars dotted his body—some long gashes with dots on either side from stitches, others that were rounded or jagged. He was a battlefield, his story told with blood and scar tissue.
Celia Aaron is a recovering attorney who loves romance and erotic fiction. Dark to light, angsty to funny, real to fantasy—if it’s hot and strikes her fancy, she writes it. Want a free bestselling book? 
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