Title: Dark Protector
Author: Celia Aaron
Release Date: February 27, 2017
Available on Kindle Unlimited
4 ACTION PACKED CROWNS
Dark Protector is my first darker romance from Celia Aaron, and, boy, does she pack in the action from the opening pages. The endless amount of danger Charlie and Con get into is enough to keep the reader entertained, yet there is the budding relationship amid the chaos that makes it just as entertaining.
Conrad, the hero of the story, is nothing like the typical hero. He is a gun for hire, someone who has killed numerous people with no remorse. The one and only person he does feel something for drives him to watch her every night, which only serves to put her in danger. This danger becomes the catalyst for their relationship, and leads to the Conrad opening up and revealing many of motivations for his behavior.
Charlie isn’t really want readers might expect. Her unusual background is interesting and makes her an asset to the escape plan. From the very beginning she is a strong heroine, willing to do what she needs to survive and never letting fear keep her back. She, like Con, is also willing to sacrifice herself for the ones she cares about.
From the opening pages, there is nothing but action, shoot outs, killings, rescue missions, etc. Celia Aaron doesn’t hold anything back, which serves to engage the reader from the opening pages. Readers will continue to be enthralled by the budding relationship between Con and Charlie. With each moment they share, physically and emotionally, the reader can see how they are changing each other, making them better.
For suspense romance lovers, Dark Protector by Celia Aaron is just what you are looking for. They action never lets up from the first page to the last, the romance is endearing, and the characters will have you rooting for them to be the victor in this street war, making Dark Protector another entertaining read.
ARC received in exchange for an honest review.
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.
“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 realized 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?