Over the Line (The Bodyguards, 4) - Softcover

Gerard, Cindy

Softcover

ISBN 10: 031298099X ISBN 13: 9780312980993

Verlag: ST MARTINS PR, 2006

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<p>"Sweet Baby Jane" Perkins has carved out a mega-selling reputation as rock's favorite bad girl. But her hard-living, tough-talking image can't prevent the sharp dose of reality that hit home when her estranged mother is killed in a car accident. As bizarre coincidences escalate in her own life, Janey grows certain that someone is watching her every move, and it's not one of her adoring fans…<br><br>Since leaving the Army Rangers six months ago, Jason Wilson has been adrift, a warrior without a war. Now he's taken his first civilian assignment for his army buddy's security firm: protecting a rock diva on her sold-out tour. Far from being a spoiled star, Janey is a revelation—sweet, modest, and incredibly sexy. Their friendship is turning to mutual, heated desire, but it's a distraction that could cost them more than their hearts…<br><br>Drawn into the depths of a deadly secret, they'll face off against a killer growing more ruthless every day, and Jase will discover just how far he'll go to protect an explosive passion he never expected…</p>

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<p><b>Cindy Gerard</b> is a <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of many contemporary romance novels including <i>To the Brink</i>, <i>To the Edge</i>, <i>To the Limit</i>, <i>Under the Wire</i> and <i>Into the Dark</i>. She is also the author of the Black Ops, Inc. series, every one of which has appeared on the <i>New York Times</i> top 20 list. Along with numerous industry award nominations, Cindy is the recipient of The National Reader's Choice Award and two-time winner of Romance Writers of America's coveted RITA Award.</p>

Cindy Gerard is a New York Times bestselling author of many contemporary romance novels including To the Brink, To the Edge, To the Limit, Under the Wire and Into the Dark. She is also the author of the Black Ops, Inc. series, every one of which has appeared on the New York Times top 20 list. Along with numerous industry award nominations, Cindy is the recipient of The National Reader's Choice Award and two-time winner of Romance Writers of America's coveted RITA Award.

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<p><i>Bestselling author Cindy Gerard continues her scintillating romantic suspense series featuring an elite team of bodyguards who are strong, sensuous, and absolutely unstoppable…</i><br><br><b>WHEN EVERY FRIENDLY FACE COULD MASK A KILLER…</b> <br>"Sweet Baby Jane" Perkins has carved out a mega-selling reputation as rock's favorite bad girl. But her hard-living, tough-talking image can't prevent the sharp dose of reality that hit home when her estranged mother is killed in a car accident. As bizarre coincidences escalate in her own life, Janey grows certain that someone is watching her every move, and it's not one of her adoring fans…<br><br><b>THE ONLY PERSON SHE CAN TRUST…</b><br>Since leaving the Army Rangers six months ago, Jason Wilson has been adrift, a warrior without a war. Now he's taken his first civilian assignment for his army buddy's security firm: protecting a rock diva on her sold-out tour. Far from being a spoiled star, Janey is a revelation—sweet, modest, and incredibly sexy. Their friendship is turning to mutual, heated desire, but it's a distraction that could cost them more than their hearts…<br><br><b>MAY BE A PERFECT STRANGER.</b><br>Drawn into the depths of a deadly secret, they'll face off against a killer growing more ruthless every day, and Jase will discover just how far he'll go to protect an explosive passion he never expected…<br><br><b>"Crackles with sexual tension, dark drama, and thrills."</b><br><b>--<i>RT BOOKclub Magazine</i> on <i>To the Limit</i></b><br><br><b>"Outstanding…an excellent second outing in this series."</b><br><b>--<i>Rendezvous</i> on <i>To the Limit</i></b></p>

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Over the Line

By Gerard, Cindy

St. Martin's Paperbacks

Copyright © 2006 Gerard, Cindy
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ISBN: 031298099X

Chapter One

 
Three weeks later, Sunday, July 9th, South Florida Fairgrounds, Sound Advice Amphitheatre, West Palm Beach
 
She was a bustier-wearing, hard-living, tabloid-headlining, top-of-her-game rock star. And as of tonight, Jason Wilson was responsible for keeping her alive.
 
Lord Jesus God, what had No gotten him into?
 
Arms crossed over his chest, legs set wide, Jase stood well back in the wings, watching Sweet Baby Jane gyrate to a hard and heavy rock beat, then strut her stuff across the stage on needle-sharp heels, gearing up to close the first of three West Palm Beach bookings.
 
Sweet mercy, did the woman have stuff to strut.
 
No wonder they called her sold-out tour Fire and Soul. Sweet Baby Jane was the flesh-and-blood component of both the fire and the soul.
 
A wild, thick tangle of long blond hair streaked with shots of chestnut bounced on top of her head. Her lips were painted fireball red. She had a face made for magazine covers and, from where Jase was standing, put the wet in wet dreams. And her body—whoa. That was someplace he wasn’t going to go within a Baghdad mile of.
 
She wasn’t any bigger than a bug, her waist so small he figured one of his headbands would fit around it. Best guess, without those heels she’d probably top out at a little over five feet.
 
It was more than obvious that she was in great shape. Fighting shape. All slim limbs, toned muscle, and steady agility, she moved tirelessly and sometimes frenetically all the hell over the outdoor stage, her skin covered in a glittering sheen of perspiration.
 
Wet, he thought again. Very. Wet. Dreams.
 
He shook off the thought, tuned back into her performance. She had a set of pipes; he’d give her that. Although why she wanted to belt out that rock crap when she could groove on a sweet country ballad was beyond him. So was the reason she wanted to wear all that makeup and those skimpy, outrageous clothes—not to mention she seemed to have a thing for tattoos. Small ones—one on her neck, another on her biceps, and one just above her right breast. Probably more he couldn’t see, all with some deep, mystical meaning known only to her, no doubt. Babes, he’d learned, were like that.
 
Then there was the pierced belly button. For some reason, he actually found that a little scary.
 
But he wasn’t here to critique her choice of music—or her wardrobe or her body art. Or, for that matter, to wonder what she saw in Derek McCoy, the bleached-blond pretty-boy drummer with the ostrich-skin pants painted on so tight they announced to the world that he dressed to the left.
 
To each his own. Jase was here to provide security, not judge the rock world’s best bad girl and her bed partners as reported by Entertainer Magazine and half a dozen other rags.
 
And he was here to prove himself. If not in No’s eyes, in his own. He had a lot of proving to do.
 
Who’d a thunk it? Plowboy Wilson, country boy with a capital C, a personal securities specialist to a rock star. And not just any rock star. According to her file, she was big business, big draw, and major star power.
 
She was also in a little bit of trouble. Trouble of the crazed-stalker-fan variety.
 
Jase scanned the sea of fans rocking to the music and crowding the stage. What a mob. Seemed big venues had many things in common—whether it was the WWA drawing the crowd or Sweet Baby Jane. The scent of beer, weed, BO, and about a hundred or so different perfumes and colognes hung in the charged air like smoke.
 
House security was doing a good job keeping the crowd from mobbing the stage, but since Jase was officially on the payroll as of tonight, he was ready to move in if things got out of control.
 
The only thing out of control right now, though, was Sweet Baby Jane. Damn, she was a sight. And though she was a mite of a thing, onstage and in person she projected a much bigger presence than on TV or in print. Sure, he’d known who she was. He wasn’t a rocker, but he didn’t live under a rock, either.
 
She was “the next big thing,” the current decade’s answer to what you get when you cross Janis Joplin, Joss Stone, and Madonna.
 
And No trusted him to protect her. He shook his head, still bowled over by that vote of confidence. Never figured he’d see that on his résumé.
 
“Max Cogan is an old friend of Dad’s,” No had informed him at staffing yesterday, explaining about a call from a new client. “They served in ’Nam together.”
 
Ethan, Dallas, and Eve had also joined them at morning staffing, where they doled out assignments and briefed one another on their current clients.
 
“Anyway, Max manages Janey Perkins—”
 
“Wait, wait, wait,” Eve interrupted her brother, her blue eyes wide with excitement. “Dad is friends with rocker Sweet Baby Jane’s manager? Holy shit. Do you suppose I could get her autograph?”
 
Three sets of eyes—all blue like Eve’s—turned on the little sister whom no one in the group would ever mistake for a ditsy blonde.
 
Jase had heard stories about Eve Garrett—Eve McClain now—from No. Some of them made his short hairs curl. She was sharp and she was shrewd, and behind those cover-girl looks and misty blue eyes, she could hold her own with a Ranger chalk if she had to.
 
She had to be tough to keep up with the Garrett brothers, all of whom Jase respected. Hell. More than respected. He liked them. Admired them. They were heroes. Veterans. All ex–special ops, like Jase, which, in a way, made them all brothers. Sure, one gene pool had given the Garrett men their tall, dark good looks and another had given Jase a fairer complexion and a little less height, so it was obvious there was no blood relationship, but they were brothers, just the same.
 
And he was grateful as hell that all four Garretts—Eve, who’d once been a Secret Service agent, included—had given him a thumbs-up when Nolan had introduced him to them three weeks ago and they’d welcomed him to the firm.
 
Their father, Wes, a Vietnam veteran, had founded E.D.E.N. Securities, Inc., after he’d retired from the West Palm PD. Now, under the Garrett siblings’ capable hands, E.D.E.N. had expanded and built on Wes’s principles of integrity, trust, and excellence.
 
Jase was impressed as hell. He’d spent the past weeks familiarizing himself with company protocol, done some job shadowing, and sketched out a plant security plan that had been implemented. But he’d been itching for his first hard assignment. He’d do anything. Night security. Surveillance. Hell, he’d clean the head if they wanted him to, but that day at staffing, he’d been ready for something other than paperwork.
 
“I was just asking,” Eve had said with a roll of her eyes when her brothers’ “give us a break” stares told her what they thought of that idea of meeting the star.
 
“Cogan wants us to head up all aspects of security for Janey. Or Baby. Or Sweet. Or whatever the hell she wants to...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: ST MARTINS PR
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2006
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 031298099X
• ISBN 13: 9780312980993
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 336
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