FALLING
UNDER
Walker Security, #3
by
Lisa Renee Jones
JANUARY
23rd 2018
A new sexy standalone
from Lisa Renee Jones…
The Book
Junkie Reads . . . Review of . . . FALLING UNDER (Walker Security, #3) . . .
No,
there was no need to have read the previous books. I just felt that it made for
good background on the other characters that were encountered during the read.
I loved the flow of this series. Each couple had been given their own platform
to shine and connect. Jacob and Jewel were just the shot of excitement and adrenaline
needed to make this move by. The pacing was good, and the plot was drawing.
Two strong, dominating, controlling,
independent people come together under not ideal circumstances. Jacob to protect
Jewel. She finds it less than complementary to her that she has a “treehouse”
following her around. She feels she can protect herself. She works in a male
dominated field and feels the edge slip away when daddy decides to protect his
little girl. Jacob silent, deadly,
fierce was so much more. He loved Jewel’s sass. He was a man of few words, but
actions spoke loud and clear. Here was his chance to find more than he every
expected from life. There’s just a few obstacles in the way. Not just the ones
that could be seen coming. There were a few unseen.
Jewel and Jacob had an intense chemistry
both hot-n-sexy and sassy banter. Their journey toward each other was full of
danger, determination, suspense, sassy banter, sexy comebacks, sizzling looks, and
some action and drama.
I had a few drawbacks on this read. I
wanted the chase to have a steeper conclusion. I wanted the intensity that lead
to it to lead to a deeper more complex resolution. Then I was wanting a bit
more of some of the secondary characters. The nibbles were just that nibbles. I
wanted a bit. Jacob could have had more to him, but the strong, sexy, silent
protector worked very well.
I found nothing that turned me off about
the read and fully intend on reading the entire series all together on an upcoming
weekend. That way I can get a full Walker
Security fix.
Walker Security series:
Deep Under – Walker
Security, #1
Pulled Under – Walker
Security, #2
Falling Under – Walker
Security, #3
BLURB
Ex-special forces, Jacob King, is a man who keeps to
himself, having learned the hard way that letting people close to you, trusting
them, might just get you killed. A lesson he learned when members of his
Special Ops team turned dirty, while others, men he considered friends, died.
He made them pay. He made them hurt. He put them in jail. And so he doesn't
trust anyone anymore. He keeps his women hot and fast, his friends few to none,
and his clients through the elite Walker Security at a professional distance,
but safe.
It works for him. Until it doesn't.
His newest job should be simple and cut and dry. Jewel Carpenter, the daughter of the CEO of Carpenter Enterprises, is receiving death threats. He's to protect her and find out who is issuing the treats.
Simple. Cut and Dry.
Until it's not.
Until the chemistry between he and Jewel is all about love, hate, and sex. But even as he fights the attraction to Jewel and discovers there is more to her than meets the eye, the real threat comes not from the threats she's receiving, but the connection she has to him. Because his past has come full circle, and those men he's made pay for their sins now want him to pay. And what better way than the woman in his bed?
It works for him. Until it doesn't.
His newest job should be simple and cut and dry. Jewel Carpenter, the daughter of the CEO of Carpenter Enterprises, is receiving death threats. He's to protect her and find out who is issuing the treats.
Simple. Cut and Dry.
Until it's not.
Until the chemistry between he and Jewel is all about love, hate, and sex. But even as he fights the attraction to Jewel and discovers there is more to her than meets the eye, the real threat comes not from the threats she's receiving, but the connection she has to him. Because his past has come full circle, and those men he's made pay for their sins now want him to pay. And what better way than the woman in his bed?
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EXCERPT
“Just to be clear,” he says, his voice
low and rough. “I’m breaking every rule I own with you. I don’t fuck women I’m
protecting.”
“You could hand me over to someone else,”
I suggest, “and it won’t matter.”
“Not a chance in hell,” he says, his hand
sliding under my hair to cup my neck. “We’ll break the rules together.”
“I’m not sure I like how you do
‘together’.”
“I’ll make sure you do,” he promises, his
lips slanting over mine, and this time he kisses me like he owns me, like he
wants to control me, and like I really am his, like I belong to him, and in
this very moment, I can honestly say
I am. I want him, and I can’t get enough of him.
I am. I want him, and I can’t get enough of him.
And how can it ever be enough when he’s
this damn impossibly hot, and he’s such a damn good kisser. The way he makes me
want his mouth on every part of me and the way he makes me want my mouth on
every part of him. And so, there it is. I’m his, but I’m going to make damn
sure he’s mine, too. I kiss him back as passionately as he’s kissing me. I meet
him stroke for stroke, arching into him, telling him I am here and present, and
I’m not even close to afraid of him or of this. He doesn’t get to control me.
He isn’t making me do this. I control me, and I choose him and this.
Arching into him, his shoulder holster
and mine are in the way, and I want them gone. I want him naked. Just to be
certain that he knows that’s where I want this to go, my hand presses between
us and I stroke the hard line of his shaft. He groans low in his throat, a sexy
rough sound that tells me he gets the point. This isn’t his show. It’s ours.
It’s us together, or there is no show, with or without our clothes on.
His reaction is to tear his mouth from
mine, his lips lingering there though, as if he wants to kiss me again, and
just when I would kiss him again, he leans away just enough to shrug out of his
jacket. I take one step backward, and do the same with my blazer. I reach down
and pull off my boots and he does the same. Next, we disconnect our shoulder
holsters, and the truth is, it’s the first time I’ve ever been with a man who
is probably more armed than me. That feels significant when it perhaps is not.
He’s not a cop. He’s not that kind of career complication. He’s a
Green-fucking-Beret, and one hell of a hot one, for that matter.
He sets his weapon on the couch and snags
my hand, walking me toward him and taking my holster and weapon as he does.
“Just making sure you don’t end up shooting me before this is over,” he says,
setting it with his before shackling my hip.
“I told you I’ll wait until after the
orgasms.”
“Careful,” he says, a hint of a smile on
his lips again. “I might hold that orgasm and you captive.”
“You can try,” I say, but my head isn’t
in the game in this moment, and somehow my hand is on his face, right by the
almost smile, that seems to have complicated what should be sex, an escape, a
way to pull back the emotions that umbrella stirred in me. That smile reminds
me that Mr. Robot is his wall, his way to cope with death, with whatever makes
him protect Jesse Marks.
He captures my hand. “What are you
thinking?”
“That you have on too many clothes,” I
say, before I let this go someplace emotional, somewhere that two people like
us never want to go.
My hands press under his shirt, but he
doesn’t immediately give me what I want. He studies me for several beats and
then kisses me hard and fast. Too fast, but I get over it when he pulls his shirt
off. He cups my face and kisses me, his hand sliding up my shirt, his touch
fire that has me helping him pull my shirt over my head. Letting him drag me to
him where he now sits on the couch. I straddle him, my bra somehow gone by the
time I’m there. But my hands press to his shoulders, and I hold him at bay. “I
will still arrest you if I need to,” I promise. “This doesn’t change that.”
“You aren’t going to arrest me any more
than you hate me.” He glances down at my chest, his gaze a hot caress as it rakes
over my breasts, my nipples, before his eyes meet mine. “Because you know I’m
protecting you.”
I ignore the ache between my thighs. Or I
try. “From what? The slayer or the Jesse Marks damage patrol?”
His hand slides between my shoulder
blades and he molds my chest to his. “Do you really want to talk about Jesse
Marks right now? Because if you ask me questions, I’m going to ask you
questions when I’d much rather be inside you, giving you as many reasons as I
can not to arrest me. But you pick. Conversation or fucking.”
“Both,” I say, because it’s the truth. I
want answers and I want the conversation my emotions are having in my head to
shut up. “Fucking first.” I push away from him and stand up, unbuttoning my
pants, sliding them down my hips, and he watches me with that unreadable, robot
expression that is admittedly sexy as hell. I press my lips to his and that’s
all it takes.
We are crazy, hot, kissing, his hands on
my breasts, my nipples, my neck. I can’t touch him enough. I can’t feel him
enough, can’t get close enough, and that’s new to me. I don’t need anyone the
way I feel I need this man. I don’t want to need anyone this much, but it’s too
late. At least, right here, right now, I do. He rolls us to our sides, facing
one another, the wide cushion of the couch more than holding us and the next
kiss isn’t fast and frenzied. It’s long, drugging, and somewhere in the midst
of his tongue stroking my tongue, I end up on my back with the heavy weight of
him on top of me...
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