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springtime, like fresh pine and sweet blooms. He shook his head, trying to minimize her scent in his nostrils, because it made him want to get closer to her.
Hell’s balls, his sister-in-law Miranda would say.
She continued talking on her phone, oblivious to his entrance, all the while swiping text around on her tablet. “He’s after me, though,” she said, her voice hushed. “There’s no way, when I come around the corner, he’s always waiting.”
Maverick looked around the room, searching for the danger. Surely she’d ask for help if she needed it, but she didn’t know help was so close.
He angled the cart toward the shelves and slid Theories of Gaming into its spot.
The girl barely glanced at him, and instead focused on her tablet. Her voice sounded higher in pitch, and he could detect notes of stress in it. Something wasn’t right. He stood, staring at her, until she finally glanced up and gave him a dirty look, scrunching her tiny nose. If her fingers hadn’t been so busy on the tablet, she’d probably be flipping him off.
He shrugged and moved the cart down the bookcase, and that was when he saw the guy. He was the size of a football player, and he looked about forty. The guy sat rigidly on one of the window seats just beyond the bookcases, and Maverick would’ve bet his cherished Star Wars action figure collection that the guy had a clear line of sight to the pink-haired girl.
So maybe she was in danger.
Maverick wasn’t sure what to do. His first impulse was to tackle the guy and punch his face in, but Maverick didn’t take after his brother Gabriel. Maverick usually asked questions first, and puzzled out a problem before resorting to violence.
Something about this girl, though, made him feel irrational.
And maybe that irrationality had him reading things into situations that weren’t even situations. Maybe the nontraditional student was seriously browsing a copy of Useless Inventions of the Twenty-first Century . Maybe the nontraditional student wasn’t sending occasional glances toward the girl. Maybe he wasn’t twitching every time her chair squeaked, as if he planned to follow her as soon as she left.
Maverick pretended to be hunting for a place for Game Developing for N00bs , even though he’d already passed its spot five minutes ago. The girl continued to talk, worrying over things like danger, and attacks, and people waiting in alleys.
Other than her scent of springtime, he couldn’t detect any fear, but the ceilings were high and the room was large—if she was mildly afraid, he wouldn’t be able to smell her fear until he got much closer to her.
Damn, she was beautiful. Her face was nicer-looking when she didn’t have her nose wrinkled at him, and he liked her piercings—on the ear he could see beneath her mop of pink and white hair, she had a tiny gauge in the bottom and a series of studs going all the way to the top. He wanted to nibble on those earrings.
The Sierra Pride Series
Fierce Wanderer
Fierce Heartbreaker
Fierce Protector
Fierce Player (due out August 2016)
Fierce Dancer (due out September 2016)
Fierce Informer (due out October 2016)
Fierce Survivor (due out November 2016)
Fierce Lover (due out December 2016)
A Note from Liza
Thank you soooo much for reading Fierce Protector! One thing I’ve learned in this business is that reviews help authors a whole lot. If you loved Fierce Protector (and even if you didn’t!), an honest review would be an immense favor.
If reviews aren’t your thing, I thank you anyway for doing me the honor of reading my book.
Love,
Liza
Acknowledgments
The Sierra Pride series would not have been possible without the loving guidance and spot-on feedback given by my critique partners: Tori, Dana, Pat, Kary, Shyla, Alex, Alythia, and Rochelle. Thank you! You awesome women have helped my dream come true! Special thanks goes to my friends and family for listening to me obsess about these characters for months. And to J—thank
Hell’s balls, his sister-in-law Miranda would say.
She continued talking on her phone, oblivious to his entrance, all the while swiping text around on her tablet. “He’s after me, though,” she said, her voice hushed. “There’s no way, when I come around the corner, he’s always waiting.”
Maverick looked around the room, searching for the danger. Surely she’d ask for help if she needed it, but she didn’t know help was so close.
He angled the cart toward the shelves and slid Theories of Gaming into its spot.
The girl barely glanced at him, and instead focused on her tablet. Her voice sounded higher in pitch, and he could detect notes of stress in it. Something wasn’t right. He stood, staring at her, until she finally glanced up and gave him a dirty look, scrunching her tiny nose. If her fingers hadn’t been so busy on the tablet, she’d probably be flipping him off.
He shrugged and moved the cart down the bookcase, and that was when he saw the guy. He was the size of a football player, and he looked about forty. The guy sat rigidly on one of the window seats just beyond the bookcases, and Maverick would’ve bet his cherished Star Wars action figure collection that the guy had a clear line of sight to the pink-haired girl.
So maybe she was in danger.
Maverick wasn’t sure what to do. His first impulse was to tackle the guy and punch his face in, but Maverick didn’t take after his brother Gabriel. Maverick usually asked questions first, and puzzled out a problem before resorting to violence.
Something about this girl, though, made him feel irrational.
And maybe that irrationality had him reading things into situations that weren’t even situations. Maybe the nontraditional student was seriously browsing a copy of Useless Inventions of the Twenty-first Century . Maybe the nontraditional student wasn’t sending occasional glances toward the girl. Maybe he wasn’t twitching every time her chair squeaked, as if he planned to follow her as soon as she left.
Maverick pretended to be hunting for a place for Game Developing for N00bs , even though he’d already passed its spot five minutes ago. The girl continued to talk, worrying over things like danger, and attacks, and people waiting in alleys.
Other than her scent of springtime, he couldn’t detect any fear, but the ceilings were high and the room was large—if she was mildly afraid, he wouldn’t be able to smell her fear until he got much closer to her.
Damn, she was beautiful. Her face was nicer-looking when she didn’t have her nose wrinkled at him, and he liked her piercings—on the ear he could see beneath her mop of pink and white hair, she had a tiny gauge in the bottom and a series of studs going all the way to the top. He wanted to nibble on those earrings.
The Sierra Pride Series
Fierce Wanderer
Fierce Heartbreaker
Fierce Protector
Fierce Player (due out August 2016)
Fierce Dancer (due out September 2016)
Fierce Informer (due out October 2016)
Fierce Survivor (due out November 2016)
Fierce Lover (due out December 2016)
A Note from Liza
Thank you soooo much for reading Fierce Protector! One thing I’ve learned in this business is that reviews help authors a whole lot. If you loved Fierce Protector (and even if you didn’t!), an honest review would be an immense favor.
If reviews aren’t your thing, I thank you anyway for doing me the honor of reading my book.
Love,
Liza
Acknowledgments
The Sierra Pride series would not have been possible without the loving guidance and spot-on feedback given by my critique partners: Tori, Dana, Pat, Kary, Shyla, Alex, Alythia, and Rochelle. Thank you! You awesome women have helped my dream come true! Special thanks goes to my friends and family for listening to me obsess about these characters for months. And to J—thank
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