When the lines are erased, the passion begins.
Lines define Tracy Rhodes's life, and she has no say in the matter once
she is sworn in as second-in-command of the free world. But the lines
are crushed beneath the boots of her security team's special advisor
during a high-profile event in Vegas. The towering warrior with the
haunting stare shatters her composure, invades her libido, and makes her
yearn for things she shouldn't. Sweaty, illicit things...with her body
pinned beneath his....
John Franzen, six and a half feet of rigid composure on the outside, is
a lost man on the inside. What's he doing here? A guy isn't supposed to
survive eleven years in Special Forces, especially after the crazy
missions he's been assigned. Accepting the security gig in Vegas is just
a favor to a friend―a way to fill time that's become too damn empty
lately. Until the cushy "babysitting job" becomes the most treacherous
mission of his life, and the politician he's protecting becomes the
woman in his bed. The lover beneath his bonds. The submissive he longs
to claim forever.
She's destined for marble halls and an oval office, and he's wired for
jungles, dirt, and violence. Will her passion be enough to tame his
demons? To claim the ultimate warrior as her own?
