The Guardian: DARYL, Cover Six Security #2

5 Stars: “Another hit for Lisa B. Kamps! The strong women and men Lisa creates are a one click buy for me. I love the action, the suspense, and the hard men who fall for their strong women.”

5 Stars: “I loved Mac’s story, and Daryl’s story was just as good. The men of Cover Six Security are a great team…I highly recommend this book and series to any reader who enjoys suspense, ex-military, and Alpha males who will be taken down by a beautiful woman.”

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EXCERPT:

She stood in line with the other passengers, patiently waiting to board. The urge to look over her shoulder was strong but she ruthlessly pushed it away. Nobody had followed her—she had checked and double-checked. Checked again before she made her way through security four hours before the flight was scheduled to take off.

Had wandered around the airport, searching for anyone who appeared out of place. For anyone who seemed to be searching for someone else.

Much like she was.

But nobody was following her. She’d lost them a few months ago, had managed to get away before they noticed her. She had time now, time where she didn’t have to constantly look over her shoulder.

But how much time? Weeks? Months? Maybe. Enough time to allow her to take this quick trip.

Enough time to find the man her father trusted.

The line started moving, the passengers around her laughing and talking, their voices filled with excitement. She reached the gate agent, showed her the ticket and her passport. Held her breath, waiting.

But the gate agent only glanced at the passport, gave her a quick smile and nodded. Relief went through her and she hurried down the jetway, the floor bouncing beneath her feet. Of course the agent wouldn’t question the passport. Why would she? She had already cleared security, had made it this far with no issues.

But she’d still been nervous, afraid the document would be studied too closely. Worried that they’d pull her out of line and question her—or worse.

She glanced at her ticket, looked up to study the seat numbers as she made her way along the plane’s narrow aisle. Her seat was near the back, against the window. She would have preferred an aisle seat—she didn’t like the feeling of being blocked in with no way to escape—but this would have to do. She slid into the seat, tucked her backpack under the chair in front of her, and quickly fastened her seatbelt. Around her other people were doing the same—but they were with their friends. Families. Loved ones.

She was alone. More alone than she’d ever been.

She turned her head to the side, looked out the window as the baggage handlers loaded luggage into the plane. Suitcases of all colors and sizes, one after another. She didn’t bother searching for hers—she didn’t have one. Everything she needed, practically everything she owned, was safely stored in the backpack by her feet.

A sudden wave of uncertainty washed over her and she nearly jumped to her feet, feeling the need to flee. She took a deep breath, fought the urge to run from the plane. She didn’t have a choice, not anymore. She had to see this through. It was too important not to. She needed to do this. Needed to find the man her father trusted.

And then…she wasn’t sure what she would do then. She had no intention of talking to him. Not yet. She just wanted to see him. Study him. Make up her own mind before she approached him.

Yes, her father trusted him. But she didn’t. How could she, when she didn’t know him? When she had never met him?

But time was running out. She would have to make a decision, and soon. She couldn’t keep running the way she’d been for the last three years. Couldn’t keep looking over her shoulder and jumping at every shadow, real and imagined. The time was coming when she wouldn’t be able to manage on her own. When she would need help, more than even her father could give her. In fact, this trip had been her father’s idea. If not for his insistence, she wouldn’t be going.

But she was. She didn’t have a choice. She needed to find the man her father trusted so much.

And then she needed to decide for herself if he had the power to slay dragons—

Or if he was nothing more than a myth. Nothing more than a fantasy she had carefully—desperately—built up in her mind.