The Protector: MAC, Cover Six Security #1

5 stars: “OUTSTANDING! This book sucked me right in and wouldn’t let me go!”

5 stars: “I always enjoyed her hockey series, but this new series takes it to a whole new level. The suspense is off the charts and there is so much action.
Oh and the romance makes your reading device overheat!”

5 stars:  “I take my hat off to the way Lisa wrote this book. I am in awe as to how her mind actually works to come up with something this gripping. Then when you add in the suspense, amazing secondary characters-I know it sounds cliche, but I honestly couldn’t put the book down. I just needed to know what happens next.”

EXCERPT:

The kiss caught her by surprise. Soft, hesitant at first. Learning. Tasting. Teasing. But it wasn’t enough. It could never be enough.

She pressed herself closer, a whisper of need escaping her. He cupped her face between his rough palms and deepened the kiss. Drinking her in. Unleashing fires of need kept banked for too long.

Scorching. Cleansing. Deep and intense. God, so intense. All she wanted to do was crawl on top of Mac, crawl inside him, be consumed by him, the crowd be damned. He was everything she wanted—needed. Hot. Hard.

And his mouth. God, his mouth. So deceptively soft. Gentle. And hot. So hot—

Cold.

So painfully cold, a hundred thousand needles pricking her skin. Under her skin, down to bone and marrow. Shredding. Tearing. Ripping.

Consciousness returned slowly. Disoriented, sluggish, confused. Something was wrong, she shouldn’t be this cold. Where was Mac? He was gone, his heat replaced by the shocking iciness surrounding her. She needed him, needed his heat—

Water pooled around her feet, her legs, her hips. She was entrenched in a dreamlike state. There was no sound other than the oddly hollow gurgle of water as it washed around her. No illumination other than the pale orange hue of the dashboard lights through the watery darkness surrounding her. And cold, so bitterly cold. Freezing. Numbing.

She watched, detached, as her hands floated near the deflated bag hanging from the steering wheel. Struggled to make sense of everything, knowing something was wrong.

Something—

Full consciousness returned and with it, fear. Raw, consuming. Terrifying. Panic ripped through her as she struggled with the seatbelt, her numb fingers useless. The water was higher now, to her chest, coming in faster as the car descended deeper into murky blackness.

She needed to get out. Now. But she was trapped by the seatbelt, couldn’t get it to release. Couldn’t open the door—

Oh God, no.

No!

The sound of her harsh breathing echoed around her, sharp and terrified. Shallow. Fast. Too fast, she was hyperventilating, on the verge of passing out.

On the verge of drowning.

The water climbed even higher. Past her chest. Her shoulders. Biting cold, sapping what little strength she had, increasing the panic and desperation clawing at her. She struggled with the seatbelt, fought to control her breathing, fought to get free—

But it was too late.

One breath. One more, dark water rushing over her face, into her mouth, her nose.

Too late—

Mac—