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Relentless by Elizabeth Dyer
Title: Relentless
Series: Somerton Security #2
Series: Somerton Security #2
Author: Elizabeth Dyer
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Mafia Romance
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Mafia Romance
Release Date: June 12, 2018
Blurb
Ethan Somerton doesn’t do safe or easy. He’s all about the challenge. The risk. In order to rescue one of his agents, Ethan must infiltrate the ruthless Vega cartel. One tiny error—just one—and he’s dead. Which means he needs Natalia Vega. Bright, beautiful, and cut sharper than the most lethal blade, she’s finally reached her breaking point. Now Ethan must find a way to make her surrender.
Caught between desperate choices and no-win situations, Natalia has survived the unthinkable by becoming dangerous, relentless, and feared. When it comes to protecting her sister, there’s no line Natalia won’t cross. But when Ethan storms into her life with his cocksure arrogance, stone-cold competence, and seductive promises, Natalia wonders if she’s finally found a way out. But discovering whether Ethan is salvation or destruction is going to require the one thing Natalia doesn’t have—trust.
As the cartel implodes and loved ones are threatened, Ethan and Natalia are going to have to choose between love, loyalty, and the lies they cling to. They could run, knowing they’ll never be safe. They could fight, knowing they’ll probably die. Or they can trust in each other¼and do something far more dangerous.
Caught between desperate choices and no-win situations, Natalia has survived the unthinkable by becoming dangerous, relentless, and feared. When it comes to protecting her sister, there’s no line Natalia won’t cross. But when Ethan storms into her life with his cocksure arrogance, stone-cold competence, and seductive promises, Natalia wonders if she’s finally found a way out. But discovering whether Ethan is salvation or destruction is going to require the one thing Natalia doesn’t have—trust.
As the cartel implodes and loved ones are threatened, Ethan and Natalia are going to have to choose between love, loyalty, and the lies they cling to. They could run, knowing they’ll never be safe. They could fight, knowing they’ll probably die. Or they can trust in each other¼and do something far more dangerous.
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This is my first book by Elizabeth Dyer. Yes, I know, I should have begun with the first book, but c’mon - mafia romance here people. And the surprising part? The mafia member wasn’t anywhere near what {who} I would have guessed.
While I’m no stranger to female lead characters that can be dark as all heck, string, athletic and deadly when you’re not paying attention, this was the first time that I had a character like Natalie Vega. Why did she affect me as much as she did? Well, she is strong, that much was clear from the prologue and her no nonsense attitude. But she’s also human, trying to survive, using her learned abilities to live one more day and protect her sister. She’s incredibly smart - it doesn’t take her long to figure out someone without having to spend hours on end to get to know their characters. And boy is she ever fearless - it takes lady balls to do half the things she does and still be as stoic as she is.
Now, Ethan for his part. Well, I believe that Natalie has him easily pegged - although arrogant in his capabilities, this man still has facades that he hides behind to protect himself and his loved ones.
Since I hadn’t read the previous book beforehand, I can’t say that I missed much - it still felt like its own standalone book with interconnecting characters. That being said though, I really need to get to know Parker and Georgia’s story because these two just seem too good together and they are entertaining as all heck!
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My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This is my first book by Elizabeth Dyer. Yes, I know, I should have begun with the first book, but c’mon - mafia romance here people. And the surprising part? The mafia member wasn’t anywhere near what {who} I would have guessed.
While I’m no stranger to female lead characters that can be dark as all heck, string, athletic and deadly when you’re not paying attention, this was the first time that I had a character like Natalie Vega. Why did she affect me as much as she did? Well, she is strong, that much was clear from the prologue and her no nonsense attitude. But she’s also human, trying to survive, using her learned abilities to live one more day and protect her sister. She’s incredibly smart - it doesn’t take her long to figure out someone without having to spend hours on end to get to know their characters. And boy is she ever fearless - it takes lady balls to do half the things she does and still be as stoic as she is.
Now, Ethan for his part. Well, I believe that Natalie has him easily pegged - although arrogant in his capabilities, this man still has facades that he hides behind to protect himself and his loved ones.
Since I hadn’t read the previous book beforehand, I can’t say that I missed much - it still felt like its own standalone book with interconnecting characters. That being said though, I really need to get to know Parker and Georgia’s story because these two just seem too good together and they are entertaining as all heck!
Contact Us Today: smallgirlandherbooks@gmail.com
Elizabeth Dyer likes her heroines smart and snarky, and her heroes strong and sexy. An attorney and recent coffee devotee, Elizabeth spends the majority of her time tucked into a corner table at Starbucks or pinned beneath her (overly affectionate) bullmastiff. When she isn’t working or wrestling the dog, you can usually find Elizabeth writing the types of sexy, suspenseful books she most loves to read.
A born-and-bred Texan, Elizabeth resides in Dallas, where she indulges in Netflix marathons, Instagramming her dog, and brunch. Definitely brunch. Adorably awkward, Elizabeth hates the phone as much as she loves all the social-media things and hearing from her readers. Follow her on Twitter (@lizdyerwrites) or Instagram (@elizabethdyerwrites).
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Defenseless by Elizabeth Dyer
Title: Defenseless
Series: Somerton Security #1
Series: Somerton Security #1
Author: Elizabeth Dyer
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: December 1, 2017
Blurb
When ex-marine
Georgia Bennett left the military for high-end private security, it was
supposed to soften her snarky attitude. Instead, her short fuse just earned her
a punishment of an assignment: protect smart-ass tech genius and Department of
Defense contractor Parker Livingston. It should have been easy—only no one
warned Georgia that Parker was one seriously drop-dead-gorgeous geek.
Georgia Bennett left the military for high-end private security, it was
supposed to soften her snarky attitude. Instead, her short fuse just earned her
a punishment of an assignment: protect smart-ass tech genius and Department of
Defense contractor Parker Livingston. It should have been easy—only no one
warned Georgia that Parker was one seriously drop-dead-gorgeous geek.
The last thing
Parker needs is a bodyguard, especially not one with killer curves and a sassy
mouth who tempts him to do something incredibly stupid. He’s too busy
investigating whoever is turning his technology against him and threatening his
team of covert operatives. But when an assassin sends Georgia and Parker
running for their lives, it might just be the explosive sexual chemistry and
the trust that’s building between them that saves their necks. Because the only
thing more dangerous than the combination of Parker’s intellect and Georgia’s
aim is their steadfast desire to protect each other, no matter the cost.
Parker needs is a bodyguard, especially not one with killer curves and a sassy
mouth who tempts him to do something incredibly stupid. He’s too busy
investigating whoever is turning his technology against him and threatening his
team of covert operatives. But when an assassin sends Georgia and Parker
running for their lives, it might just be the explosive sexual chemistry and
the trust that’s building between them that saves their necks. Because the only
thing more dangerous than the combination of Parker’s intellect and Georgia’s
aim is their steadfast desire to protect each other, no matter the cost.
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Excerpt
Georgia
squared her shoulders, tried on her practiced smile, lifted her fist, and
knocked. Then knocked some more. Then pounded on the industrial steel until her
fist hurt. What the hell was she supposed to do now? Ethan had clearly advised
against just letting herself in, but how long was she expected to stand outside
and wait?
squared her shoulders, tried on her practiced smile, lifted her fist, and
knocked. Then knocked some more. Then pounded on the industrial steel until her
fist hurt. What the hell was she supposed to do now? Ethan had clearly advised
against just letting herself in, but how long was she expected to stand outside
and wait?
Screw it.
She fished her keys out of her bag and unlocked the door. If the guy wasn’t
housebroken, well, she carried a Taser and could fix that quickly enough. It’d
get her fired—she could try to spin it in her own mind as the most electric
resignation ever—but the satisfaction of watching the inconsiderate jerk
squirm would be worth it. Probably. Maybe. Okay, so she’d keep the Taser in her
bag and stick with the fantasy.
She fished her keys out of her bag and unlocked the door. If the guy wasn’t
housebroken, well, she carried a Taser and could fix that quickly enough. It’d
get her fired—she could try to spin it in her own mind as the most electric
resignation ever—but the satisfaction of watching the inconsiderate jerk
squirm would be worth it. Probably. Maybe. Okay, so she’d keep the Taser in her
bag and stick with the fantasy.
Gripping
the welded handle with both hands, Georgia slid open the steel door. She’d
expected it to squeal and protest, given its age and condition, but it slid
open easily on silent tracks. Which made the appearance of the man standing on
the other side, staring blankly at her as if he had no clue how she’d appeared,
a little unnerving.
the welded handle with both hands, Georgia slid open the steel door. She’d
expected it to squeal and protest, given its age and condition, but it slid
open easily on silent tracks. Which made the appearance of the man standing on
the other side, staring blankly at her as if he had no clue how she’d appeared,
a little unnerving.
Smoothing
down her irritation, Georgia reminded herself she liked her job. “Mr.
Livingston?” He didn’t say anything. Didn’t blink. Didn’t move. “I’m Georgia
Bennett. With Somerton Security?” Nothing. Just a vacant stare. Worry crept in,
crowding out her irritation. Was the guy hurt? Drugged? “Mr. Livingston, are
you all right?”
down her irritation, Georgia reminded herself she liked her job. “Mr.
Livingston?” He didn’t say anything. Didn’t blink. Didn’t move. “I’m Georgia
Bennett. With Somerton Security?” Nothing. Just a vacant stare. Worry crept in,
crowding out her irritation. Was the guy hurt? Drugged? “Mr. Livingston, are
you all right?”
Georgia
inspected him from the top of his shaggy head to the bottom of his bare feet.
Ho-ly hell. Her mouth went dry. She’d seen a photo of him in the spread Wired
had done—a candid shot of a nerd, drawn and pale, hunched over a computer,
a No. 2 pencil clutched between his teeth and a gaunt cut to his features. But
this guy . . . this guy was . . . was, well, Georgia wasn’t
quite sure what he was. What she did know was that he didn’t just punch
all the right buttons; he lit ’em up like she’d hit the jackpot on the marquee
slot machine in Vegas.
inspected him from the top of his shaggy head to the bottom of his bare feet.
Ho-ly hell. Her mouth went dry. She’d seen a photo of him in the spread Wired
had done—a candid shot of a nerd, drawn and pale, hunched over a computer,
a No. 2 pencil clutched between his teeth and a gaunt cut to his features. But
this guy . . . this guy was . . . was, well, Georgia wasn’t
quite sure what he was. What she did know was that he didn’t just punch
all the right buttons; he lit ’em up like she’d hit the jackpot on the marquee
slot machine in Vegas.
No man had
any right to be so drop-dead sexy standing practically comatose in a gray,
threadbare T-shirt and a pair of navy-blue Jockeys that left little to the
imagination. Add in the sexed-up hair and sheet prints on his cheek and there
was just something warm and soft and utterly disarming about the guy. He was
lazy Sunday mornings after sex-against-the-wall Saturday nights.
any right to be so drop-dead sexy standing practically comatose in a gray,
threadbare T-shirt and a pair of navy-blue Jockeys that left little to the
imagination. Add in the sexed-up hair and sheet prints on his cheek and there
was just something warm and soft and utterly disarming about the guy. He was
lazy Sunday mornings after sex-against-the-wall Saturday nights.
Whew.
Nerds. Who knew?
Nerds. Who knew?
Author Bio
Elizabeth Dyer likes
her heroines smart and snarky, and her heroes strong and sexy. An attorney and
recent coffee devotee, Elizabeth spends the majority of her time tucked into a
corner table at Starbucks or pinned beneath her (overly affectionate) bullmastiff.
When she isn’t working or wrestling the dog, you can usually find Elizabeth
writing the types of sexy, suspenseful books she most loves to read.
her heroines smart and snarky, and her heroes strong and sexy. An attorney and
recent coffee devotee, Elizabeth spends the majority of her time tucked into a
corner table at Starbucks or pinned beneath her (overly affectionate) bullmastiff.
When she isn’t working or wrestling the dog, you can usually find Elizabeth
writing the types of sexy, suspenseful books she most loves to read.
A born-and-bred
Texan, Elizabeth resides in Dallas, where she indulges in Netflix marathons, Instagramming
her dog, and brunch. Definitely brunch. Adorably awkward,
Elizabeth hates the phone as much as she loves all the social-media things and
hearing from her readers. Follow her on Twitter (@lizdyerwrites) or Instagram
(@elizabethdyerwrites).
Texan, Elizabeth resides in Dallas, where she indulges in Netflix marathons, Instagramming
her dog, and brunch. Definitely brunch. Adorably awkward,
Elizabeth hates the phone as much as she loves all the social-media things and
hearing from her readers. Follow her on Twitter (@lizdyerwrites) or Instagram
(@elizabethdyerwrites).
Author Links
Defenseless by Elizabeth Dyer
Title: Defenseless (Somerton Security, Book 1)
Author: Elizabeth Dyer
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: December 1, 2017
Cover Designer: Montlake Publishing
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
When ex-marine Georgia Bennett left the military for high-end private security, it was supposed to soften her snarky attitude. Instead, her short fuse just earned her a punishment of an assignment: protect smart-ass tech genius and Department of Defense contractor Parker Livingston. It should have been easy—only no one warned Georgia that Parker was one seriously drop-dead-gorgeous geek.
The last thing Parker needs is a bodyguard, especially not one with killer curves and a sassy mouth who tempts him to do something incredibly stupid. He’s too busy investigating whoever is turning his technology against him and threatening his team of covert operatives. But when an assassin sends Georgia and Parker running for their lives, it might just be the explosive sexual chemistry and the trust that’s building between them that saves their necks. Because the only thing more dangerous than the combination of Parker’s intellect and Georgia’s aim is their steadfast desire to protect each other, no matter the cost.
Georgia squared her shoulders, tried on her practiced smile, lifted her fist, and knocked. Then knocked some more. Then pounded on the industrial steel until her fist hurt. What the hell was she supposed to do now? Ethan had clearly advised against just letting herself in, but how long was she expected to stand outside and wait?
Screw it. She fished her keys out of her bag and unlocked the door. If the guy wasn’t housebroken, well, she carried a Taser and could fix that quickly enough. It’d get her fired—she could try to spin it in her own mind as the most electric resignation ever—but the satisfaction of watching the inconsiderate jerk squirm would be worth it. Probably. Maybe. Okay, so she’d keep the Taser in her bag and stick with the fantasy.
Gripping the welded handle with both hands, Georgia slid open the steel door. She’d expected it to squeal and protest, given its age and condition, but it slid open easily on silent tracks. Which made the appearance of the man standing on the other side, staring blankly at her as if he had no clue how she’d appeared, a little unnerving.
Smoothing down her irritation, Georgia reminded herself she liked her job. “Mr. Livingston?” He didn’t say anything. Didn’t blink. Didn’t move. “I’m Georgia Bennett. With Somerton Security?” Nothing. Just a vacant stare. Worry crept in, crowding out her irritation. Was the guy hurt? Drugged? “Mr. Livingston, are you all right?”
Georgia inspected him from the top of his shaggy head to the bottom of his bare feet. Ho-ly hell. Her mouth went dry. She’d seen a photo of him in the spread Wired had done—a candid shot of a nerd, drawn and pale, hunched over a computer, a No. 2 pencil clutched between his teeth and a gaunt cut to his features. But this guy . . . this guy was . . . was, well, Georgia wasn’t quite sure what he was. What she did know was that he didn’t just punch all the right buttons; he lit ’em up like she’d hit the jackpot on the marquee slot machine in Vegas.
No man had any right to be so drop-dead sexy standing practically comatose in a gray, threadbare T-shirt and a pair of navy-blue Jockeys that left little to the imagination. Add in the sexed-up hair and sheet prints on his cheek and there was just something warm and soft and utterly disarming about the guy. He was lazy Sunday mornings after sex-against-the-wall Saturday nights.
Whew. Nerds. Who knew?
Elizabeth Dyer likes her heroines smart and snarky, and her heroes strong and sexy. An attorney and recent coffee devotee, Elizabeth spends the majority of her time tucked into a corner table at Starbucks or pinned beneath her (overly affectionate) bullmastiff. When she isn’t working or wrestling the dog, you can usually find Elizabeth writing the types of sexy, suspenseful books she most loves to read.
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