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The Take It Off series is quickly becoming one of my go to series for well written and highly entertaining erotic suspense stories. Book 9, Taste, focuses on Elle Bond and Spencer Waller. Elle is the personal chef for the President and his family, and Spencer is one of the Secret Service Agents responsible for keeping the President safe. There’s always been a mutual attraction between Elle and Spencer, but due to their time consuming jobs and Elle’s life as a single mother, neither has acted on their feelings, but when Elle’s life and the life of her son, Jack, are threatened, Spencer steps in and vows to protect them with his life. Spencer’s finally ready to act on his feelings for Elle, and while the timing could have been better, he sees it as the perfect opportunity to use his skills as a body guard to make sure that no harm comes to the woman he wants a future with, but as the threats continue, will Spencer be able to ensure that he can remain focused on his duties as an agent without allowing his personal feelings to compromise the situation? Pick up a copy of Taste to see how it all plays out.
One of the main reasons I love Cambria Hebert’s stories is because she creates fantastic main characters. Even though her heroines go through harrowing experiences, they always manage to keep going and stand up for themselves. They are strong women who protect those they love at all costs. This is exactly the type of person Elle is. She will do whatever she needs to, to ensure her son and mother are safe, and everything that she’s overcome to become the personal chef for the President proves how motivated she is to make her own future despite what she’s had to endure to get there. Hebert’s heroes are the quintessential alpha male who dominate in and outside the bedroom. They are fiercely loyal and protect what’s theirs despite the harm that could possible come to them. As a trained protector, Spencer understands how easily events can go from bad to worse, so once he steps in to protect Elle and her family, that’s his sole focus. He may only be a novice at being in a relationship, but Spencer definitely understands how to be loyal and protective to his woman.
Taste is a quick and steamy read that will have readers guessing until the end who’s responsible for the threat against the President. I love the chemistry between Spencer and Elle even when they’re dealing with life or death situations. Elle may be afraid of what will happen to her family, but she allows Spencer to take care of both her body and her mind while the situation plays out, proving how much faith she has in the man who seems to own her heart.
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4.5 poison apples
Excerpt 1:From this close I could see the scruff growing in on his jaw area, it was dark blond too and made him look totally delicious.
Holding my shirt up with one hand he reached out with the other, gliding his fingers across my stomach, just below my ribcage. “Here?” he whispered, staring at the area.
I nodded, not bothering to glance down. The skin stung lightly as he caressed it. I didn’t care. Frankly, it could hurt like hell and I still would have let him touch it. Desire suffused my limbs, making them heavy. I felt goose bumps break out over my bare skin, and maybe I should have been embarrassed at my reaction because really there wasn’t anything sexual to what he was doing but my body sure as well acted like there was.
He frowned a little when my muscled trembled beneath him and glanced up. “Does it hurt?”
I shook my head, unable to speak.
“It’s just red. No blisters,” he answered, not looking back down at the “burn” but not pulling his fingers away either. Spencer watched me as he dragged the tops of his knuckles down the curve of my waist and moved across my navel.
“You burned anywhere else?” he rumbled in a low, throaty tone.
Man, I wish I was. I wished I could point out a thousand injuries just to give him a reason to not lift his hand.
“No,” I whispered.
He glided his hand over my hip and curved his palm around the dip in my waist, tugging me just a little bit closer. Just one step… that’s all I needed to take to bring my bare waist up against his body.
I tilted my head back when he bent, lowering his face toward mine. I anticipated his kiss, I craved it… part of me thought I might need it.
He stopped just inches away, his heavy lidded eyes spearing mine. “Nice drawers,” he whispered.
It took me a second to realize what he said, I was too far under his spell.
But when his lips turned up in an onery smirk his words penetrated my lust laden brain I gasped and leaped back, pulling my shirt from his hand and yanking it down over my “drawers”.
“Oh my God!” I burst out. “You are such a pig!”
He laughed. “What? I was paying you a compliment.”
I groaned, still yanking at the hem of my shirt. “You’re making fun of me!” I challenged.
He laid a hand over his heart and looked at me solemnly. “I do swear that no one wears polka dots like you do.”
I. Was. Going. To. Die. Of embarrassment.
Excerpt 2:The room was completely silent except for the light scrawling of my pen across paper. Maybe that’s why I heard the sound.
It was a low scraping sound, like wood rubbing against wood. I tilted my head, confused. It was an odd sound to hear in the middle of the night, something I might not even think twice about if it were daylight.
But it wasn’t.
A muffled thump overhead caused my entire body to tighten like a shoelace with a double knot. My head snapped back to stare up at the ceiling.
I was being crazy.
I was being paranoid.
Thump.
There was someone in the apartment!
A surge of adrenaline so powerful it blurred my vision for a few seconds rocketed through me. My brain tried to think as my body went into overdrive. That first sound, someone had opened a window upstairs. The thump was when that someone dropped their up-to-no-good ass into my house.
Still clutching the pen, I raced for the stairs, out of my mind with fear. All the times my mother told me I needed to get a landline phone installed haunted me in that moment. My only means of calling for help was upstairs, beside my bed, in the form of my smart phone.
She was never going to let me hear the end of this.
If I survive. The thought floated through my head like a vicious taunt. Another light scuffling sound upstairs had my heart thumping even harder.
My God, it might not be me they hurt!
I wasn’t quiet on my way up the old wooden steps. In fact, I sounded like a herd of elephants that needed to lose about twenty pounds.
Good.
It would draw all the attention of the no good dirty rotten bastards in here.
Come get me, assholes.
It was dark upstairs except for the nightlight that lit up the hallway. Against the long wall across from that light, I saw a dark, lurking shadow pass. I gasped and my blood pressure skyrocketed so high that my scalp likely should have blown off the top of my head.
Holy shit, this was scary.
But I had to be strong. I had to be a fighter. I was a fighter.
The intruder appeared at the top of the stairs, slipping out of my bedroom just as I cleared the top step. His body tensed when he saw me, and then he rushed me without warning.
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