The Marines. The Few. The Proud. The toughest of badasses. And a Marine never, ever cries, even if she wants to.
Vanessa Britt loves her job with Mason Security until she gets her next assignment…guarding her ex-husband, or as she thinks of him, that dirty, rat-bastard who broke her spirit and her heart. She has never turned down an assignment, not in the Marines nor Mason Scurity , but protecting her ex might be harder than being a Marine.
Bestselling author Craig Devlin has money, prestige and a seriously deranged stalker who wants him dead. When the love of his life shows up as his personal bodyguard, he decides to seduce her back into his life and his bed.
Once dead bodies start turning up, Craig and Vanessa must join forces to keep him from being dead body number three. Note:
This book was previously published in Brotherhood Protectors World.
Is available in the following formats:
2 edition (May 10, 2017)
New cover and title 2022
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(Previously Texas Marine Mayhem)
Texas Marine Mayhem by Cynthia D’Alba is more proof that Ms. D’Alba can write a book that will keep your rear glued to the chair and your kindle glued to your hand. Ms. D’Alba has delivered a book that is not only well-written, but is also loaded with outstanding characters. Vanessa is sent as a bodyguard to protect her ex-husband Craig. Their story is loaded with drama, humor, action, suspense and sexy bits. I enjoyed every page of this book and look forward to reading more from Cynthia D’Alba soon. Texas Marine Mayhem is book 3 of the Big Branch, Texas Series but can be read as a standalone. This is a complete book, not a cliff-hanger.
Texas Marine Mayhem: It was a fantastic story of suspense and romance. I loved that Cynthia D’Alba chose to have a female lead that was in the Marines. I loved the reverse rolls in the story. The story was written very well and Cynthia D’Alba did not let her readers down. I love that Vanessa was doing her job the best she could even though it’s to protect her ex-husband the writer. Loved all the surprises that were happening to Craig and Vanessa. Grat Job Cynthia!
WOW just wow talk about a book that keeps you guessing holding you spellbound until the end. What a fast pace, thrilling exciting read that you will have no trouble reading at one setting. Vanessa is my hero the way she handles herself is amazing. I know I could not have taken a job as a bodyguard keeping my ex safe, I would be the one who would want to do him in. I most likely would have found the killer and say hey let me help you…just teasing but no way would I have done what she did.
The author throws some shocking things into the mix as dead bodies start turning up leaving us guessing who the stalker may be. One thing for sure there is some very hot action going on behind the scenes when Vanessa and Craig turns the heat up on more ways than one. I totally loved this book from the plot to the wonderful characters. I really liked that the past characters even came for a short visit it was really nice to see them again.
Vanessa has grown in so many ways from the innocent she was when Craig married her. She has grown into a wonderful sassy lady that doesn’t have any problem kicking a few tails all the way. Craig has loved her for so many years but he loves the new her even more. He just has to work out how to get her back. Vanessa loves him but he did a number on her that goes way beyond pain. No way No how is she going to let him back in. To top that all off there is a killer out there wanting one or both of them dead.
The author brings a wonderful story that blends so well with the last book she wrote in this series. Giving you a delightful and at times funny read that keeps you on your toes. I loved how the story builds, the twists and turns, the excitement and the ending. I had a wonderful sad smile on my face as I got to the last page. I was glad it ended the way it did but was so sad to let them go. I really wanted this story to go on. There are some major shocks that left my mouth hung open and my eyes big. I even got a chill a time or two as these to hunt down the stalker and taken them on. If you are looking for a thrilling exciting read that you won’t be able to put down you really should pick this up and give it a try you won’t be sorry.
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This woman…this beautiful woman had a thing for him?
His circulatory system shunted all his blood to his groin, which swelled with interest and desire.
“Drake? What are you doing here?” she repeated.
For an additional second, he reconsidered why he’d come. What if Leo had been wrong? Crap. What if he made a total fool of himself?
He cleared his throat. “Do you have a minute? I thought we could talk.”
She picked up the wiggling dog and cocked her head. “About what? You pretty much made your position clear at Leo’s.”
He walked down the porch steps to where she stood on her walkway. “Yeah, about that. I need to apologize.” He tapped the side of his head. “Brain fog.”
“Great,” she said with fake enthusiasm. “Apology accepted.” She swept past him and climbed onto her porch.
“Wait.” He followed her. “What’s his name?” he asked, stroking her dog’s head.
The puppy squirmed in her arms. Drake leaned over and the animal licked his nose.
“Her name is Killer,” KC said.
“Can I?” Drake held out his hands to take the puppy. KC passed her over.
“Killer? Why, this little lady doesn’t look like a killer.” He nuzzled the dog’s fur. The puppy darted her pink tongue out and tickled his face with tiny licks.
“You’re just lucky I don’t give the command to kill. She’d rip your lips right off your face.”
He chuckled. “You mean lick my lips right off my face, right?”
She sighed and opened her door. “C’mon in, I guess. If you insist.”
Killer—Drake had serious doubts that was the dog’s real name—and he followed KC into the house. They stood in the foyer as she unclipped the dog’s leash.
“You don’t have to hold her. She’s done her business outside so she can run around.”
He set the tiny bundle on the floor. “What breed is she?”
“Yorkie. She turned six months old last week. Want something to drink?”
“Just water. I’ve had my beer quota for today.” They turned to the right and he followed her into a large, bright kitchen.
“I haven’t.” She pulled a bottle of beer and a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
“Nice place,” he said, taking the water and allowing his gaze to roam. The hardwood floor from the entry continued here. The dark gold and black granite countertops were set off by the glossy white of the cabinets. The black appliances complimented the black swirl in the granite.
The area behind the sink opened up on the dining room just beyond it. Through that large opening, there was an expansive view of a golf fairway.
She shrugged at his comment. “Let’s go to the living room and you can tell me really why you’re here.”
He followed her through the adjacent dining room and then down three steps to a sunken living room. The room had a back circular wall comprised completely of glass, providing the view of the golf course he’d admired from the kitchen. He realized that the sunken room kept the incredible view available to anyone in the kitchen or the dining room.
She dropped into a plush off-white leather recliner. Killer—that just couldn’t be this dog’s name—followed them, her nails clicking faintly on the hardwood. As soon as KC sat, the puppy stood on her hind legs to be picked up, which KC did. She stroked the dog’s head, sat back and waited.
A large, butter-yellow overstuffed leather sofa beckoned to him. He sat and took a large gulp of water. First to dilute the beer floating around in his gut. Second, to put some moisture in his mouth and down his throat, both of which had turned to dust the minute he saw KC standing on her walk. And third, to buy him some time as he tried to find the words he wanted to say.
KC waved her hand in a get-on-with-it gesture. He nodded. “Leo said—”
“Oh God. Leo sent you here?” she snarled. “I’m going to kill him.”
“Don’t kill him yet. He sort of knocked me upside the head and rattled my brain enough that what you said this afternoon finally sank through my thick skull. You really want to go with me to the Sand Castle?”
She dropped her head against the headrest. “Great. Just freaking great. You have rattled brains, and because of that you’ve come to see me.”
He laughed. “Not exactly.” He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. His movement caught the attention of the puppy, who jumped down and ran over to him. The ball of furry energy danced around his feet and Drake picked her up. If she weighed a pound, he’d be shocked. The puppy wiggled and climbed up to his face, again smearing it with her puppy tongue.
“Traitor,” KC said.
“Me or Killer? And what is her name? It isn’t Killer.” He nuzzled his nose on the puppy’s head. “This baby isn’t a killer of anything.”
“Ha! You haven’t seen the heel of my leather boot.” He grinned. “Her name is Jasmine. I call her Jazz.”
At the mention of her name, the puppy’s head snapped toward her owner and she immediately began struggling to get down. Drake set Jazz on the floor and she scurried to KC, who shook her head and picked her up.
“She’s rotten,” she said, but there was no fire behind her words.
Drake leaned back on the sofa and crossed an ankle over a knee. “Okay, as I was saying, do you want to go with me on vacation? You sort of caught me off guard this afternoon, and I’m sorry for being so slow on the uptake. I’d love for you to come with me.” He drained the remaining water and set the empty bottle on the side table. “But you need to know that I reserved a one-bedroom suite.
I’ll sleep on the couch, you don’t have to worry. You can have the bed.”
KC set the puppy down and leaned forward. “You’re asking me to go with you on vacation?”
“Yep. My treat.”
“And you’re not going to make me sleep with you?”
He shrugged and made himself maintain eye contact when what he wanted to do was look anywhere but at her. Damn. Her voice was a little tight and high with that last question. Now what had he done wrong? He didn’t think he’d
ever understand women.
“Right.” He dragged the word out. “No obligation.”
She drained her beer. The empty bottle dangled from the tips of her fingers. The side of her cheek sucked as she rolled it between her teeth.
“So no sex. That’s what you’re saying? I just want to make sure there are no misunderstandings this time.”
He nodded. “Sure.”
She echoed his nod and then set her bottle on the floor. “Well then, in that case, no.”
His head popped back. “What?”
Leaning toward him, she said, “No sex, no trip.”
This time, he swallowed hard. Crossed and uncrossed his legs. Adjusted his position on the sofa. “Explain exactly what you’re saying. Use small words and short sentences. I don’t think my mind is hearing correctly this afternoon.”
“Here’s the deal, Doc. I want a vacation with the five S’s. Sand. Surf. Sun. Spa. And sex.” She leaned back in her chair. “And not necessarily in that order.”
“So you want to sleep with me?”
“I want a two-week torrid, scorching-hot affair. No holds barred. Then, we walk away. No harm. No foul. Those are my terms.” She stared into his eyes. “Take it or leave it.”