(WALKER SECURITY #3)
RELEASE DATE: JANUARY 23, 2018
BY BESTSELLING AUTHOR LISA RENEE JONES
About Falling Under
A new sexy standalone from Lisa Renee Jones…
Ex-special forces, Jacob King, is a man who keeps to himself, having learned the hard way that letting people close to you, trusting them, might just get you killed. A lesson he learned when members of his Special Ops team turned dirty, while others, men he considered friends, died. He made them pay. He made them hurt. He put them in jail. And so he doesn’t trust anyone anymore. He keeps his women hot and fast, his friends few to none, and his clients through the elite Walker Security at a professional distance, but safe.
It works for him. Until it doesn’t.
His newest job should be simple and cut and dry. Jewel Carpenter, the daughter of the CEO of Carpenter Enterprises, is receiving death threats. He’s to protect her and find out who is issuing the treats.
Simple. Cut and Dry.
Until it’s not.
Until the chemistry between he and Jewel is all about love, hate, and sex. But even as he fights the attraction to Jewel and discovers there is more to her than meets the eye, the real threat comes not from the threats she’s receiving, but the connection she has to him. Because his past has come full circle, and those men he’s made pay for their sins now want him to pay. And what better way than the woman in his bed?
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“Just to be clear,” he says, his voice low and rough. “I’m breaking every rule I own with you. I don’t fuck women I’m protecting.”
“You could hand me over to someone else,” I suggest, “and it won’t matter.”
“Not a chance in hell,” he says, his hand sliding under my hair to cup my neck. “We’ll break the rules together.”
“I’m not sure I like how you do ‘together’.”
“I’ll make sure you do,” he promises, his lips slanting over mine, and this time he kisses me like he owns me, like he wants to control me, and like I really am his, like I belong to him, and in this very moment, I can honestly say
I am. I want him, and I can’t get enough of him.
And how can it ever be enough when he’s this damn impossibly hot, and he’s such a damn good kisser. The way he makes me want his mouth on every part of me and the way he makes me want my mouth on every part of him. And so, there it is. I’m his, but I’m going to make damn sure he’s mine, too. I kiss him back as passionately as he’s kissing me. I meet him stroke for stroke, arching into him, telling him I am here and present, and I’m not even close to afraid of him or of this. He doesn’t get to control me. He isn’t making me do this. I control me, and I choose him and this.
Arching into him, his shoulder holster and mine are in the way, and I want them gone. I want him naked. Just to be certain that he knows that’s where I want this to go, my hand presses between us and I stroke the hard line of his shaft. He groans low in his throat, a sexy rough sound that tells me he gets the point. This isn’t his show. It’s ours. It’s us together, or there is no show, with or without our clothes on.
His reaction is to tear his mouth from mine, his lips lingering there though, as if he wants to kiss me again, and just when I would kiss him again, he leans away just enough to shrug out of his jacket. I take one step backward, and do the same with my blazer. I reach down and pull off my boots and he does the same. Next, we disconnect our shoulder holsters, and the truth is, it’s the first time I’ve ever been with a man who is probably more armed than me. That feels significant when it perhaps is not. He’s not a cop. He’s not that kind of career complication. He’s a Green-fucking-Beret, and one hell of a hot one, for that matter.
He sets his weapon on the couch and snags my hand, walking me toward him and taking my holster and weapon as he does. “Just making sure you don’t end up shooting me before this is over,” he says, setting it with his before shackling my hip.
“I told you I’ll wait until after the orgasms.”
“Careful,” he says, a hint of a smile on his lips again. “I might hold that orgasm and you captive.”
“You can try,” I say, but my head isn’t in the game in this moment, and somehow my hand is on his face, right by the almost smile, that seems to have complicated what should be sex, an escape, a way to pull back the emotions that umbrella stirred in me. That smile reminds me that Mr. Robot is his wall, his way to cope with death, with whatever makes him protect Jesse Marks.
He captures my hand. “What are you thinking?”
“That you have on too many clothes,” I say, before I let this go someplace emotional, somewhere that two people like us never want to go.
My hands press under his shirt, but he doesn’t immediately give me what I want. He studies me for several beats and then kisses me hard and fast. Too fast, but I get over it when he pulls his shirt off. He cups my face and kisses me, his hand sliding up my shirt, his touch fire that has me helping him pull my shirt over my head. Letting him drag me to him where he now sits on the couch. I straddle him, my bra somehow gone by the time I’m there. But my hands press to his shoulders, and I hold him at bay. “I will still arrest you if I need to,” I promise. “This doesn’t change that.”
“You aren’t going to arrest me any more than you hate me.” He glances down at my chest, his gaze a hot caress as it rakes over my breasts, my nipples, before his eyes meet mine. “Because you know I’m protecting you.”
I ignore the ache between my thighs. Or I try. “From what? The slayer or the Jesse Marks damage patrol?”
His hand slides between my shoulder blades and he molds my chest to his. “Do you really want to talk about Jesse Marks right now? Because if you ask me questions, I’m going to ask you questions when I’d much rather be inside you, giving you as many reasons as I can not to arrest me. But you pick. Conversation or fucking.”
“Both,” I say, because it’s the truth. I want answers and I want the conversation my emotions are having in my head to shut up. “Fucking first.” I push away from him and stand up, unbuttoning my pants, sliding them down my hips, and he watches me with that unreadable, robot expression that is admittedly sexy as hell. I press my lips to his and that’s all it takes.
We are crazy, hot, kissing, his hands on my breasts, my nipples, my neck. I can’t touch him enough. I can’t feel him enough, can’t get close enough, and that’s new to me. I don’t need anyone the way I feel I need this man. I don’t want to need anyone this much, but it’s too late. At least, right here, right now, I do. He rolls us to our sides, facing one another, the wide cushion of the couch more than holding us and the next kiss isn’t fast and frenzied. It’s long, drugging, and somewhere in the midst of his tongue stroking my tongue, I end up on my back with the heavy weight of him on top of me…
My Review of Falling Under
Falling Under: a Walker Security standalone novel by Lisa Renee Jones
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Falling Under, a standalone Walker Security novel by favorite author Lisa Renee Jones, is probably my favorite of this now 3-book series, and it’s all about the characters.
Jacob King, or “Tin Man” as his Walker colleagues call him, is an alpha beast of a man; a stunningly handsome, foreboding former Green Beret who’s also a lethal assassin with dark, painful secrets that have come to define how he relates to the world around him. He’s smart, cunning, and dangerous, a man who thrives on the adrenaline rush that comes with the most potentially risky and life-threatening assignments; but, more than that, he’s a man who feels he has nothing to live for other than putting himself in mortal danger. It allows him to insulate himself from close relationships and avoid intimate ones altogether. Until he meets Jewel Carpenter.
Jewel – or Detective Carpenter as she prefers to be called – is a steely woman in a man’s world: the New York City police department. Following in her late uncle’s footsteps, Jewel has established herself as a savvy, fearless, street-smart investigator, aware that every case is an opportunity to prove herself equal to her masculine colleagues on the force; always needing to make her uncle proud. She prefers being alone, focused solely on the next arrest and conviction. Until she meets Jacob.
Jacob is hired to protect Jewel when threats from an unknown stalker place her life in danger. However, as you might expect, Jewel neither wants or thinks she needs his protection. He’s a distraction, a nuisance, a force to be reckoned with that she wants to hate, but can’t. She can, however, push every one of his buttons. Likewise, Jacob’s simple protection assignment is made nearly impossible as he is forced to fight with Jewel over every decision, every minute. The two of them together are like a wildfire approaching an oil refinery: Combustible. Explosive. And when the sparks that fly between them ignite, each is quickly overtaken by the flames of long-suppressed passion and all-consuming desire. It takes awhile, but it’s well worth the wait to see this alpha male and his alpha female counterpart struggle for control in a situation that’s anything but. Written in dual POV, the story tells itself in two distinct voices that will linger with you long after you finish reading.
Falling Under is suspenseful from start to finish. There are twists, turns, and misdirections galore in the search for Jewel’s enigmatic, clever, and unrelenting stalker. Even with the power of Walker Security at their disposal, it feels as if the stalker is always one step ahead, and one step closer to claiming victory. This sets up even more conflict between Jacob and Jewel as their decisions are now affected by their growing need for each other. This leads to a climax that is anything but expected and the reader is carried away, first by a sense of triumph and then by a powerful, palpable sense of loss. This is the first book in the series that brought me to tears. And it was totally worth it.
The pacing is perfect and the sex scenes are, as usual, erotically breath-taking and panty-melting, providing a break from the suspense and providing intimate insight into the needs and vulnerabilities of each primary character. The supporting cast of Walker brothers, wives, and colleagues from the previous books in the series provides a welcoming sense of relief–and hope–just when you need it most. You can’t help but feel a connection to the Walker clan, even if you start with this novel as a standalone. Although I think it might be more enjoyable if read in the series in order, you won’t miss anything significant if you start with this latest release. I guarantee you’ll be hooked to the point that you’ll want to one-click Deep Under and Pulled Under by the time you close the last page of this one.
If you’re in the mood to get lost in a romantic suspense novel, Falling Under, with its two feisty, kick-ass primary characters is like watching WWE with great sex. You might know how you think it will end, but it will keep you guessing–and spellbound–from beginning to end.
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