MINE TO PROTECT
Author: Kennedy L. Mitchell
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: April 8, 2019
About the Book
Recruited to the FBI Cas Mathews has one focus – catch the killer. That’s until officer Alta Johnson shoves her way on to the team, making him fantasize about the delicious curves she hides beneath her park ranger uniform. Alta’s natural beauty catches his immediate attention, but the strength behind her fierce gaze is what holds him captive – demanding he learns more about her.
As the team grows close, the serial killer shifts focus putting them all in danger. Cas should walk away before their sizzling attraction distracts him and gets them both killed. But as the threat pushes Cas and Alta closer, the temptation turns too hot for either to resist.
With their focus diverted the threat zeroes in, catching everyone off guard. Figuring out the players in the killer’s cat and mouse game is key to Alta’s survival. Cas swore he would protect her but with the clues carefully hidden, can he figure it out before Alta disappears for good?
Mine to Protect is a standalone, romantic thriller novel based in the beautiful mountains of the Rocky Mountain National Park.
“Will he be able to save her in time? 5 stars”
Alta has had a rough life and is just a shell of herself. Then the disappearance of women at her park brings in the FBI. With the FBI comes Cas to help assist on the case. He’s cold and savage. What Cas never expected was Alta, the woman brings him back to life. She makes him feel possessive and warm for the first time in years. The question is will these two catch the killer before they get to Alta?
I love twisted suspense romances. I loved how shut off Cas was and how he couldn’t help but open up under Alta’s eyes. She literally brought him back to life. I loved how Alta didn’t let her past completely control her. She found a way to cope even if it wasn’t up to some people’s standards. So, you have these two who can’t stay away from each other and you also have Chandler who is the FBI agent working close with them. He was the perfect secondary character cheering them on from the get go. Will these three be able to stop women from disappearing and figure out what’s really going on? Only one way to find out.
I solidly enjoyed Mine to Protect. I somewhat saw the twist in the story. I didn’t see the who but I saw the circumstance surrounding the case of missing women. Mitchell wrote the story cleverly enough to give you an idea but not a definitive one. If you take a chance on Mine to Protect I don’t think you’ll regret it. I hope, we sometime get Chandler’s story.
About the Author
Kennedy lives in Dallas with her husband, son, and 80lb Goldendoodle who still believes he’s a lap dog. A bookworm at heart, Kennedy loves to snuggle up in bed or by the campfire with an unputdownable book. She began writing two years ago with Falling for the Chance and has no plans of stopping. Her novels are witty, action-packed, and offer enough steam for a great facial. If you like strong heroines and sexy, tattooed men who can’t keep their hands off them, then this author is the one for you.
“Stay away from me, Lady.”
Her eyes met mine, daring her to push back. “What? I didn’t mean—”
“I’m not the man you think I am. I’m an asshole with more control issues than they can diagnose. I’m not a nice guy.”
“But I’m safe,” she whispered in a voice so fragile, it chipped at my resolve to stay away for her sake.
Fuck, that weak voice cracked every restraint I had. All she wanted to be was safe, and that was the one thing I could offer. “No one—I repeat, no one will touch you while I’m here. That is a fact you shouldn’t question.”
Her tight shoulders dropped, her lips parted in a relieved sigh. There was trust there, trust I hadn’t earned yet, but still she gave it—to me, a nobody.
Narrowing my eyes, I crouched directly in front of her, inching closer until her back pressed against the brick hearth. Inches from her nose, I inhaled each of her shaky breaths, savoring the heated fear that pulsed off her as her eyes darkened with lust. She needed to be scared of me, to run in the opposite direction.
Still I dared another inch closer, hoping she’d push me off, praying she wouldn’t.
I slid a hand around the hot skin of her delicate neck.
“I don’t know how to be gentle, Lady,” I growled.
Her breath hitched at the minuscule squeeze of my fingers around her throat.
“What if I don’t want gentle?” she breathed.
“What do you want?”
Light brown brows pulled together in thought, but her hazel eyes stayed locked with mine. “You.”