Title: Dirty Dealers
Author: Tia Louise
Published by Self-Published
Release Date January 24, 2017
Genres: Erotic Romance, Romantic Suspense
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My job is to protect.
I’m the best, the king’s elite.
She’s the only thing strong enough to make me look away.

Logan Hunt is a guard. He’s constantly aware of his surroundings; he knows every angle; he searches and rescues. He’ll take a bullet.

His new assignment is to protect the queen regent, keep his eyes on her at all times. He’s more than up to the task…

Until a face from his past returns, and the one mission he’s sworn to complete becomes his biggest liability.

Dirty Dealers is an all-new stand-alone contemporary romantic suspense. It features secrets, lies, double-crosses, angst, a touch of darkness, and panty-melting sexy times.

Title: Dirty Dealers

Genre: Erotic Romantic Suspense

Cover Design: By Hang Le

Photography: Sara Eirew

Author: Tia Louise

Release Date: January 24, 2017

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Excerpt

Logan

“Cassandra, wait!” Reaching out, I grasp her arm, positioning myself in front of her, blocking her progress. I can’t let her disappear without a word. It’s been so long.

Her voice is flustered, and she still won’t meet my eyes. “Leave me alone or I’ll call security!”

That almost makes me laugh, considering who I am. I release her, but I won’t let her pass. “Don’t you remember me?” Studying her face, I see her blinking quickly. Is she trying not to cry? Is she afraid?

“It’s me,” I say as gently as possible. “Logan.”

“I can’t believe you recognized me,” she says not looking up.

My stomach tightens with a sensation I haven’t felt in years at the soft sound of her voice. “How could I not? You haven’t changed a bit.”

“Not a bit?” Is she teasing me?

“Well, you’re not wearing a bikini,” I say going for warmth.

She’s elegant and sophisticated as hell in her little black dress, but I still recognize the feisty, skinny girl with long pale hair, running through the surf in shorts and a tank top and bare feet.

We’d spent every waking minute together, before I was sent away for training. Ten months in the desert, and I came back to find her gone.

Her eyes flutter and her chin drops. I want to catch it and lift it, pull her into my arms and hold her like I used to all those years ago, every single day that summer. My last summer…

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