About Guardian Angel
by Sean Michael
107 pages / 37800 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-897-5, 1-60370-897-9
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc, epub, and Sony Reader pdf
Country singer Daniel can't understand why anyone would want him dead,
or why anyone would think he's important enough to kidnap. So it comes
as a complete surprise when attempts are made on his life and he's
appointed Rafe, a G-man guardian angel. Rafe is determined to protect
Daniel, even from himself, but it’s not an easy job.
Rafe finally takes Daniel off to the middle of nowhere, which gives them
time to pursue other things, like each other. Too much R&R might just
make them sloppy, though, and sloppy could get them killed. Can they
survive fighting for their lives, and falling in love?
Compilation of the Chaser series Guardian Angel.
Sample
1 - Flight or Fight
Hat?
Check.
Levis?
Check.
Six-string?
Hoo-boy.
Daniel smiled at Ben and Roxy, nodded when they gave him the thumbs-up.
The crowd was screaming as the band played the opening chords of 'Damned
Fine' and he took a deep, deep breath. Okay, Daniel. Time to show 'em what
all you got.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Dusty Young!"
The lights blinded him for a second, swirling blue and red and yellow, but
he was expecting it, his fingers moving on the guitar strings automatically.
The crowd was loud enough he couldn't hear himself play and he could feel it
surge forward.
Security, dressed head to toe in denim pushed them back, keeping the
screaming fans from getting to the stage.
He shook his ass, leaning down into the mic and started singing, pitching
his voice deep and husky, grinning as the crowd went wild. Hell, yes.
The girls up front tossed him flowers and underwear, one trying to toss
herself on stage. A dark-haired security guard caught her around the waist
and put her back on her feet in the midst of the crowd.
Man, if they only knew what a waste of silky panties that was. He moved
across the stage, dancing with Timmy and Darla, tsking under his breath as
the two of them flirted wildly with each other. Horndogs.
The show went off without a hitch, Daniel feeding off the audience, getting
more and more pumped the longer the show went on. That fed the audience in
return and near to the end of the final set of songs a girl got past
security and onto the stage, launching herself at him. He stepped back,
instinctively. The flash of metal startled him, and he put his hands up,
stumbling over some cords. Someone large and denim-dressed pushed the girl
out of the way before wrapping around him and pulling him toward the wings.
"Jesus fucking Christ. Did she have a gun?" He stumbled along, heart just
pounding. "Where are we going?"
"Leaving the fucking building. Are you hurt anywhere, Mr. Young?" The arms
around him were strong, the security guard tall, muscled, voice deep.
"Leaving the... but I got a show to finish! The label's going fucking burn
me."
"Protocol is to get you out of the building until it's cleared, Mr. Young."
"Cleared? You don't just..." A series of shots rang out and he went stiff.
"Jesus fucking Christ! Tell me my band's being moved."
Sweet fuck.
Was he hurt?
Did he even know?
Shit.
Shitshitshit.
Mr. Muscles started running, pulling him along, not saying a word, just
pulling him through the winding corridors of the concert hall.
Suddenly they were out and he was being hustled into the back of a car, his
security guard coming with him.
He shook his head, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. "My
guys. I need to get my guys."
"You suddenly bullet-proof?" His protector nodded to the driver. "Get us out
of here."
The car peeled away, leaving the concert hall behind.