Nadia has been an erotic author of BDSM novels for years. She is no stranger to her work bringing out the crazy in some people. However, she was not prepared for a stalker and had no idea the lengths he would go to in order to have her.
Desperate when the police are unable to help, Nadia turns to a highly rated security team for protection. Although they looked more like GQ models than bodyguards, Nadia puts her trust and her life into their safekeeping.
From the moment she walked into their offices, Caleb and Jonas knew that there was nothing they wouldn’t do to keep Nadia safe. Upon discovering the type of books she writes, they are floored because she has no idea that they are active members of not one but two BDSM clubs and had both reached Master status long ago.
As the two men guard her body and strive to win her heart there is one out there who will stop at nothing to claim what his twisted mind has convinced him is his. Including the murder anyone who stands in his way.
**Guarding Nadia is a Novella and comes with THREE never before Published (in a book) scenes from Lainey’s New York series.**
This was a short read. But it was really good. I loved the whole concept of a BDSM author winds up with Masters as protectors from a crazy guy, although she didn’t know it. I did guess who it was from the very beginning. And no, I won’t tell you who it was, you will have to read it to find out.
Caleb and Jonas are the type of men that gets me going. They are hot and dominant. What more can you ask of them. Nadia needs them. She was kind of naive with the whole stalker thing.
Lainey lives in beautiful Washington State. She’s the youngest of five and has always wanted to be a writer. Her first novel, -A Table for Three- was nominated for best debut novel of 2010 by the Romance Review and marked a dream come true for Lainey.
With her third published release -Damaged Goods-, Lainey saw another of her dreams realized when she took a leap of faith to become a full-time author and left the safety net of a day job behind. Now she spends her days writing, with her dog at her feet and a cat curled in her lap, and asks herself a dozen times a day; how’d I ever get so lucky?