Sybil Bartel

The Marines trained me to set my sights and wait for the shot. For eight years, I guarded my brothers and defended my country. Now I protect my clients. My personal security firm is the best in the business because I leave nothing to chance… until a dark-haired, hazel-eyed spitfire crosses my path. She and her sexy-as-hell striptease were supposed to be a one-night distraction. But too late I noticed the branding on her back and my blood ran cold....

Breacher. Navy SEAL. Mercenary. Being a breacher on the Teams wasn't a job, it was my drug of choice. Detonating charges, the blast waves going through me, I lived for the rush of tactical explosive breaching. As long as I kept my brothers safe and didn't eat a piece of frag, I never looked past my next mission... until I screwed up. Miscalculating a blast zone, I took a hit. Then I was benched from active duty, told I'd taken one too many subconcussive...

Pilot. Marine. Mercenary. My first memory was in the cockpit of a plane. My second was of a uniform. All I'd ever wanted was to be a pilot. The Marines gave me wings and I gave them my all. Half a dozen deployments, countless flight hours-I knew the controls in the cockpit better than I knew my own name. I never made mistakes. But war didn't care how good you were. One surface-to-air missile and my career was over. Thinking I'd left dangerous...

Three years ago, Layna Blair listened in horror over a telephone line as her parents were murdered. When the killer said she was next, Layna panicked and made a deadly deal his secret in exchange for her life. She's paid the price every day since, becoming a prisoner in plain sight. Marine Sergeant Blaze Johnson offers Layna a way out her freedom, his rules, no questions asked and she takes it, despite knowing what her keepers do to people who get...

Bodyguard. Protector. Security Detail. I wasn't supposed to join the Marines and serve three tours. I'd been groomed to be another kind of warrior. Since I could walk, I'd been primed to take over the family business. Build the real estate empire bigger, ruthlessly fight my way to the top--make everyone richer. Instead, I'd enlisted. Wanting to protect my country, not a bank account, I'd turned my back on the family business and given the Marines...

My childhood stolen. My future robbed. My life had been hijacked since before I was born. Every day I woke with air in my lungs was a reminder of what I'd lost. But I didn't escape the most violent cult in the country, and survive four tours in the Army to go down like this. I was Candle Scott and this was war.

Bodyguard. Sniper. Morally corrupt. I didn't care who I aimed at. You paid me, I pulled the trigger. I sold my skills to the highest bidder, and trust me, I had skills. The Marines trained me to aim a sniper rifle, but life taught me to get the job done--at any expense. Except hostage recovery wasn't on my short list. I didn't give a shit the personal security firm that'd hired me was paying double to get some rich businessman's daughter back...

I couldn't escape the hard sins of my past. I couldn't unsee the truths in my mistakes. Every breath she took was a reminder of the pain I'd caused. Growing up at the mercy of a madman, I swore I'd never give anyone that kind of power over me again. But here I was, on my knees, begging for a life I lost. Except no amount of forgiveness would bring it back.

Former Special Forces Military Operatives come together in this series of Alpha Bodyguards who will stop at nothing to save the women they've sworn to protect. Come meet the dominant, protective Alpha heroes who work for Luna & Associates! THE ALPHA BODYGUARDS BOOKS 7-9 features RELENTLESS, SHAMELESS and HEARTLESS! RELENTLESS: Resourceful. Resolute. Bodyguard. A single diagnosis, and I wasn't good enough. Not for college ball, not for my family,...

One breath. That was all I needed. Air in my lungs so I could exhale through the pain. Stabbed and broken, my limbs useless, I tried and failed to lift my head. Mosquitoes swarmed, and the sun dropped. My face in the mud, I swore to myself I would not die out here. Then I heard her voice-angel soft and breathless-and I wondered if I had been kidding myself. I did not have time to figure it out. A small hand landed on my back, and I fisted my bloody...