Not your mother’s romance

Safe House

Brynn Stewart searched for six years to find the story to propel her from local-news field reporter to primetime TV anchor. Only she didn’t expect it to come in the form of an eleven-year-old informant hiding in a seedy alley, who witnessed the murder of Congressman Shepherd’s hot-shot, defense attorney son, Cullen, in what is believed to be a drug deal gone bad. Integrity demands she protect him first before taking advantage of the story of the century. But when she calls the police, within minutes, suspicious, menacing men show up at her door forcing her to run, and leaving her wondering if there is anyone she can trust. 

Maddox “The Reaper” Fulton, after spending fifteen years as a Recon Marine, keeps a foot in his marine roots by serving as a member of the Aegis Network. He specializes in protecting those in danger by keeping them secluded and safe in his cabin in Pine Mountain, Georgia. Nicknamed “The Reaper” he’s known for his lethal, covert skills in combat, infiltration, and sniper training.

Maddox prides himself on his professionalism, but once in close proximity with the stunning, sharp, and fiercely protective, Brynn Stewart, feelings he long-since thought himself incapable of spark to life. Maddox is willing to compromise just about all of his principles and break every single rule to explore the passion simmering below the surface just waiting to break free.


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“Where are we going, exactly?” she asked, trying to see something, anything, out the window. She had a brief glimpse of the trees whizzing by, only visible by the quick illumination of the headlights as they flew past.

“It’s best you don’t know that.”

“Excuse me?”

“The last thing I need is you getting homesick and finding some way to call home and reveal where you are. That’s a surefire way to get dead.”

She leaned forward and gripped the back of his seat. “I thought you were a one-man army or something like that.”

“I’m skilled and I’m alive, but I’m not a superhero.”

And now he was mocking her. “Well, sorry I got confused with you parading all that brawn of yours around.”

“I did not parade.”

“Just existing with muscles like that is showing off.”

She knew how damned ridiculous she sounded. She also knew she’d just all but told him that she was attracted to those muscles by her continued rambling.

Attracted to the personality? Not so much.

His eyebrows shot up; his mouth fell open.

And she was just tired enough to keep the tirade going. She didn’t know what had gotten into her. The logical part of her, the professional part, was buried in her brain, screaming at her to shut up, but did she listen?


“See, you don’t even have anything to say to that because you know it’s true.”

He growled low in his throat, let his foot off the gas, and pulled the vehicle off the two-lane road.

She’d gone and done it now. Here they were, not a house in sight, nor a car or, hell, even light for that matter. Even the moon knew this guy’s mood and hid behind the clouds.

He wrenched open his door and slid out of the truck, amazing since who the hell is big enough to slide out of a truck? She either climbed down or fell out.

Her heart leapt in her throat at the menacing look in his eyes, illuminated by the glow of the headlights as he made his way around the hood and to the back seat.

Her side.

This was where she was going to die.

Not in a clown motel. Not at the Starlight.

Maddox was going to stop her heart right here, in the middle of nowhere.

He yanked open her door and leaned in, his hands on his jean-clad hips. “I thought you were a lady.”

Skyler pulled his feet away from her and curled up in a ball.

And snored.

Fast asleep and no help. Not that she’d hide behind a kid, but still.

“I am a lady,” she said, glaring at him.

“You’re a smart-mouthed troublemaker.”

She turned to him, resting her feet on the edge of the door frame, and jabbed a finger at him. “I most certainly—”

“And ungrateful.”

“Now, wait a minute. You strut around, flaunting your wares…”

He reared back. “I don’t flaunt my muscles.”


“Shut up.”

Her mouth snapped shut, proving that her body had taken over her brain and had gone into survival mode.

“I don’t parade them, either.” He pointed at her and leaned in. “And you know what, lady? When the hornet’s nest you stirred comes for you, you’ll be happy I have them, because whether it’s carrying your sweet ass out of danger or hand-to-hand combat with a criminal, you’ll be alive in the end. So, you’re welcome.”

“I didn’t thank you,” she said. She straightened her back and lifted her chin. For some reason, she couldn’t let him have the last word.

He clucked his tongue and shook his head. The corners of his mouth turned up, not quite in a smile, but he was up to something.

She slid back.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” He hooked his hands around the backs of her knees and yanked her forward onto the edge of the seat.

© Casey Hagen, USA Today Bestselling Author