Karen’s Killer Book Bench: PLAIN JANE AND THE HITMAN, Average Girl + Super Hot Hitman (Plain Jane Series) #RomanticSuspense by Tmonique Stephens

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PLAIN JANE AND THE HITMAN
Average Girl + Super Hot Hitman
Plain Jane Series
BY TMONIQUE STEPHENS

Blurb

Trained by the best in the business, Emmet Streeter is nobody’s babysitter, until his mentor’s secret daughter needs a bodyguard. She’s everything he doesn’t want: mouthy, obstinate, temperamental, and untouchable. So why can’t he keep his hands off her?

The unwanted daughter of a hitman, Bailey Monroe has kept a low profile until Emmet barges into her life. He’s a killer sent to protect her from a killer. She’s intrigued instead of terrified by his cold eyes, hard face, and his deadly aim.

A carbon copy of the father she hates, she has every reason to fear Emmet, but desire grows in the strangest places under the strangest circumstances.

She shouldn’t trust him, shouldn’t sleep with him and definitely shouldn’t follow him into the jaws of hell to save a father who never loved her.

About the Book

Plain Jane and the Hitman
by Tmonique Stephens

Series
The Plain Jane Series

Genre
Adult
Contemporary Romance
Romantic Suspense

Publisher
Independent

Publication Date
January 1, 2019

PLAIN JANE AND THE HITMAN
Average Girl + Super Hot Hitman
Plain Jane Series
BY TMONIQUE STEPHENS

Excerpt

The market was more like a bazaar filled with every colorful item imaginable and every exotic scent Bailey had ever inhaled. But it was the people that fascinated her. The pleasure on their faces when she asked for permission to take their photos. The joy at viewing the result. She loved taking pictures of the children. Something about capturing their youth, a moment when happiness is all they felt, inspired her.

She bought a beef patty with coco bread from a vendor along with a ginger beer to quench her thirst as she wandered the stalls purchasing decorative earrings, a seashell necklace, and bracelet. A dance troupe sashayed by in their colorful, yet scanty outfits. She captured the fluidity of their bodies, their gaiety and the ecstasy in their movements. They danced around her, made her join in, though she couldn’t keep up and made a complete fool of herself.

And she loved it, this small piece of faux freedom where nothing mattered except the sun on her skin, the wind in her hair, and the good food in her tummy.

Something tugged on her waist and her fanny pack slid free. She spun, expecting it to be near her feet. Instead, it was running away, carried by a kid as fast as a cheetah. She took off after him, darting around people, pushing some out of her way and screaming an apology as she struggled to keep the kid in sight. A woman blocked her, and the kid vanished down an alley off the main square.

This was a bad idea, but she followed. Her passport and wallet were in her fanny pack. She had to get it back. The alley was filled with a network of shanties made of leftover aluminum and wood and anything else the occupants got a hold of. That’s how it was on most of the island. Luxury and poverty residing feet apart. Present, yet tucked out of sight away from the tourists. The boy ran into one of those shanties. Ordinarily, she wasn’t one to barge into someone’s house unannounced, but the kid had her shit.

At full speed, she barreled toward the open doorway, and nearly bounced off the chest of a man. She backed up and noticed the man wasn’t alone. Others came out of the shanties to watch.

She raised her hands in mock surrender. “I don’t want any trouble. I just want what belongs to me.”

“This what you want?” he said in a thick accent as he signaled to someone inside the shanty. The boy came out carrying her fanny pack in one hand and a smug grin on his face.

“It’s mine.” She held out her hand.

The man unzipped the pouch and peered inside. “Valuable stuff inside. I see a passport. No cash, though. You want it back?”

Nah, you can keep my passport and credit cards. I don’t need them. “Yes. I want them back,” she said calmly as more gathered to watch. Or to join? She wasn’t sure.

“What you give me for it?” He haggled like a professional thief.

“How can I give you something when you have everything?” She gritted out the words through her teeth.

His grin was a black hole of missing teeth. He gave her that “I’m hungry and you’re a piece of meat” look that made her want a bath. “I know what you can give me.”

Not happening. Bailey stepped back. The man stepped forward, reaching for her. It would be the last thing he ever reached for.

“Step away from the woman.” A voice cracked like a whip and echoed in the alley.

She didn’t move. She kept her focus trained on the asshole holding her fanny pack. Whoever the voice belonged to, she’d thank him for the distraction later.

Footsteps sounded behind her. Steady, the precise pace brought another man to her right. He swept in front of her without pause. Crisp white short-sleeved shirt stretched over a well- defined broad back. White male, black crew cut fade. Tall, the way she liked them.

She reared back, flustered at his proximity and nerve. One doesn’t step into an altercation that’s none of one’s business.

“Who are you?” her would-be thief asked.

And she concurred. Who was he? She moved to the left for a better view and wasn’t disappointed. His profile was as fine as the man. For a fraction of a second, his gaze cut to her— blue, ice blue. A chill ran down her spine, not just from his artic gaze. Everything about the man was hard, cold, and hostile, deadly to anything with a pulse. Yet, contained on a low simmer, under a thin veneer of slightly tanned skin. I think I’ve found Daisy’s perfect non-blond man.

His gaze returned to the would-be thief. And just like that, the Caribbean sun heated her blood. “The pack, it’s not worth losing an arm,” her newfound protector said. She liked his voice, the sexy, low timbre hummed along her skin.

“I ain’t afraid of you.”

Liar. She could hear the fear in his voice, even with more people filling the alley. Whoa! Her protector had moved so fast, she’d missed the fight but not the result. The thief was sprawled on the ground. Un-fucking-conscious. Talk about a glass jaw. Her hero bent down and plucked her fanny pack free. He still didn’t turn to face her, instead, he stepped in front of her again and pulled a gun from beneath his shirt.

“We got a problem here?” he faced the crowd, meeting their hostile eyes. One by one, they turned away and cleared a path out of the alley.

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To celebrate the release of PLAIN JANE AND THE HITMAN by Tmonique Stephens, we’re giving away a $25 Amazon gift card to one lucky winner!

GIVEAWAY TERMS & CONDITIONS:  Open to internationally. One winner will receive a $25 Amazon gift card. This giveaway is administered by Pure Textuality PR on behalf of Tmonique Stephens.  Giveaway ends 1/7/2019 @ 11:59pm EST. Limit one entry per reader. Duplicates will be deleted. CLICK HERE TO ENTER!

About Author Tmonique Stephens…

TMONIQUE STEPHENS writes passionate novels about Fallen Angels seeking redemption, Egyptian demi-gods finding their powers and average girls landing the hot guys. In her world, Passion Changes Everything!

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4 Responses to Karen’s Killer Book Bench: PLAIN JANE AND THE HITMAN, Average Girl + Super Hot Hitman (Plain Jane Series) #RomanticSuspense by Tmonique Stephens

  1. Karen Docter says:

    Good morning, Tmonique, and welcome to Karen’s Killer Book Bench. What an interesting concept! It sounds like a fun read. Thanks for sharing you story with us today!

  2. Kathleen Bylsma says:

    Way cool!
    Thanks, Karen and nice to meet you, Timonique!

  3. Eileen AW says:

    WOW!! What an introduction to your book Tmonique. Sounds like something I would love to read. Thank you for joining us and sharing your story with us.

  4. Helen Rodin Drake says:

    Sounds like a fun read. Sorry I didn’t see this post before the deadline passed on the Giveaway.

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