Now I’ve been hired to guard her against a band of criminals who want her money, and maybe even her life.

  Still, I'm the last person she wants helping her.

  Blake van Hamilton hates me, but it won’t stop me from doing my job.

  Hutch Winston may be sexy as hell, but I won’t fall for his white knight, alpha-protector act.

  Not since he used it to ruin my life at sixteen.

  But when my best friend turns up dead and my uncle goes missing, Hutch is my only option.

  Moving into his family estate is the real test.

  It gets worse when I accidentally see him naked in the shower, moaning my name.

  I have to keep my head and my heart in line—not to mention my body.

  Every part of me wants him in every possible way.

  I may be fearless, but how I feel about him scares me most of all.

  (FEARLESS is a stand-alone, enemies-to-lovers romantic suspense novel. It contains an insanely hot alpha protector and the curvy, feisty socialite he’s hired to protect. The forced proximity angle sets it all ablaze. No cheating. No cliffhangers.)

  PROLOGUE

  BLAKE

  “Go back to the party.” The man’s voice is quietly menacing, black eyes glittering in the reflection of the green lawyer’s lamp. “Don’t make me remind you what happens when you get in my way.”

  The tiny, silver scar tingles above my left eyebrow, and my heart beats like a rabbit trying to escape my ribcage. I’m way out of my league with Victor Petrova, but I never back down from a bully.

  I’m more accustomed to standing up to bored, mean-girl bullies. You know the ones, with too much money and no imagination. This guy is on another level. He’s the embezzling accountant who’s sleeping with my mother, hurting my sister, and rumored to be connected to the mob type of bully.

  But I’m the only one who will face him.

  The last time I stood up to him, I ended up in the emergency department, and I confess, my confidence took a hit.

  Squaring my shoulders, I defy him. “It’s not a party, it’s a wake, and my father’s estate is most definitely my business, especially with my mother being… how she is.”

  Victor’s thin lips curl, exposing large teeth behind a groomed mustache. “How is your mother, Blake?”

  Exactly how you want her–blind to your bullshit. I don’t say it out loud.

  “She hasn’t been well since my father died. I’m the oldest, so if she’s incapable of doing business–”

  “She hired me to handle your father’s business. You’re only sixteen. Now stop being a little shit and run along. Don’t worry, I won’t touch your weekly allowance.”

  “The way you don’t touch my sister?”

  His eyes flash, and my pulse jumps. But he immediately controls his expression, leaning back with a slimy grin. “Jealous?”

  Bile floods my throat. “Hana’s only thirteen. If I find out what she said is true… it’ll be worse for you if I can prove it.”

  He shoves the brown folder forward and stands abruptly, rounding my father’s desk too fast. “Hana is an addict, and everyone knows it. Hurling accusations will only land you on the wrong side of what’s happening here.”

  “My sister likes to party, but she’s not a liar. Too bad for you, pedophilia went out with the seventies.”

  His meaty fist clenches, and a shudder races down my body. “You’ll shut your stupid mouth, or I’ll shut it for you.”

  Setting my jaw, I hold my eyes open, my posture straight, my tone steady. “I hope you are stupid enough to hit me again. It’ll be the last bit of evidence I need to get you out of our lives for good.”

  He stops just short of where I stand, unclenching his fist long enough to grasp my upper arm and jerk me hard enough to leave a bruise. “If you know what’s good for your mother, for your sister, and for you, you won’t ever threaten me again.”

  My feet skitter across the Persian rug as he drags me to the door and tosses me out of the room. A hall table breaks my fall with a loud crash, another bruise, and the heavy wooden door slams shut. The metallic sound of a key turning in the lock seals the deal.

  “Shit,” I hiss through gritted teeth.

  After my father was found dead in his chair at the club two weeks ago, my mother gave that rat Victor Petrova the keys to the kingdom. The doctors said it was a heart attack, even though Charles van Hamilton had no history of cardiovascular disease.

  Poor Mamá delayed her annual ski trip to St. Moritz by a week to play the role of the grieving widow, and she’s been in her room popping pills and fake-crying her way through bottles of champagne with her idiot friends ever since.

  No comfort for her two daughters, not that she ever has been. Not that dear ole Dad ever was either. He liked to say it took more than forty hours a week to support our privileged lifestyle, but it was bullshit.

  The van Hamiltons have more money than God, and Hana and I both have trust funds that will keep us wealthy well into retirement when we each turn twenty-one, should we choose to work. Dad only cared for us to look good in public and not embarrass him.

  Done and done. But behind closed doors…

  It’s my turn to make a fist, and I bang it against the deep green marble tabletop. Victor will ruin us, and I don’t have any allies in New York–at least, none who can help me with someone like him. I scrub my fingers against my forehead, threading them into my dark-brown hair and trying to think of something, anything to get him out of our lives.

  “Blake, is that you?” The deep voice startles me, and I turn so fast, a miniature knight in actual chain mail on a matching horse falls off the table.

  The man steps forward quickly and catches it, putting his body in direct proximity to mine, filling my nose with the rich scent of sage and citrus. It floods my brain with memories, and as he stands straighter, my throat grows tighter.

  Hutchence Winston is a blast from my father’s discarded past, a face I haven’t seen in years. A face that is now a grown man’s, towering over me with dark hair curling at his temples. He’s dressed in a proper suit for a wake, and his broad shoulders and muscular arms strain beneath the expensive fabric. My knees actually weaken.

  I’ve known a lot of men, and I’m not easily impressed. Still, he’s always had this effect on me, since we were kids. For a moment, I almost forget I have a very real problem.

  Key word: Almost.

  Clearing my throat, I slide my hands down, straightening the sheer black overlay on the short, ivory-silk dress I’m wearing.

  “Hutch.” I hold out a hand to shake. “What are you doing here? I thought the Winstons dropped off my father’s friends list years ago.”

  The truth is, the Winstons and the van Hamiltons have a prickly history, going back to the founding of Hamiltown, our namesake village near the South Carolina coast.

  It’s a long story for another day.

  Hutch’s dark brow lowers over his stunning pale green eyes made more stunning by his suntanned olive skin. A short beard covers his cheeks, accentuating his full lips, and he curls his perfect nose at me.

  “I’m not here for you or your father.” There’s the annoyed tone I remember. “I was visiting my dad while on my leave, and your uncle asked me to check on you. I assured him you were fine, but he insisted I come here in person.”

  “And here you are.” Crossing my arms, I do my best to pretend I don’t give a shit. “You know, I’ve never understood your relationship with my great uncle.”

  “Doesn’t surprise me. Have you ever had a real friendship in your life?”

  That stings, and I blink quickly to stop the burn in my eyes. Bastard.

  “Shows what you know.” Shaking my long hair back, I force a smile. “I guess you think being in the army makes you some kind of hero now?”

  “I’m an officer in the Marine Corps. I don’t know about hero, but it’s a worthwhile occupation.”

  He says it like another challenge, as if to ask what I’m doing with my life that’s so great, and it gives me an idea.

  Stepping forward, I place my hand on his solid forearm, lowering my voice. “I’m sorry. I was rude. It’s been a difficult week.”

  The corner of his left eye twitches. Hutch has known me too long to fall for any sweet act, but if I’m going to get his help, perhaps I can use the unspoken tension between us to my advantage.

  My touch doesn’t put him at ease, but his voice gentles. “I’m sure it’s been a hard time. Your uncle was worried you might need assistance… somehow.”

  “You’re so kind.”

  “I’m not kind. I don’t want to be here, and I’m sure you have handlers.”

  “You’ve always known everything.” I do my best to flirt, sliding my fingers along his Armani suit. “You pretend I’m the snob, but I think you’re far more snobbish than I am.”

  “I don’t play games, Blake.” He catches my hand from rising to his shoulder, and the muscle in his jaw moves. “I’ve fulfilled my obligation. You look fine to me.”

  “You look pretty fine to me, too.” Holding his hand, I pull it behind my back so my body presses to his, my small, teenage breasts flatten against his solid chest. His eyes flare, and I rise on my toes to speak in his ear, allowing my lips to brush his skin. “A little southern comfort would be nice.”

  I’m willing to kiss him if it’ll do the trick, but when I meet his gaze again, fire is in his eyes. I can’t tell if he’s turned on or furious–or both. He yanks his hand out of mine and grips my shoulders, moving my body away from his.

  “You're drunk if you think I’d blow my reputation that way.”

  “So you’re thinking about it?” My voice is sultry, and I can’t tell. Is he?

  “You’re high.”

  The door behind him flies open, and we both look up to see Victor glaring at us. His gaze melts into a slimy grin, and his eyes glide from my flushed cheeks down to my breasts, barely hidden beneath the thin fabric.

  “I didn’t think you’d still be here. Were you waiting for an escort to your bedroom?”

  My skin literally crawls at the insinuation, and Hutch looks ready to explode.

  “I’m taking care of her,” he growls, clutching my upper arm and hauling me down the hall, away from the rat.

  We’re on the other side of the house before he slows, looking up and around the passage. “Is your room even on this floor?”

  “You’re hurting me.” My complaint earns me a short jerk.

  “Then stop acting like a child.” His jaw is tight, and I’m pissed he’s so fucking hot.

  Hutch Winston activated my sex drive three years ago. I was thirteen and he was eighteen, and Dad brought Hana and me to visit Uncle Hugh in Hamiltown for the Fourth of July celebration. Hutch stood on that pier in his swim trunks, a mountain of mouthwatering muscles, and I ovulated for the first time. He seems to have improved with age.

  Releasing my arm, he’s still seething. “Go to your room.”

  “You’re not my dad.”

  In a blink, he grips my arm again, anger rippling off him in hot waves. An uninvited thought sneaks through my brain, I wonder what it’s like when his restraint slips…

  “You’re out of control. I’m going to speak to your mother, then I’m leaving.” He pauses a moment, dropping his square chin and exhaling. “Sorry for your loss.”

  He leaves abruptly, and I collapse against the door. Hutch Winston is a force of nature, and I fucking blew it. So much for getting his help, not that I’ve ever laid the groundwork to ask him for it.

  Scrubbing my fingers against my forehead, I search for a solution. I should’ve just thrown myself in his arms and started crying or done something damsel in distress-like. I should have told him my fears about Victor.

  Like that would’ve gone any better.

  Hutch wouldn’t buy my tears any more than he’d fall for my teen seduction. Still, he might have listened to my story. My shoulders fall, and I open the door to my massive bedroom. It’s too late for post-mortems. If I’m going to get Victor away from my mother and protect Hana, I have to do it myself.

  I’m just getting ready for bed when my phone rings, and I look down to see my mother is FaceTiming me. I accept the call, and I can tell by her eyes she’s tipsy.

  Correction, she’s drunk.

  “Blake van Hamilton, you are to pack your things at once.” Her eyelids flutter as she sweeps her arm dramatically. “I’ve just secured a spot for you at Bishop of the Holy Family. You’re leaving on the ten o’clock train.”

  My jaw drops, and my entire room shifts to the side. “What the hell? What are you talking about?”

  “You’d better rein in that tongue, young lady. It’s a Catholic boarding school, all girls. Just what you need to improve your attitude.”

  A tiny explosion goes off in my brain. Am I old enough to have a stroke? These are not my mother’s words. My mother doesn’t think about me enough to say these words to me.

  “No!” I blurt, cringing at how childish I sound. “What about my schoolwork? Hana? I can’t leave.”

  “The sisters have assured me they can work out your schedule. Roman will be down to collect your things in two hours. End of discussion.”

  I feel like I’m drowning in a vat of molasses, struggling to find my bearings through thick sludge. How could this happen? What the fuck would wake her from her champagne stupor long enough to even come up with such a plan? Should I run? Hide out at Debbie’s until she finally leaves for St. Moritz?

  I’m trying to decide when my eyes land on his, lurking in the background, stony green staring back at me through my mother’s computer screen.

  Bastard.

  Hutch did this.

  It’s only a moment before my screen goes black, and I start to scream. That meddling, arrogant, know-it-all bastard. He’s playing right into their hands.

  I’m being shipped to a boarding-school prison, where I can’t help anyone. He’s ruining everything, and at sixteen, I’m powerless to change it.

  Fisting the sides of my hair, I squeeze my eyes shut and internally lose my shit. It’s the only place I’ve ever been allowed. I grab a pillow off my bed and throw it across the room, then I charge after it and kick it all the way back to my bed.

  Grinding my jaw I go to the window and watch as he leaves in his car. He’s done his damage. Hutch Winston is going to regret this.

  I won’t be sixteen forever, and I’ll never forgive him for what he’s done.

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