The Guardian Agency: Nathan (Brotherhood Protectors World)
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When hope is lost, truth is blurred, and your life is on the line, it’s time to call in the Guardian Agency…
From the privacy of her home office, computer genius Claudia Mitchell offers technical assistance for the bodyguards of the Guardian Agency. Whatever a protector needs, Claudia taps a few keys and makes it happen. When she receives a desperate call from her sister, Claudia can’t use cyberspace or assets to save her. For this case, Claudia has to take the lead. Afraid her secrets will jeopardize her perfect job, she reaches out to Hank Patterson’s Brotherhood Protectors for backup.
Nathan Jennings showed the world what being a hero looked like despite serving time in prison. His selfless actions earned him a place as a protector on the Guardian Agency team. Practically since day one, he’s fantasized about his tech assistant, Claudia, the woman with the sexy voice, quick wit, and razor-sharp mind. When she suddenly disappears and he is tasked with finding and protecting her, will his fantasy finally come true?
Author note: Previously published as Nothing to Lose, this novel has been updated and revised for your enjoyment.
ps Don’t miss Dylan and Mike, two more romantic adventures starring the irresistible Guardian Agency protectors!
~~~Reviews~~~
…absolutely riveting; it is a true romantic suspense, and I loved that the reader doesn’t know what is going on any more than the protagonists do.
5 stars! Monique, amazon reviewer
“This is a match made of danger, suspense and bullets flying that will keep you on the edge of your seat.”
5 stars! -Kimberly H. Full goodreads review
~~~ENJOY AN EXCERPT~~~
Chapter One
Claudia Mitchell had her agency cell phone on her hip as she moved laundry from the washer to the dryer. If she was lucky, she’d complete the task before the device chimed with another incoming call. As a technical assistant to several protectors within the Guardian Agency, she was on call twenty-four/seven.
The work challenged her and kept her mind sharp, even on the slower days. Working from home gave her a perfect, flexible schedule and although she didn’t personally venture out into the field, she enjoyed living vicariously through the investigators who did. In her role as operational backup, she offered assistance behind the scenes on all kinds of cases from murder to missing persons. With the agency resources and the latest tools and electronic developments at her fingertips, she couldn’t imagine a more ideal career.
Agency protocol prevented her knowing anything beyond the names and cell phone numbers for the investigators she supported. From her perspective, that was one of the best perks. There were no office politics, no judgment in the break room about fashion, bad hair days, who was putting on weight, or who had gotten sloppy drunk at the company end-of-year party.
The only time she laid eyes on one of the protectors was when they were occasionally caught in the unflattering light of a security camera. Her boss knew she was more than capable of digging into the lives and histories of the protectors and the agency at large, but she’d signed an agreement that she wouldn’t snoop.
Only one investigator tested her resolve, but she refused to risk the perfect job because of her natural curiosity. Some things in life were better as a fantasy. She smiled to herself, thinking of how often the protectors teased her during cases, trying to pry out her personal details. It was a harmless game they all played. She’d become adept at evasion and fabrication, lessons she’d learned first in college and honed during her time with the CIA.
No one placed enough value on solitude anymore, Claudia thought as she hung up the few items that needed to air dry. Her task done, she turned into her small kitchen and refilled her bottle of water before returning to her desk. The background check she’d been assembling for one of the agency cases should be done by now.
At the sound of a ringing phone, she reached for the agency cell on her hip, then realized it was her personal cell phone. She raced for the device sitting in the charger. Only two people had that number: her boss and her sister, Diana. If either of them were using this number the sky must surely be falling somewhere.
Her sister’s name and cell number showed on the screen. She took a deep breath and said a quick prayer for patience as she answered.
“Oh, thank God,” her sister’s exclamation barely registered above a whisper. “Claudia, I’m in trouble.”
“What’s wrong?” She tried to keep the exasperation out of her voice. Diana’s definition of trouble rarely lined up with Claudia’s. It could be as simple as a flat tire. Or it could be a plea for another loan to launch her next can’t-miss career endeavor. Claudia had supported Diana during attempts to take the world by storm as an actress, model, and singer. Most recently she’d decided to turn her communications degree into a career as an investigative reporter, but she hadn’t shared the specifics with Claudia.
“I’m at home,” Diana said. “Sort of. North of town. You can trace my phone right?”
“Yes, but—”
“Do it quick before I have to turn it over to him.”
“Him who?” She sat down at her desk and started the trace. “What are you talking about?”
“House rule number one is no cell phones.” Diana groaned. “It’s complicated. Claudia, I’m so sorry. I followed a story and things went bad. Escalated. It’s big. You have to come help me. Please.”
Of course she had to help and, irritated or not, she would. Diana was the only family she had left.