The Guardian Agency: Dallas (Brotherhood Protectors World)
*Dallas is a 2019 PRG Reviewer’s Choice nominee for best ROMANCE/MILITARY/SUSPENSE/ACTION ADVENTURE, both book and series.
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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…
Running for her life…
When a typical day at her cafe in Eagle Rock was interrupted by a young woman desperate to escape her captors, Marnie Kemper gladly intervened. She also gladly agreed to testify against the men involved. Now, days before the start of the trial, her security detail is killed and she’s alone, terrified, and unsure who to trust.
A stunning stranger is her only hope.
Dallas Winston’s Army career ended abruptly when he and his K9 partner were shot during a drug bust. Thankfully, the Guardian Agency gave him a second chance at a meaningful career. When he gets the order to rescue a witness and salvage a high-profile case, he follows procedure and rushes in.
Soon it’s clear that standard tactics won’t be enough to keep Marnie alive. Forced to get creative, Dallas must lower his defenses to earn Marnie’s trust as they navigate a deadly web of corruption.
~~~Reviews~~~
What a fantastic, breathtaking romantic suspense tale, a story that keeps on your toes from the first page to the last!
I have enjoyed the Brotherhood Protectors series from Ms. Black, each their own story based on the world of the protectors. Yet Dallas is my favorite of them all, with the tight plot, tense suspense, and tender romance it just hit the home run on all aspects.
5 stars! Books and Spoons
Wonderful story. It had just the right amount of romance and intrigue…
5 stars! Amazon reviewer
~~~ENJOY AN EXCERPT~~~
Chapter One
Leaving the bed and breakfast, Dallas Winston walked the tidy streets of Eagle Rock, Montana toward the Blue Moose Tavern to meet up with his friend Joseph Kuntz. Kujo had hit the jackpot landing here. Driving in yesterday, Dallas had been awed by the rugged beauty of the Crazy Mountains framing the landscape. Cattle ranches stretched out like a patchwork quilt. According to Kujo, some ranches remained serious operations and others were sprawling getaways for wealthy people and celebrities willing to pay big for seclusion and privacy.
Plenty of that to be had here.
He pulled out his cell phone and took a couple of pictures, texting them to his technical support and research assistant, Tyler. He followed the text with a quick message: Taking a few days but ready for anything.
A few days on the moon? Tyler replied.
Tyler never ran out of snark, but he was damn good at his job and they made a good team, without ever meeting face to face.
Dallas looked to the mountains. Yeah, on a map, Eagle Rock might get overlooked, too remote to bother. In person, it was clear this little corner of the world offered a great deal. The town boasted every convenience and amenity in addition to the good kind of small-town charm. Amazing what could happen when a community cared. Of course, a boost of star-power like Sadie McClain, the Hollywood darling who married Kujo’s boss Hank Patterson, sure didn’t hurt.
Still, this place gave the impression that the wild-west could make a glorious comeback any minute. Dallas wasn’t here to play cowboy or escape a flock of paparazzi. He was here for a little diversion until the Guardian Agency assigned him his next protection order. Eagle Rock was perched at the edge of his designated territory. Unless he was off the roster, the agency expected him to be able to respond swiftly to any crisis in his region. He had a go-bag in his truck at all times, but he was hoping for an uninterrupted week to relax.
Maybe it was the endless sky, clean air, or just the sheer distance from his troubles, but Dallas already felt a sense of relief here. The constant knots in his shoulders eased a bit. Even the spike of pain in his hip that followed him everywhere was easier to ignore out here.
Good for Kujo. The man deserved some peace and quiet after his intense years of military service. Dallas was looking forward to catching up with his friend and meeting Six, the K9 partner Kujo rescued when they’d both been declared unfit for duty.
As military K9 handlers, Dallas and Kujo had met years ago during an annual refresher course. Dallas’s service with the Army Military Police kept him stateside while Kujo and his K9s had been on countless ops on the other side of the world. Handlers were a tight-knit community within the military and Dallas had heard about it when Kujo adopted Six. He admired his friend’s ability to make that decision, but Dallas wasn’t ready. Not even close. He mentally crossed his fingers that Kujo wouldn’t suggest adopting a dog.
Pausing across the street from the tavern, Dallas pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head. Neon signs in the front windows advertised beer and pool tables. Anticipation smothered any worry about dog talk. Clearly Kujo had forgotten that Dallas had honed his pool-hustling skills during his early Army days.
He walked inside and spotted Kujo immediately. His friend waved him over to a high top near a pool table and introduced Dallas to the others, all former military men. Putting names with faces, he shook hands with Duke, a man who matched Kujo in size, Taz, who had a slightly leaner build, and Hank Patterson, founder of the Brotherhood Protectors.
The guys were friendly and Dallas appreciated the immediate camaraderie. Working with the Guardian Agency, he was usually on his own, with only the support of a technical assistant on the other end of the phone. The solo assignments were best for him, he wasn’t ready to worry about the safety of anyone but the client, but he could see the appeal of Patterson’s setup.
Kujo ordered another round for everyone while Taz racked the balls for the next game, inviting Dallas to break. Chalking the cue stick, he lined up his preferred opening shot and bent forward. The movement caused the damned nerve in his leg to gripe. He waited that out and made an excellent opening break, only to feel his phone vibrating in his hip pocket.
“Hang on.” He had to check if it was business. Rule number one for Guardian Agency bodyguards was never keep a client waiting. A motto he took seriously and a philosophy that bolstered his battered pride after his medical discharge from the Army.
Looking at his phone, he saw the single word: PROTECT Details would come through within minutes and he had to be ready to move.
“Sorry, guys.” He tucked the cue stick back in the rack on the wall. “Duty calls. It was great to meet you all.” He shook hands with the others and promised to try and visit after this case. On his way out, he stopped at the bar and dropped some cash to cover the next round.