{"id":3924,"date":"2014-09-01T08:18:36","date_gmt":"2014-09-01T15:18:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/allthethingsinbetween.net\/?p=3924"},"modified":"2014-09-01T08:18:36","modified_gmt":"2014-09-01T15:18:36","slug":"makin-the-love-monday-rules-of-protection-by-allison-bliss","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/havecoffeeneedbooks.com\/index.php\/2014\/09\/01\/makin-the-love-monday-rules-of-protection-by-allison-bliss\/","title":{"rendered":"Makin’ The Love Monday – Rules of Protection by Alison Bliss"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Makin'If there is one thing that can seduce me more than a hot body and all the sexy times that come with it is a snappy wit and finally tuned intelligence. I guess technically that is two things but for the sake of things let’s boil it down to BRAINS. It’s great and all to have eye candy but sooner or later you are going to have to look at your piece of heiney and talk to them and if they can’t get my mental vajay-jay stoked then it rolls over falls asleep and with boredom comes the inevitable shopping for a new plaything. Smarts are what make good partners hawt, hott, OUCH… sizzle! This goes for everything. Friends, lovers, books and people who want things from me. Word to the wise: Entertain me if you want something from me. I’m playful and appreciate banter, trivia, informality and originality. If you send me an email like you are emailing the CIA, I know you’ve never visited my website.\u00a0<\/p>\n

Alison Bliss is my new favorite author of this five minutes! She will probably remain [a] favorite, but for this moment in time I am using the specific article [the] because this book made me elevate her to Masteress of the LOL, Queen of the HAHA’s and High Priestess of the I-Just-Snorted-Beverage-Out-My-Nose! (Why is it that men are the only one’s that can be masters and women have to be mistresses it actually makes little sense because we don’t say Mister and Mistress. It’s too freaking early to seek etymology and I don’t give a hairball) I hadn’t been prepared for this book to be the tickler it was and I was pleasantly surprised and happy to get to read it early! TA, Entangled–y’all are peaches! Oh and just so you know this is Masteress Alison’s first pubbed book and it doesn’t taste like chicken AT ALL.<\/p>\n

Emily Foster has had the crappiest birthday evah! Her BFF’s plan to take her for a celebratory night clubbing and land her a birthday slap and tickle end with her witnesses a mob hit. But that is only the bloody icing on the difficult night. Before hand she runs into a sexy weasel, jerk who ‘helps’ her deflect the attention of a creeper by playing a beau a bit too<\/em> convincingly. Mister Mysterious liplocks and then cuts and runs. To her misery her next run in happens to be when she falls at his feet.<\/p>\n

By the time I noticed the step up in the floor, it was already too late. I tripped and reached for the closest thing to me, which happened to be a man. Trying to catch myself, I had an intimate moment with the bulge in his pants on the way down. The floor punched me in the face but the pain was slight compared to the mortifying beating my pride had just taken.
\nTwo seconds after I hit the floor, I decided to stay there. I wasn’t sure if it was because I physically couldn’t get up, or mentally didn’t want to. The man I’d felt up lifted me with ease, stood me upright, and held me until I steadied myself. Mortified, I refused to look up until I heard him ask, “Are you okay?”
\nNo! It can’t be.<\/em>
\nMy eyes shot up, looking directly into his, and I stopped breathing. It was the hunky weasel with the steely gray eyes. If I had to embarrass myself in front of someone, why did it have to be him? Where in the hell is Sergio when you need him?
\nThe hunk smiled as if he read my mind. “I always wanted a girl to fall head over heels for me.”
\nI stood motionless and tried to think of something to say that didn’t sound stupid. “Well, next time I’m near your crotch, I’ll be sure to bring my knee pads.” Nope. That wasn’t it. At least six guys turned their heads toward us and sucked in their breath.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Emily and Jake are two of the most frictiony-ish characters I have ever had the pleasure of reading and it was a joy in my heart to see them aggravate one another to distraction. Jake is the ultimate in cocky, controlling, got-it-handled, go to guy and I loved witnessing his meltdowns when he encounters Emily’s complete and absurd lack of impulse control, pig headedness, flippant tongue and plain ol’ childish neener neener. They are fabulous as a couple and one of my absolute favorites of the entire year.<\/p>\n

Let me jump back a moment to the actual story because I’m gushing about the characterization and leaving you a little head scratching about the plot. Mr. Weasel Jerk (aka Jake Ward) is at the club that night to get to the men of the crime syndicate. Emily is a hitch in the works and when he sees her fleeing from the private area of the club in fear he tries to protect her and get her to safety. This is just the first in a long list of times that the two erupt in flames. I give Emily BOD here because she doesn’t know Jake from Adam at this point. Throughout the rest of the book Jake is attempting to keep his little wild, combative bird in a shabby, gilded cage for her own protection. The thing is that Emily is a wild bird and while she wants to live she likes to fly. Birds need<\/em> to fly. These to ruffle and feathers also fly.<\/p>\n

“What are these?”
\n“Fish balls,” Hank said dipping one in tartar sauce and taking a bite.
\n“Seriously? I didn’t know fish had–”
\nJake clamped his hand over my mouth and politely excused us before dragging me away from the table. In the living room, he glared at me with exasperation. “What’s your problem?”
\n“Mine? What’s yours? I’m sure they’ve heard the word balls before. Hell, I bet your uncle even has a pair.”
\n“Damn it, Emily. I don’t want to think about my uncle’s balls before I eat,” Jake said, crinkling his nose at me.
\n“Well neither do I, but I was making a point.”
\nJake shook his head. “Jesus Christ, you have an issue with censorship.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Chapter One<\/p>\n

I caught him eyeing me from across the room.<\/p>\n

He was tall, dark, and\u2026well, interested. I couldn\u2019t get a good enough look to see if he was handsome. Although dim lighting obscured his face, it highlighted the thick, gold chain around his neck and ridiculously huge diamond stud in his ear.<\/p>\n

Nestled in downtown Chicago, The Jungle Room buzzed with flashy, well-lubricated businessmen with oversized wallets and scantily clad women with oversized racks. They circled each other like vultures, waiting to see who\u2019d fall onto their backs first. It appeared the men were winning\u2014a form of upscale prostitution.<\/p>\n

Gina sat beside me at the bar, encouraging me to do the flirty eye thing with Shadow Man. \u201cIt\u2019s your twenty-eighth birthday. Everyone should get laid on their birthday. What better present to give yourself?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can give myself an orgasm.\u201d<\/p>\n

Gina laughed. \u201cNot the same.\u201d<\/p>\n

I shrugged. \u201cDepends on the guy. Besides, I don\u2019t need birthday sex. I can hardly see him. He\u2019s probably ugly.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a one-night stand. Only thing that matters is the size of his\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen pretend it\u2019s your birthday!\u201d I downed my cosmopolitan and spun the stool around. \u201cBathroom break. Keep an eye out for Dale.\u201d<\/p>\n

I followed the hallway to the restrooms. A line formed outside, but moved fast. Two women stepped in behind me, giggling like teenagers. I half-assed listened to them when someone grasped my elbow.<\/p>\n

I immediately recognized the jewelry.<\/p>\n

The man was 100 percent Italian Stallion, sporting a tight zipper shirt and black hair slicked back over his ears. He was around my age with a decent face\u2014definitely not ugly like I\u2019d thought\u2014and he was tall and nicely built. Actually, he wasn\u2019t bad looking at all. Maybe Gina was on to something with this birthday sex idea.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, sweetness. Saw you eyeing me back there.\u201d He looked me up and down, licking his lips. \u201cNow that I\u2019m here, what are your other two wishes?\u201d<\/p>\n

Oh, jeez. Did he have to open his mouth? I hate men who start a conversation using cocky, sexist remarks. They come off as piggish jerks.<\/p>\n

\u201cI wasn\u2019t eyeing you. I was\u2026uh, looking for someone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, you found me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I mean someone else\u2026the guy I\u2019m with.\u201d<\/p>\n

Okay, so I lied. Dale hadn\u2019t arrived yet, and even if he had, no one would believe he was my boyfriend. Ever. I didn\u2019t have the right equipment Dale\u2019s sexual preference gravitated toward. But this guy didn\u2019t need to know that.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe name\u2019s Sergio. How about I buy you a drink, honey?\u201d He rubbed a finger down my arm as I stared at his weird girly hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo thanks,\u201d I said, moving away.<\/p>\n

\u201cAw, come on. I\u2019ll wait for you, then we can go get that drink.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks for the offer, but I can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

He grinned as if I had somehow encouraged him and leaned against the wall. \u201cNo problem. I don\u2019t mind waiting.\u201d<\/p>\n

What the fuck? Is he deaf?<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, really, I can\u2019t. My stomach\u2019s upset and I\u2026 I\u2019m going to be in here for quite a while.\u201d<\/p>\n

The two girls next to me made faces at each other, stepped out of line, and walked away. Oh, great. Did I just make them think I had diarrhea? Sadly enough, it didn\u2019t deter Sergio.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhatcha drinking tonight?\u201d he asked, still not giving up.<\/p>\n

I sighed, rolling my eyes. \u201cPepto Bismol.\u201d<\/p>\n

A woman stepped out of the bathroom, and I ran in before the door could shut. I didn\u2019t know what was worse\u2014 me pretending to have diarrhea or Sergio not caring that I did. Gross.<\/p>\n

Momentarily cornered, I tousled my hair, washed my hands twice while singing \u201cHappy Birthday\u201d to myself, and then reapplied my makeup. Hard to believe it was my birthday, and I was spending it hiding in a public bathroom eating a Tootsie Roll I found in the bottom of my purse.<\/p>\n

I even realized something while in there. There isn\u2019t much to do in a bathroom to occupy your time\u2014unless, of course, you actually have the shits.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d just finished chewing the chocolate candy when I poked my head out the door. Yes! He was gone. I hurried down the hall and rounded the corner, but Sergio stood at the nearby bar. I ducked back into the corridor, hoping he hadn\u2019t seen me.<\/p>\n

I rubbed my hand over my eyes and breathed out. \u201cChrist.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then a smooth, deep voice asked, \u201cYou okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

It startled me at first, thinking Sergio had found me. I pulled my hand away from my face reluctantly and gazed up at a man with wavy dark brown hair. He was tall\u2014probably a few inches over six feet\u2014and wore black slacks and a white dress shirt. His steel gray eyes pierced mine, making it hard to form a coherent thought, much less breathe.<\/p>\n

When I didn\u2019t answer, he asked again. \u201cAre you okay, ma\u2019am?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUm, I\u2026 I\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet me guess, avoiding someone?\u201d<\/p>\n

My sluggish brain finally caught up, and I recalled hiding from Sergio. \u201cYou could say that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI just did,\u201d he responded, a hint of southern twang fortifying his voice. \u201cPull the boyfriend card. It usually works on us clowns.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI tried, but this guy is more persistent than most. My friends are somewhere on the other side of the bar, and I\u2019m tired of hiding in the bathroom.\u201d<\/p>\n

The man glanced at his watch. \u201cTell you what, if you\u2019re still here when I come out, I\u2019ll escort you across the room.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBest offer I\u2019ve had all night.\u201d<\/p>\n

His eyes scanned my black miniskirt, stopping on my bare legs. \u201cSomehow I doubt that.\u201d He turned and walked toward the men\u2019s bathroom.<\/p>\n

I blew out the large breath I\u2019d been holding and resisted the urge to loosen a button on my blouse. Sergio or no Sergio, I planned to stay put until he came back.<\/p>\n

Okay, so I\u2019m a hypocrite.<\/p>\n

Sergio\u2019s remarks and lingering looks came off way more threatening than the new guy\u2019s did. Tall, Dark, and Delicious was virtually harmless and particularly flattering. It helped that he hadn\u2019t approached me with a line; he was more interested in helping\u2026 Ah, damn. Men are such weasels.<\/p>\n

The guy played me. Of course.<\/p>\n

He knew if he showed concern for my well-being, I\u2019d drop my guard. That\u2019s why he did it. Sadly enough, it almost worked. After all, he was no threat; just a gentleman trying to help out a lady. Well, screw him! He could pull the hero crap on some other unsuspecting girl. I waited for him to come out to tell him to his face. But Sergio rounded the corner first.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere you are, sugar. I wondered if you\u2019d fallen in.\u201d Sergio handed me a shot glass filled with a pink liquid. \u201cI got your Pepto, but I had to talk to three bartenders before I could get your order filled.\u201d<\/p>\n

Seriously? Bartenders make a shot called Pepto Bismol?<\/p>\n

I hadn\u2019t known it at the time, but what a lucky stroke of genius that was. Sergio must\u2019ve thought it was a drink all along and hadn\u2019t realized I was a smartass.<\/p>\n

The men\u2019s bathroom door opened behind me, and heavy footsteps approached. I was still irritated the douchebag had used a diversion tactic to hit on me, but the last thing I wanted was him to stroll up and ask me what I was drinking. It was one thing to let Sergio think I had an upset stomach, but it was a whole other thing to share that false information with the hunky weasel.<\/p>\n

I threw my head back, downed the shot in one large gulp, and handed the empty glass back to Sergio. \u201cWait a minute,\u201d I said. \u201cThat wasn\u2019t\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Two large hands captured my waist, spinning me sideways with dizzying speed, and a sharp, assertive mouth sheared the rest of the words from my lips. The stupid weasel was kissing me. I hadn\u2019t expected it, and it only furthered my irritation. I\u2019d have to play along to make it look good. Either that or I\u2019d be stuck with Sergio the rest of the night.<\/p>\n

Damn. I hate weasels.<\/p>\n

Begrudgingly, I kissed him back, but only to make it believable. At least that\u2019s what I told myself. If he wanted a show, then that\u2019s exactly what he was going to get. I leaned into him, curled my arms around the back of his neck, and moaned softly.<\/p>\n

Immediately, his lips stopped moving against mine, and his body became rigid. I thought it was the end of the match, and we would each return to our respective corners. With me being the winner and all.<\/p>\n

Boy, was I wrong!<\/p>\n

The moment I began to back away, he firmed his grip on my waist and parted my lips with his tongue, deepening the kiss. No, actually, it wasn\u2019t a kiss, more like a molestation of my mouth. Who was I to complain, though? It was good. Really good.<\/p>\n

My fingers slid through his hair. His tongue touched mine, and a fiery sensation rocketed through my entire body. Involuntarily, I shivered, and it set him off. His thumbs dug into my hips as he pulled me tighter against his growing erection. I gasped at his hardness and, remembering where we were, fought the urge to touch it.<\/p>\n

A bathroom hallway in a packed nightclub wasn\u2019t where I wanted to partake in a public display of heavy petting. I must\u2019ve surprised him when I responded to his kiss, but it all happened so fast I didn\u2019t have time to contemplate his motivation. Nor did I care to. Sergio had to be standing there with wide eyes and an open mouth, but I didn\u2019t want to stop long enough to check.<\/p>\n

When I finally pushed the weasel away, he grunted in protest, but didn\u2019t stop me. Panting softly, I glanced around and noted the empty hallway. Sergio had disappeared.<\/p>\n

I wasn\u2019t sure what to say. My brain shifted gears but had trouble getting up to full speed. So I said the first thing that popped into my head. \u201cDid you wash your hands?\u201d<\/p>\n

A patronizing grin contorted his face, but he ignored my question and asked one of his own. \u201cWhy do you taste like Pepto Bismol\u2026and chocolate?\u201d<\/p>\n

My cheeks flushed with heat. \u201cLong story, but it doesn\u2019t matter. Why\u2019d you do that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo what?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou kissed me. Why?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLong story, but it doesn\u2019t matter.\u201d He winked and then walked away.<\/p>\n

His abrupt departure surprised me, but I was outraged he didn\u2019t ask for my name or phone number. Hell, he didn\u2019t even ask me to go home with him. As if he actually intended to save me from Sergio after all. And I never thanked him.<\/p>\n

Back in the bathroom, I composed myself, fanning my face with a paper towel. I was hot, but it wasn\u2019t the kind of heat staved off by air conditioning. Only time\u2014or possibly an orgasm\u2014would cure the fever under my skin.<\/p>\n

After a few minutes, I strolled back into the main room more in control of the brain fog that had overwhelmed me. I spotted Gina and Dale walking in the opposite direction from me on the other side of the dance floor. I yelled to get their attention, but the music was too loud.<\/p>\n

Weaving through the crowd, I waved frantically and yelled again. \u201cGina! Dale! Hey, over here!\u201d<\/p>\n

By the time I noticed the step up in the floor, it was already too late. I tripped and reached for the closest thing to me, which happened to be a man. Trying to catch myself, I had an intimate moment with the bulge in his pants on the way down.<\/p>\n

The floor punched me in the face, but the pain was slight compared to the mortifying beating my pride had just taken. Two seconds after I hit the floor, I decided to stay there. I wasn\u2019t sure if it was because I physically couldn\u2019t get up, or mentally didn\u2019t want to.<\/p>\n

The man I\u2019d felt up lifted me with ease, stood me upright, and held me until I steadied myself. Mortified, I refused to look up until I heard him ask, \u201cAre you okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

No! It can\u2019t be.<\/p>\n

My eyes shot up, looked directly into his, and I stopped breathing. It was the hunky weasel with the steely gray eyes. If I had to embarrass myself in front of someone, why did it have to be him? Where in the hell is Sergio when you need him?<\/p>\n

The hunk smiled as if he read my mind. \u201cI always wanted a girl to fall head over heels for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stood motionless and tried to think of something to say that didn\u2019t sound stupid. \u201cWell, next time I\u2019m near your crotch, I\u2019ll be sure to bring my knee pads.\u201d Nope. That wasn\u2019t it. At least six guys turned their heads toward us and sucked in a breath.<\/p>\n

A young Hispanic guy leaned over, flexing his eyebrows. \u201cDamn, girl, where have you been all my life?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOut of it,\u201d I sneered. \u201cNow, leave me alone. I\u2019m talking to the weasel.\u201d Disappointed with our exchange, the guy turned away and shrugged to his buddies.<\/p>\n

I turned my attention back to the man who lifted me from the floor and noticed he glared with one offended eyebrow raised. \u201cThe weasel?\u201d<\/p>\n

My cheeks flushed. \u201cIt\u2019s what I dubbed you, since I didn\u2019t know your name.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy a weasel?\u201d He paused. \u201cWait\u2026 You thought I was hitting on you back there?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, yeah.\u201d<\/p>\n

The confusion on his face changed to humor as he shook his head. \u201cNope.\u201d<\/p>\n

I guess I should\u2019ve been relieved, but I wasn\u2019t. Actually, I was insulted and\u2026well, pissed off. \u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that a trick question, where no matter what I say I\u2019m going to be wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust answer the question.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDamn,\u201d he said, grabbing my arm and jerking me away from the crowd. \u201cWhy are you yelling?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause I\u2019m mad at you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t even know me. Do you have a split personality disorder or something?\u201d<\/p>\n

I gritted my teeth and narrowed my eyes. \u201cYou\u2019re a weasel and a jerk!\u201d<\/p>\n

My outburst made him laugh. A lot. When he finally got himself under control, he grinned. \u201cLook, I get that you have this head-turning ability and like to stand out in a crowd, but I don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou think I turn heads?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSweetheart, a man would have to be blind or stupid not to look.\u201d He smiled again. Damn, I wished he\u2019d stop doing that. \u201cDefinitely a looker, but that makes you trouble. I don\u2019t need the unwanted attention you crave.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d swear there\u2019s an insult somewhere in there.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDarlin\u2019, if I insult you, you\u2019ll be the first to know. Now point out your friends. I\u2019ll see to it you get to them safely.\u201d<\/p>\n

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