December 12th

Saber’sVida by L. Ann Marie

Her breathing gets shallow and I’m ready for her to push me over. “Again, my beautiful witch. Take me to heaven with you and I’ll protect you in my arms while we fly.” I jump back to English slamming into her, feeling every stroke she makes. Wrapping my arms around her I pull her up. “Now, baby, let go now.” Sitting back on my knees I slam her down with a growl and hold her still while she yells.
Jesus, keeping her wrapped up in me I catch my breath without moving anything else on my body. “You feel like heaven, beautiful.”
“You too,” she moans holding my arms as if I’m going to let go.
I kiss her neck and shake my head. She blows my mind making it hard to remember if I spoke English or French.
A knock then the door opening has my arm reaching for the table. My gun is aimed with one arm across Cassidy. She giggles as Myrna’s head pokes around the door. Jesus Christ. I’m on my knees with my back to the door and Cassidy in front of me laughing. “Next time I shoot first,” I growl at her.
“Oooh it would be worth it! Stella!”
I’m trying to decide if stunning her would kill her while Cassidy is laughing like the cartoon dog only making those wheezing sounds. “Get out!” My finger stretches as I aim at her shoulder.
Stella pushes the door open wider running in. Seeing the gun, she stops short. “Oh my, look at the muscles on his back!”
Cassidy is coughing in between the wheezing dog sounds and I’m fucking pissed. “Get the fuck out!” Yelling does no fucking good with these two.
Myrna steps in the room and I shoot the wall with the laser. They scream running out. Dropping the gun, I turn Cassidy around. “Bella, relax. Just hold your breath for a couple of seconds.” Her head is nodding but her body is still shaking with the wheezing and coughing.
“Is she okay, Rafael?”
This is not happening, but it does explain how Myrna and Stella got in. “Mom, get out and close the fucking door.” I hold Cassidy against me thinking there is no possible way this could get any more embarrassing for her.
“Harper! Cassidy can’t breathe!” my mother yells and I pick up the gun pointing it at the door. Stella and Myrna are yelling out there telling Lecompte to hurry.
Lecompte runs in and spins around moving right back out. “Lecompte, get them away from my fucking room! Hold them in the living room using whatever force is necessary!”
“Roger, Commander. Umm, I am backing in the room to pull your mother out.” She steps back in reaching behind her laughing the whole fucking time. Jesus.
“I changed your diapers. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” My mother wants to make a stand now?
Lecompte makes a noise giving my mother’s arm a yank. “I’m pretty sure watching them like this is incestuous porn.”


L. Ann Marie began her literary career with The Baxters and is now working on her fourth series, The Protectors. While her books feature ex-SEALs and Badass Bikers, she is also focused on the strong women these men need to help right the world’s wrongs and keep their small part of the world safe. These women are extraordinary, strong, and determined to make a difference.

L. Ann has created an amazing Club, tackled the taboo subjects, and made it easy to imagine living in a world where your protection comes from ex-SEALs and Bikers.

Yes, they kill people. Yes, they shoot at the bad guys’ feet to cause them pain. Yes, they throw tampons at each other regularly. That being said, these men do these things while stopping human trafficking, bringing their Club into legitimate businesses, fighting gangs to keep drugs away from their town and children, all while keeping women sheltered safely and trying to stop domestic abuse.

These are the kind of men that don’t leave a Brother behind. They don’t treat women as possessions and they don’t cheat. Respect takes on an honorable meaning. Women and kids are cherished and everyone is looked out for and everyone is equal.

With so many readers commenting about rereading the series over and over, L. Ann Marie feels like she’s told her characters’ stories in a way that would make them proud.

Every book will make you laugh, make you cry, and make you angry at the injustices of the world. However, every book will also give you hope that we may just get it right yet.

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