Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Unexpected Mission Sweet Surrender (Sub Mission #3) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | T.S. McKinney |
| Language: | English |
| ISBN/ ASIN: | B07QVDZRZ1 |
| Book Information: | |
When Landon is offered an assignment to be the bodyguard of a gorgeous young male model, he expects the case to be nothing he wants. He certainly has no interest in following a spoiled, rich young model around Milan, Italy from one catwalk and party to another, and he doubts the threats Jinx has been receiving have any real merit to them. Probably just some teenaged fans stalking their favorite “boy model” and nothing to get worked up about. But when Jinx’s own father says the exact same thing, it makes Landon inexplicably angry and protective over him, because Landon would never allow his own son, Ari, to be threatened by anyone. Only Jinx’s mother and Landon’s agency fear for the young man’s safety, so Landon takes the case despite his qualms and soon realizes Jinx badly needs two things that are up to now missing in his life—a firm hand and some unconditional love—and love not based on how much money he can bring to his family. Jinx has never met a man like Landon before. The handsome, fearless bodyguard who gives him orders and expects him to do his best to follow them, also awakens a passion in Jinx that no female has ever managed to do before, an undeniable attraction that could match the need that seems to grow stronger every day. But could Jinx actually be falling for another man? Problems between the two abound—Landon is almost twenty years older for one thing, and they come from two vastly different worlds. In order to work it out between them, Jinx has to learn the truth of who’s behind the threats to his life, and discover who his enemies and his allies really are. He has to learn to fight for his happiness even if it means facing a killer. | |
| Books in Series: | Sub Mission Series by T.S. McKinney |
| Books by Author: | T.S. McKinney Books |
Chapter One
Landon
“I honestly think that Micah needs to come home immediately. Whoever sent the emails and notes he’s received are beginning to escalate with their obsession of him. You’ve seen the news, Michael. These stalkers become obsessed, dream up a relationship that doesn’t really exist, and then they come after their victim. I only want what’s best for our son.”
“For fuck’s sake, Cynthia! Calm down. You’re scaring our son with your obsession with following the tabloids and fake news. Micah is not only booked in Milan, his schedule for the remainder of the year is full. I have people begging and offering obscene amounts of money to bump off another contender and put their label ahead. Now is not the time to let a few silly threats interfere with Micah’s dream. You’re acting like a schoolgirl. You know better than this, Cyn. Surely you can remember what it was like to be the most sought-after model in the world. What’s wrong? Are you jealous of our son’s success?”
I arched my brow at that comment and waited on Samantha to intervene in the conversation and kick the guy’s ass for talking to her best friend like he was. During the flight over, Samantha had given me a briefing on his latest assignment—the one I’d tried to decline but she’d insisted that I was the man for the job. I’d finally explained that I was worried about Arizona and was afraid my head wouldn’t be in the game, but she’d brushed off my concerns without even considering my worries. She’d quickly dismissed my words by saying that Eli was handling Ari’s safety while on the cruise, so she needed me to take care of her godson.
Speaking of the godson—the young man in question was sitting quietly at the conference table, trying to appear interested when he was clearly bored with the entire conversation. He hadn’t talked much, just a few softly spoken words in greeting to him and Samantha. He was polite—perhaps overly polite for someone his age and in his current position in the modeling world. Yes, modeling. I wasn’t certain what I’d done in another life to deserve the punishment of having to babysit a model, but it had to include boiling puppies alive or serving kittens to alligators.
There was nothing in the world that could have been less interesting to me than being embroiled in the billion-dollar industry of the rich, famous, and drop-dead gorgeous. The kid probably made more in a week than I made in a month. Well, at least he was polite and not a spoiled-rotten asshole…like his father. The man was a total full-of-himself twat. Just being in the room with him made my blood pressure soar through the roof. Hell, if Samantha didn’t step up and shut him up, I was going to have to achieve the honor myself.
“I’m only worried about him, Michael. There’s no reason to be so offensive,” Cynthia Gentry said. There was an edge to her tone, letting me know this wasn’t her first disagreement with her ex-husband regarding her son’s modeling career. “Perhaps you should worry more about his safety than the bottom line or his popularity for once.”
“Shut the fuck up, Cyn!” Michael snarled. “You were also jealous of me and you’re allowing that jealousy to interfere with our son’s career!”
“Enough!” Samantha yelled. “This conversation is absolutely ridiculous. Michael, your son has received threatening letters and emails. Your security for him is well below average and unable to keep him safe if these threats turn out to be something more than just a sixteen-year-old girl sitting behind a computer screen and doing a 24/7 Google on Jinx Gentry and then allowing her teenage hormones to convince her to do something stupid like threaten to abduct him. If you aren’t going to allow him to return home, then surely you will allow my company to see to his safety while he works.”
Michael literally snarled at Samantha. “Stop acting like you care about Micah’s safety just because you’ve slept with my ex-wife!”
Wow. Samantha had left that part out of the portfolio.
Samantha stood up and leaned over Michael. “One of us needs to, Michael…and apparently, it isn’t going to be you!”
“Both of you make me sick!” the father growled. “I won’t allow it. More security isn’t in the budget.” His eyes gleamed with hatred as he looked at Samantha and Cynthia. “Send your Rottweiler home, Cyn. You’ve wasted her time and money by having her fly over here.”
The man truly was remarkable. Here I was, worried about my own son even though one of the best bodyguards in the world was stuck to him like glue while he was on his birthday cruise, but this man didn’t want the best security for his son because it wasn’t in the fucking budget? I hadn’t wanted this job. I disliked the entire modeling industry because it appeared superficial and catered to the self-image problems many young girls and boys, and older women and men suffered from. I wanted nothing more than to get back on the plane and wait for Arizona to return home, safe and sound. I liked working with my client, not against them.