Guardian Angel re-released today!

Country singer Daniel “Dusty” Young can’t understand why anyone would want him dead, or why anyone would think he’s important enough to kidnap. So it comes as a complete surprise when attempts are made on his life and he’s appointed Rafe, a G-man guardian angel. Rafe is determined to protect Daniel, even from himself, but it’s not an easy job.

When Rafe finally takes Daniel off to the middle of nowhere, it gives them time to pursue other things, like each other. Too much R&R might just make them sloppy, though, and sloppy could get them killed. Can they survive fighting for their lives and falling in love?

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“Is your lip okay?” Rafe asked. The ointment seemed to have done a good job getting down the swelling, but it still looked a little sore.

“It’s a little tender. Nothing worth worrying over.”

God, the man’s eyes were blue. Real blue.

“Then I guess I’m not going to freak.” Rafe leaned in a little, eyes watching Daniel’s get closer. There were a lot of reasons why this wasn’t a good idea. Then Daniel’s tongue slid over his lips, soft and right, like fire. Oh, man. Then there was the reason it was. He made a sound, soft and needy, fingers curling in Daniel’s pocket.

“Mmmhmm. So fucking pretty.” Daniel pushed the kiss a little deeper, tongue slipping past Rafe’s lips.

He wasn’t pretty. And he might have said so, except Daniel’s tongue was in his mouth, and it was so hot. He moaned, his mouth opening up and letting Daniel in. He’d been kissed before, but this? This was warm and slow, controlled. It was like Daniel was tasting him and feeling him and offering him something really good all at once. Another not whimper pushed from him and his free hand reached out, finding Daniel’s hip and holding on.

Daniel moaned, the sound vibrating Rafe’s lips. Oh, God. Oh, God. He moved his fingers, touching the tip of Daniel’s cock again through his pocket.

“That’s it. Damn, Angel. That’s just fine.”

“Name’s Rafe,” he whispered, though just now it didn’t seem very important. No, not important at all.

“Mmmhmm. Rafe. Rafael. Pretty Angel. Kiss me again.”

“Okay.” He didn’t argue the point that he wasn’t pretty and Angel wasn’t his name. He didn’t argue the point that it had been Daniel kissing him. He just pushed their lips back together again, his tongue sliding past Daniel’s lips this time.

Daniel opened, let him in, sucked on his tongue, just humming away.

Rafe shivered, his cock going all the way hard, making him push against Daniel. That made the hums louder, the suction harder. Fuck, he needed, wanted. He pushed harder against Daniel, hands pulling Daniel toward him.

Daniel pressed close, entire body rubbing against Rafe. Hard cock rubbing against him.

“Oh, God. I want you.” Rafe spoke without thinking.

“There’s two beds. Pick one. Food’ll wait.”

Rafe pushed Daniel back, going down with him, his finger still stuck in Daniel’s pocket. Daniel’s sore hand stayed up out of the way, his other hand stroking over Rafe’s head and tugging him closer. Rafe rubbed them together, his cock aching as he slid against Daniel’s body.

“Let me feel you. Skin on skin. Come on,” Daniel urged.

Rafe nodded, tugging his hand out of Daniel’s pocket. Rolling to the side, he started on the buttons of Daniel’s shirt. Daniel’s chest was lightly muscled, nipples flat and pale beneath the thin t-shirt, broad shoulders leading down into a tiny waist.

“Oh, you’re the pretty one. Well…handsome. You’re gorgeous.” He popped the top button of Daniel’s jeans, looking up into the blue eyes to make sure it was still all right.

“Just a singer. You? Fuck, you’ve got promise.”

“What am I promising?” Rafe asked, smiling as his fingers slid on Daniel’s skin. So hot and smooth, little hairs just above the waistband catching on his fingertips.

“Mmm… Pleasure, Angel.” Daniel responded to every touch, moving like no lover Rafe had ever had.

He slid his hands back up to tease the pretty pink nipples, watching as they hardened up for his fingers. He knew he was blushing, but Daniel’s words made him warm, too. Hot.

“Men could write songs about those fingers, I swear.” Daniel pressed up against Rafe, hard and wanting.

“Hey, you don’t have to make stuff up. I’m kind of a sure thing, here.”

“Good. Lose the shirt? Let me see?” Daniel leaned up, nuzzling into Rafe’s neck.

“Yeah.” Rafe nodded, sitting up to tug off the damned denim jacket and pull off the black T-shirt that went with it.

“Oh, look at that belly…” Daniel reached out with his good hand, petting and stroking and moaning.

Rafe’s muscles rippled beneath Daniel’s touch. He worked out; it was nice to have it noticed. He leaned back down slowly, mouth pressing against Daniel’s again, fingers sliding on Daniel’s skin.

Oh, man. They fit together well, belly to belly, one of Daniel’s legs wrapped around Rafe’s. He moaned into Daniel’s mouth, tongue sneaking back in between Daniel’s lips.

He could feel the heat of Daniel’s cock pressing against his own through too many layers of denim. “I want more,” he told Daniel.

“Hell, yes. I’m all about more.” Daniel nipped and sucked Rafe’s lips.

Rafe moaned and started working on Daniel’s zipper, trying hard not to bump or catch the man’s prick.

Fuck. Daniel was wet-tipped and hard, prick pushing out toward Rafe’s hand. He gasped softly, fingers sliding over the head, picking up the slightly sticky liquid.

“Mmm…yeah. Right there. Right fucking there.”

Rafe nodded, pushing his index finger against the leaking slit, his breath catching in his throat. A dull flush rushed up Daniel’s belly, sexy as anything. Rafe dropped his fingers to circle just the head, squeezing slightly and then moving up and down.

God, Daniel was hot, silky.