#GUARDIAN By Remy Blake is #LIVE
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The daughter of my oldest friend is now my responsibility. I expected a little girl in pigtails. What I got was a Lolita with an attitude that drives me insane, and a body that fuels every man's fantasies.
She's everywhere I turn. Tormenting me, teasing me, taunting me; wrapping herself around my every thought. Invading my life in more ways than one. Ivy Colt is my poison.
I know I shouldn't want her, but like her namesake she's an itch I need to scratch.
Brock, a 35 year old detective, was shocked to find out that his oldest friend had passed away. He was even more shocked to discover that his friend requested that he take guardianship of his daughter. Brock hadn’t seen his friend in years, and he wasn’t aware that he even had a child. He knows absolutely nothing about taking care of a child, least of all a little girl.
When his new charge, Ivy, arrives, she isn’t at all what he expected. Instead of being a sweet little girl, she is a full grown woman. Ivy is almost 19 and wearing clothes that leave little to the imagination. He knows that he is in for trouble when she looks him in the eye and asks if he is her new daddy.
Ivy doesn’t want to live with this strange man that she has never met, but she does want her inheritance. The only way for her to receive it is for her to stay with Brock for 6 months. At first, she tries and succeeds to get under his skin, but eventually she realizes that it is best to play nice.
Brock agrees to try to stay out of Ivy’s way, and she agrees to do the same. They have a strong attraction toward one another, but neither one of them think it’s a good idea to give into it. Not only is Ivy his best friend’s daughter, but she is young and has her whole life ahead of her. Ivy has big dreams to travel the world, and she doesn’t need anyone holding her back.
Living together and not interacting doesn’t last long. Having a regular friendship isn’t an option for them, because the sexual tension between them is too strong to resist. It isn’t just the sexual tension either. They have actual feelings for each other. However, that doesn’t change Ivy’s plan for her life. As much as she cares about Brock, she isn’t going to let a man come in between her and the life she’s always wanted.
I always say that the characters are what can make or break a story for me. In this case, they definitely made it. Brock and Ivy made the story seem more realistic, because they were. Ivy was mature and strong minded for her age. She didn’t act like a love struck teenager. Her goals and plans for her future mattered to her, and she wasn’t willing to let anything cloud her judgement. Brock was sweet, thoughtful, and understanding when it came to what was best for her. He wanted her to have everything she wanted, and never wanted to interfere with that.
Guardian is a quick, sexy read that you won’t be able to put down. The writing is addictive, the sex is hot, and the story is perfectly paced and entertaining. If I didn’t know this book was written by two authors, I would have never guessed, because everything flowed exceptionally well from beginning to end. Honestly, I think that whoever the mystery female author is, she is Jacob Chance’s perfect match.
I enjoyed this story immensely, and I will be reading everything written by Remy Blake that I can get my hands on in the future. It is exactly the kind of short, steamy read I always hoped to find. If the blurb peaks your interest, you are a fan of forbidden romance, or are looking for a short, hot read with more substance than most, this one is for you!
*If you have any issues with OW or OM kissing or having sexual contact with the MCs before they officially get together this probably won't be for you*
She clings to me like a second skin once we’re on the highway. Riding with her plastered against my back, her pussy pressed against my ass is like the best foreplay ever. I wish I could take advantage of the build up when we get home. There’s nothing I like better than to fuck after riding.
By the time I park the bike in the garage and put both helmets away, Ivy is already inside the house. Removing my boots at the door, I walk to the kitchen in search of a beer. It’s hot as hell out there, today.
Ivy’s in the kitchen drinking water from a bottle, her head tipped back exposing her smooth neck. I stop in my tracks, looking her over from her wind blown hair all the way down to her sexy little feet.
She finishes her drink and notices me there. A smile breaks out over her face and she rapidly closes the distance between us. “I had so much fun, Brock,” she smiles and throws her arms around my neck. My arms wrap around her like they have a mind of their own and my hands caress up and down the middle of her back. Each time they get dangerously close to her ass.
She lifts her head from my chest and stares at my lips. It’s an invitation that’s impossible to miss and impossible to turn down. Leaning forward, I brush our mouths together and pause, waiting for her to change her mind. Her hands on the back of my neck urge me down to kiss her again. Slamming our lips together with an out of control need, I grip strands of her hair between my fingers and hold her head in place.
Our tongues tangle and she wiggles her sexy little body against me. Her nipples brush back and forth on my chest making my cock hard as nails. My hands release her hair and trail down to cup her round ass. I scoop her up as if she weighs no more than a feather. She wraps her legs around my hips and rubs her pussy against my cock. Two steps bring me to the kitchen counter where I set her down. Our mouths never lose contact. We’ve both been fighting this attraction since day one. We kiss as if we’re starved for each other. This moment was inevitable.
Her hands slip under my t-shirt, her fingers tease my skin along the waistband of my jeans. Fuck. I want her so bad. I want to strip us both of all our clothes and impale her on my cock. I want to fuck her harder than Jude or anyone else ever has. Instead, I catch her hands in mine, pulling them behind her back. “Lean back on your palms,” I tell her, guiding them to the counter. She listens and it makes me want her even more. The position she’s in has her chest thrusting forward. Slowly, I lift her shirt and then undo her bra. Her naked tits are the hottest I’ve ever seen. The tips hard and begging for my mouth to close around them. My hands cradle her as my mouth lowers to take one nipple between my lips. She moans and arches her back more. Moving to the other nipple I suck the hard tip into my mouth and then let my tongue circle around it. “Yes,” she gasps.
My hand moves to her stomach, sliding down to toy with the button on her pants. Glancing down at her, our eyes lock and I can see she wants this as bad as I do.
“Please,” she whispers. My fingers undo the button and as my thumb and index finger grip the tab on her zipper a knock on the front door has me freezing in place.
“Don’t stop, Brock,” she begs, but the interruption has the effect of an ice bucket dumped over my head.
I shake my head. “This never should have happened.” Turning away, I leave her seated on the counter and head to the front door. Opening it I find Jude standing there.
“Hi, is Ivy here?”
“Hi, is Ivy here?”
I cross my arms over my chest and shake my head. Just what I fucking need. This dude sniffing around her again. “Yeah, come in.” I gesture for him to enter. “I’ll grab her for you.”
I move back toward the kitchen my pace quick. I find Ivy still sitting on the counter, but her clothes are back in place. “Jude’s here,” I say.
She smiles. “He is?” she questions her face lighting up at the thought of spending time with him. I scowl. She scoots forward and lowers herself to the floor in a rush to get to him..
“Ivy,” I call her name. She glances up at me. “Don’t let him put his hands on you.”
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Remy Blake is a best selling male and female author duo who paired up because two dirty minds are better than one. Bringing readers steamy, short reads, with insta lust/love and a HEA.
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