Blog Tour, Excerpt & #Giveaway: ☆Honor Bound☆ by @SamanthaChase3 and @NoelleAdams3

Honor Bound

by Noelle Adams, Samantha Chase
The Protectors #2
Publication Date: June 16, 2014
Tour: Honor Bound by Samantha Chase and Noelle Adams
My life was just like any other girl’s until the Maxwell corporate empire ruined my family and stole my future. I’d given up hoping to see justice done, but then the way to right this wrong was dropped in my lap. My job with an event planner can get me into the home of one of Maxwell’s business partners. I can find evidence of what they did to my father. I can make sure they pay.I wasn’t expecting Sebastian.Sebastian has been hired for security, but he is also the son of the man I despise. I should hate Sebastian purely on principle. I shouldn’t care that he’s sweet and funny and sexy as hell. He’ll always be a Maxwell, and that means he’s my enemy.
I can’t help but want him anyway.

He seems to want me too, but only for a good time. He’s the son of privilege, and he’ll never be serious about me. He’ll also never betray his family. If he finds out what I’m really doing here, he’ll turn on me in an instant. He’ll keep me from finding justice.

It’s just that I keep finding him instead.

Cautiously, I stepped inside, and at a cursory glance, nothing looked out of place. The king-size bed was made with military precision and everything on the furniture surfaces looked to be in its place. I wandered further into the room and saw something that was definitely out of place.

It was that perfect little butt—today it was encased in slate gray—and it was sticking out from what I can only guess to be one of the master closets. What in the world could she possibly be measuring for up here? I knew for a fact that this area was going to be off limits for the party. No matter how detailed her boss wanted her damn measurements, they shouldn’t need anything from here.

I didn’t want to alert her to my presence just yet. I was kind of getting used to this game. Carefully, I crouched down to the floor. Using my best stealth tactics, I crawled up until I was right beside her. I was amazed that she hadn’t noticed me yet. Leaning in, until my lips were almost against her ear, I whispered, “I can’t help but admire your thoroughness on this job.”

Ali shrieked, and as she jumped back, she cracked me right across the face with the back of her hand.

“Oh, my God,” she cried, as soon as she realized what she’d done. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

I sat back on my haunches and tested my jaw. It stung like a son of a bitch. When my eyes were able to focus, I saw that she was devastated by what just happened—but I wasn’t sure if it was because she smacked me or because I caught her crawling around again. “You’ve got a mighty strong hand there.”

She blushed, and I thought she looked absolutely adorable.

“I’ve never hit anyone in my life.” She covered her face with her hands for just a moment, obviously trying to pull herself together.

“Well, you did a pretty good job for your first time,” I said, trying to lighten the mood. I had hoped that she’d look at me and smile—or laugh—but she did neither. I watched as she removed her hands from her face and stood up. She straightened her pants and her simple white blouse before reaching down for her notepad and measuring tape.

“I really am sorry,” she said coolly. Now she fidgeted with her ponytail. “I’m done in here so you can do…whatever it is that you came in here to do.”

When she turned to walk away, I snapped out of my stupor and lunged to my feet. I reached out and clasped my hand around her upper arm. “Hey, wait,” I said and was relieved that she didn’t pull away. “What were you measuring for in here? This whole area is going to be off limits for the party. We’re even installing extra security up here to make sure that no one gets in.”

Ali averted her eyes. “Oh, well…I wasn’t sure of that. I know that Mrs. Gentry likes to show off her possessions and…well…I came up here to see if there were…um…any areas of the room that we could use to either set up special…lighting…or to pipe in music from the ballroom. The DJ wants to see if we can rig something up to pipe music throughout the house.”

I knew a lot about women. I knew when they were flirting. I knew when they were interested. I knew when they were turned on.

And I knew when they were nervous.

And Ali was most definitely nervous. But why?

I didn’t completely buy the whole music thing, but right now, I didn’t really care. “Oh, okay.” Reluctantly, I pulled my hand from her arm and then placed them in my pockets to keep from touching her again. She felt very delicate under my hands, and it made me twitch with the need to touch her in other places, too.

“So,” I said, hoping to indulge her in more casual conversation, “how is your day going, other than clobbering innocent onlookers?”

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About Noelle Adams: Noelle handwrote her first romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. She has lived in eight different states and currently resides in Virginia, where she teaches English, reads any book she can get her hands on, and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel.

She loves travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too many years of her life in graduate school, she has decided to reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary romances.

Her second book, a holiday novella titled “The Christmas Cottage” hit #10 on Amazon’s Best Seller List on Christmas Eve. It was a great Christmas gift! Watching the numbers rise and fall is a daily roller coaster ride but definitely an exciting one! And on February 25th, she released the follow up novella – “Ever After” – available exclusively on Amazon.

When she’s not working on a new story, she spends her time reading contemporary romances, blogging, playing way too many games of Scrabble on Facebook and spending time with her husband of 23 years and their two sons in North Carolina.

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