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Authors: Soraya Lane
Tags: #Fiction, #Romance, #Contemporary, #Contemporary Women
Her Soldier Protector
From different worlds…
Australian SAS hero Logan Murdoch has served his country well, but now he needs a break. Acting as bodyguard for singer Candace Evans should be easy, but something about Candace makes him long to hold her close and protect her from the world.
Candace has learned never to trust men, and even though Logan seems perfect, she can see the demons he tries to hide. She’s suffered too much hurt to open herself up for more, but will Candace be able to keep her distance when every fiber of her being pulls her toward Logan?
The Soldiers’ Homecoming
Brett, Logan and Sam were best friends, and three of the finest soldiers in the Australian SAS K9 division. But then one day, Sam was killed, tearing their friendship group apart and leaving Brett and Logan with memories that would haunt them forever.
Now back in Australia, Brett and Logan are adjusting to life outside the army. But they hadn’t counted on two gorgeous, intriguing, captivating women who swan into their lives and present them with challenges they’ve never faced before!
Available in March
THE RETURNING HERO
and
HER SOLDIER PROTECTOR
Available in April 2014
Dear Reader,
If you’ve read the first book in this series,
The Returning Hero,
you will already be familiar with the gorgeous Logan Murdoch. He was Brett’s very protective soldier friend, and it was great to revisit Brett and Jamie, and give Logan his own story, too.
I’ve been a dog lover all my life, and because of my affinity with canines this was a very special duet to write. I loved researching the special bonds between these strong, talented soldiers and their K9 teammates, and I like the fact that their dogs are respected members of the army in their own right. Having dogs on base has not only heavily reduced the number of United States and Australian soldiers losing their lives and limbs to improvised explosive devices, it has also boosted morale.
In this story, you will meet SAS soldier Logan and his beloved dog Ranger, who are both tasked with protecting country singer Candace Evans. She is the most unlikely heroine for Logan, but as you will discover, Logan is absolutely perfect for the disillusioned celebrity. Together they learn to put their troubled pasts behind them to build a future.
I hope you enjoy Logan and Candace’s love story, and please do contact me to share your thoughts!
Soraya
HER SOLDIER PROTECTOR
Soraya Lane
Writing for Harlequin Romance is truly a dream come true for
Soraya Lane
. An avid book-reader and writer since her childhood, Soraya describes becoming a published author as “the best job in the world,” and hopes to be writing heartwarming, emotional romances for many years to come.
Soraya lives with her own real-life hero on a small farm in New Zealand, surrounded by animals and with an office overlooking a field where their horses graze.
For more information about Soraya and her upcoming releases visit her at her website,
www.sorayalane.com
; her blog,
www.sorayalane.blogspot.com
; or follow her at
www.facebook.com/SorayaLaneAuthor
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Recent books by Soraya Lane
THE RETURNING HERO**
PATCHWORK FAMILY IN THE OUTBACK*
MISSION: SOLDIER TO DADDY
THE SOLDIER’S SWEETHEART
THE NAVY SEAL’S BRIDE
BACK IN THE SOLDIER’S ARMS
RODEO DADDY
THE ARMY RANGER’S RETURN
SOLDIER ON HER DOORSTEP
*
Bellaroo Creek
!
**
The Soldiers’ Homecoming
This and other titles by Soraya Lane are available in ebook format from
www.Harlequin.com
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As a little girl, I begged frequently for a dog of my own. Thankfully, I only had to wait until my 7th birthday before I was gifted an 8-week old Australian Silky Terrier named Chloe. So this book is dedicated to my amazing parents for giving this dog-loving girl her dream come true!
CHAPTER ONE
L
OGAN
M
URDOCH
SURVEYED
the waiting crowd. After years spent serving overseas, usually in the desert and lugging an eighty-pound pack on his back, he had no intention of complaining even if he had to wait another hour for his superstar client to arrive.
“Stand by for arrival in five minutes.”
He touched his earpiece as the other security expert’s voice came on the line.
“Cleared for arrival in five minutes,” he responded.
Logan moved down the line, checking that all the waiting fans were securely behind the low, temporary fencing. A couple of policemen were on guard, keeping an eye on the large crowd, and he had a security team ready to help if he needed them. He reached down to give his dog a pat, before moving out with one minute to go to wait for the car. Logan had already led his dog around and inside the entire perimeter to check for explosives, and now their primary objective was to get the client safely from the car into the building.
“I have a visual on the car. Stand by for immediate arrival,” he said, before talking to his dog. “Stay at heel,” he commanded.
His dog knew him better than any human possibly could, and the verbal command was just procedure. One look and Ranger would know what he was thinking.
The car pulled up to the curb—jet-black with dark tinted windows—and Logan stepped forward to open the back door. He’d researched his client, knew all there was to know about her in the public domain, but nothing had prepared him for seeing her in the flesh. For the slim, tanned legs that slipped from the car, the beautiful face turned up toward him or the star power she exuded from her small frame. She was gorgeous.
“Ms. Evans,” he said, holding out his hand to assist her. “Please follow me immediately through the front door. Will you be signing autographs today?”
Her eyes—big blue eyes that were as wide as saucers—met his, and she shook her head. Logan might never have met her before, but something told him she was terrified.
“Yes!” someone from inside the car barked. “Candace, you’re signing autographs. Go.”
Logan tightened his hold on her hand as she stepped out, and suddenly they were surrounded by flashes that seemed like bulbs exploding in front of them.
“Easy,” he told Ranger, his grip on the dog’s leash firm. “Let’s go.”
He released her only when she loosened her hold, then he walked with his palm flat against her back, his dog on his other side. If she wanted to stop to talk to fans, then that was her decision, but anything that alerted him to a potential problem? Then he’d be the one calling the shots, never mind what her manager or whoever he was wanted her to do.
“Don’t leave me,” she whispered just loud enough for him to hear, a tremble in her voice.
“I’m right here until you tell me to go,” Logan replied, moving his body closer to hers, realizing his instincts had been right. “I’ve swept every inch of this place, and my dog never makes mistakes.”
Logan watched her nod, before bravely squaring her shoulders and raising her hand in a wave to her fans. The flashes from the paparazzi were still in full swing, and now everyone in the crowd seemed to be screaming out to the woman they’d queued hours to meet. He’d been doubtful that she needed such high-level security, but the worry in her voice told him that maybe it had been justified.
“Candace, over here!” one girl was yelling. “Please, Candace, I love you!”
Logan steered her forward, stopping only when she did. He noticed the slight shake of her hand as she signed multiple autographs, before angling her body toward the building. He took his cue.
“Autographs are over,” he announced, at the same time as the crowd started yelling again.
They walked straight toward the door, stopping for a few more fans just before they disappeared inside.
Logan touched his earpiece. “We’re in the building. Secure the exits.”
As the doors shut behind them, Candace collapsed against the wall, her face drained of color.
“Ms. Evans?” he asked, at her side in a heartbeat.
“I’m fine. It’s just overwhelming,” she muttered, resting her head back against the wall. “I didn’t think I was going to be able to make the walk from the car.”
Logan dropped Ranger’s leash and told him to stay, before crossing the room to fill two glasses of water.
“He won’t hurt me, will he?”
Logan glanced back and saw that his dog was sitting to attention, ears pricked, eyes trained on her. Ranger was looking at her as though curiosity was about to get the better of him.
“Lie down,” he commanded, smiling as Ranger did as he was told. “He’s a big softie and he knows his manners. The worst he’d do is lick you if I let him, and he sure seems to like the look of you.”
Her smile wasn’t convincing, but she did seem to relax. He passed her a glass of water, trying not to look too intently at her bright blue eyes, or the long blond curls that were falling over her breasts. In real life she was beyond stunning—much shorter than he’d have guessed, and tiny, like a doll.
“Tell me why you’re so scared,” he asked. “I’m guessing it’s more than just the bombings that have happened around the world lately to cause a seasoned superstar like you to panic.”
Candace nodded, sipping her water before passing it back to him.
“I’ve received threats,” she told him. “The first few to my house, then a package sent to my last tour bus and another to my manager. I was fine to start with, but it’s starting to get to me.”
Crap. He’d guessed there was more to this story, but the fact that he was head of security and hadn’t been correctly briefed was a major breach of trust from everyone involved.
Logan kept his face neutral, not wanting her to see him as anything other than trustworthy and dependable. It wasn’t her fault that not all the information had been passed along—he would save his anger for someone who deserved to be blasted.
Like maybe his boss or her manager.
“I’ve worked with Ranger for five tours in warzones, so there is no chance an Improvised Explosive Device is coming anywhere near you without him detecting it,” Logan told her. “The only thing you have to do is make sure your people keep me fully briefed at all times. No secrets, no lies.”
The smile she gave him was shy, but it lit up her face, made her eyes swim to life. “Will you stay with me until I go on? I have an interview to do soon, but I’ll be in my dressing room until the show.”
“Yes, ma’am.” There was no way he was going to walk away when he’d finally seen her smile like that.
“I don’t even know your name,” she said, pushing off from the wall she’d been resting against as her entourage came down the stairs at the end of the hall, having been escorted into the building through a separate door.
“Logan,” he said. “And this here is Ranger.”
“Call me Candace,” she told him, her eyes never leaving his as they spoke. “If you’re in charge of keeping me safe, you can at least call me by my first name.”
Logan smiled at Candace and picked up Ranger’s leash, before following a few steps behind her. He might have moaned about being asked to work security by the Australian Army, but this job was turning out to be a whole lot more interesting than he’d expected. She was here to perform to a sold-out crowd and help promote Australia to the rest of the world at the same time, and being her private security detail might just prove to be the most enjoyable work he’d done in his career with the SAS.
Personally enjoyable, anyway. Not to mention it was a job that wasn’t going to haunt him in the middle of the night like his last few assignments.
*
For the first time in weeks, Candace was relaxed. The tightness in her shoulders had almost disappeared, and she wasn’t on edge, looking sideways to make sure no one was following her who shouldn’t be. Ever since the letters had started to arrive, she’d hardly slept and almost cancelled the last leg of her world tour, but she hated letting anyone down.
And then Logan had escorted her past the waiting crowd and into the building, and the fear and terror had slowly seeped from her body.
She’d had plenty of bodyguards over the years, usually hulking guys who could deal with any physical threat. But with the latest spate of bombings around the world and the situation with the letters, she didn’t just want men capable of brute strength around her. She’d asked for the best, and it looked like she’d received him.
“We’ll take it from here.”
She glanced across at her manager, Billy. He always had her best intentions at heart, or at least she hoped he did, but right now she wasn’t interested in doing what she was told.
“I’ve actually decided I want Logan to stay with me,” she said.
Eyebrows were raised in her direction, and she almost laughed at the stern expression Logan was giving them in response. She doubted that he was easily intimidated, or that anyone here would have the nerve to cross him, especially not with his fierce-looking dog at his side.
“This way,” Candace said, nodding toward the room with her name on it.
He followed, dog at his side, each of his footsteps covering more ground than two of hers. It was oddly comforting having his heavy boots thumping out of rhythm with the click of her heels.
“So are you in private security now?” she asked, wondering how someone who’d served in warzones was even assigned to work with her.
He chuckled. “Would you believe me if I told you I’m still SAS, but that the Australian government was so determined to have you here to promote their new tourism campaign they decided to send me here to head the security team?”
She shook her head, pushing open her door. Logan walked past her, his dog doing what appeared to be a quick check of the room.
“You’re not kidding, are you?”
“Nope. But I can’t say that I mind. After years on patrol in the middle of nowhere, it’s a nice change of pace before I retire.”
She sat down on the sofa and gestured for him to do the same, unsure of whether she believed him or not. “What do you feel like? Sushi? Something more substantial?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re ordering lunch for both us?”
“Ah, yes,” she said, not sure why he found that so unusual. “Unless you do something different at this time of the day in Australia?”
He shook his head, a wry grin on his face. “If you’re buying lunch, then I definitely have no complaints about this gig.”
“I have a bit of a ritual that I always eat Japanese food before a show. I’m thinking sashimi and miso soup, but maybe you’d like something more.”
“Candace, I’m used to eating dehydrated army food when I’m working, so if you feel like sushi, I say sure.”
“That settles it then. I’ll order.” She stood up to use the phone, ordering way more food than they’d ever consume.
Candace turned back around, eyes locking on Logan’s as he met her gaze. It wasn’t something she was used to—a man not intimated by meeting her, not fazed by the circus they’d confronted when he’d escorted her from her car.
She
knew that she was no one special, but men usually reacted badly to her fame or her money, and the way Logan was behaving was the complete opposite. He was just staring back at her like she was...ordinary. Although she guessed a lot of it, dealing with the crowds and stress earlier, was more to do with his training than anything else.
“Can I ask you something?”
He shrugged. “Shoot.”
“You’re the first guy in years who’s treated me like a regular woman and not a celebrity. Is it your training or just how you are?”
He leaned back, crossing his legs at the ankle and stretching out his big body. Logan was tall and fit, the T-shirt he wore snug to his athletic frame, pants stretching over his thigh muscles. She’d sure hit the jackpot where he was concerned.
“
Aren’t
you a regular woman?”
She felt a blush crawl up her neck and heat her cheeks. It had been a
long
time since a man had drawn that kind of reaction from her, but he’d said it like it was the most logical answer in the world. Which she kind of guessed it was.
“Of course I am,” she said, refusing to be embarrassed. “It’s just that men usually avoid me, look at me like I’m some freak show because they’ve seen me on television or in magazines, or otherwise they’re all over me. Even most of my bodyguards have never gotten used to dealing with the whole fan and paparazzi thing.”
“Sounds like you haven’t spent much time with real men,” he said with a chuckle. “Or maybe it’s just that Australian men aren’t so easily intimidated. A pretty lady is a pretty lady, no matter who she is, and at the end of the day, I’d rather a camera in my face than a semi-automatic.”
He thought she was pretty? “Well, maybe I should spend more time
down under.
Is that what you call it here?”
“Yeah, that’s what we call it.”
Candace could tell he was trying not to laugh.
“So, are you going to hang around for the concert?”
“Is that an invite?”
“There’s a VIP pass with your name on it if you want to stay. And I can’t say I’d mind you hanging around, knowing that you’re keeping an eye on things that could go boom.”
“Sure thing. Can’t say I’ve ever been given the VIP status before, so it’ll be a nice change.”
Candace cleared her throat. “Ah, do you have a partner or anyone I should add to the list, too?”
“Yeah, but he’s probably not that interested in a show.”
“Oh.” He was gay? She sure hadn’t seen that one coming, and it wasn’t exactly easy to hide her disappointment. “If you’re sure, then.”
Logan met her gaze, his eyes dancing with what appeared to be...humor? “You’ve already met him, actually.”
She swallowed, trying to figure out why he looked like he was about to burst into laughter again. “I have?”
“Yep. He’s pretty big, beautiful brown eyes...and he’s staring at you right now.”
It took her half a second before she locked eyes with the dog staring at her, his black tail thumping against the ground as she showed him a hint of attention, like he’d figured the joke out before she had.