Bishop’s Angel by Tory Richards
After ten years of sacrificing everything for his country as a Navy SEAL, Bishop is looking for salvation, and something more permanent in his life, something good. Angel, a pretty kindergarten teacher, thinks she’s just what he needs. Their chemistry is instant, and explosive, only Bishop has trouble letting go of his commitment to his country. It’s up to Angel to prove there’s room for her in his life.
“The police are on the way, ma’am.
still in the kitchen.”
her voice when she realized she’d spoken too loud. “I don’t know if it’s a
woman or a man.” She’d been too afraid to look when she had the chance.
Movement coming from the kitchen told her the intruder was still there, but for
how long? She was crouched at the end of the couch, too afraid to turn around,
frightened that at any moment she would be discovered. “Please hurry!”
Angel’s eyes rounded with fear when she sensed
and slammed her phone into the side of his head with a piercing scream. All she
could make out was a tall, dark outline.
slammed her hands against a massive chest, shoving him away from her as hard as
she could. Her only thought was making it back upstairs to the safety of her
room until the police arrived, but the second her palms landed on the man’s
rock-hard chest she knew she was in trouble. He stumbled back but she had a
feeling it was due more to her catching him by surprise than the force of her
hands were on her and for a moment they
hyped up on adrenaline and a strong sense of survival, and she used her nails
and teeth on the naked arms and powerful hands trying to subdue her. It gained
her enough freedom to make it to the stairs but halfway up she found her ankle
being grabbed, she fell, and then she was pinned beneath a heavy weight.
against him. But she was no match for his superior
beneath her hands. In no time his hands had wrapped around her wrists, and she
was pinned against the stairs.
his face too close to hers.
then she felt cool air in places that she shouldn’t, reminding her that all she
had on was a thin nightshirt and a pair of bikini panties. Judging by the super
hard pecks she felt pressed against her breasts; her shirt had come undone,
too. An insane thought crossed her mind, why
wasn’t he wearing a shirt? She wiggled wildly, unintentionally scraping her nipples
across his flesh.
In an effort to subdue her, he pressed his body against hers.
her body in an effort to dislodge him. His muscled thighs and powerful legs
flexed against hers, easily holding hers still.
grated in a rough voice.
face. “I live here,” Angel said without hesitation, glaring up into his
shadowed face. She was aware there was no way he could see her because it was
he know that? “The police are on
their way so I suggest you let me up and get out of here.” Her energy was
beginning to wane. He was too strong and big, and the longer they remained like
that, the more she began to feel uncomfortable with their intimate proximity.
intruder would make if he were caught in someone
or something. Angel decided to switch tactics.
weakly. Things grew still between them and she sensed his silent contemplation,
as if he were wondering if he should believe her. She whimpered a little for
don’t try anything stupid,” he warned.
off her body, Angel got to her feet and dashed the rest of the way up the
door in his face. She didn’t know what she hoped to accomplish, except to get
away from him until the police arrived. What was taking them so long? She ran
to one of the windows and opened it. Maybe she could push out a screen and—
kicked in. She screamed and made a beeline for her connecting bathroom.
waist and she was lifted off her feet. “Let me go!” She wiggled and kicked,
very much aware that her butt was against a very intimate part of his body.
Burning heat replaced the fear flowing through her blood because his cock
wasn’t as flaccid as it should have been.
bed and for the second time she found herself
“Before this goes any further I think we need to talk.”
panted, twisting beneath him.
hesitation. There was a confidence in his tone that surprised her.
turned on the reading light at the head of the bed. How did he know that was there? Meeting eyes the color of blue topaz, everything in Angel
froze, including her breath. Oh
God, I know those eyes! She
didn’t know the man personally, but she
knew of him from the pictures on the
fireplace mantle downstairs. He was Diana’s older brother, and Navy SEAL Bishop Strong. Suddenly everything made
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About the Author:
Tory Richards is a grandma who likes to read and write smut. Born in Maine, she’s spent most of her life in Florida. She’s been a writer since the dawn of ages,(1965),and did it for many years before getting discovered by her daughter and niece. They encouraged Tory to submit to a publisher, and that book, Cupid’s Arrow written under her real name, was on the publisher’s best sellers list for two months!
Tory retired from Disney, and today she resides with her daughter, son-in-law and grandchildren, where she spends her time between family, four cats, and writing.
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