Unbound

By Lauren Hawkeye

Celebrity archaeologist Cari Dunn knew an affair with Jasper Benjamin was dangerous. Especially after the sound of shattering glass interrupts what was supposed to be a pleasure-filled night. When the threats against Cari start to stack up and the list of suspects seems higher than ever, Jasper calls for backup. Some very hot and exciting backup. For one night, Cari feels more protected than ever. But if they're lost in passion, can they see the danger before it's too late?

The Uninhibited! 3-Part Serial is best enjoyed in order.
Reading Order:
Part 1 - Untamed
Part 2 - Unbound
Part 3 - Undone

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Jul 10, 2017
• ISBN: 9781640631281

Lauren Hawkeye

Lauren Hawkeye is a writer, yoga newbie, knitting aficionado and animal lover who lives in the shadows of the great Rocky Mountains of Alberta, Canada. She's older than she looks–really–and younger than she feels–most of the time–and she loves to explore the journeys that take women through life in her stories. Hawkeye's stories include erotic historical, steamy paranormal, and hot contemporary.

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Table of Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Acknowledgments

About the Author

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2017 by Lauren Hawkeye. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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Edited by Jenn Mishler

Cover design by Erin Dameron-Hill

Cover art from Shutterstock

ISBN 978-1-64063-128-1

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition July 2017

To the Cat in my life, aka the amazing Cathryn Fox. You listen to me whine and you send me virtual wine—what can I say? I couldn’t do it without you.

Chapter One

I braced myself for an impact that never came. Even though he’d been the one to shove me to the ground, Jasper somehow still caught me in midair and rolled, cushioning my fall and covering me with his body. My lungs were on fire as I instinctively held my breath, waiting for what came next.

Adrenaline pumped through me, and after what felt like ten minutes but was probably only one, I pressed my hands against his chest, needing to see what the hell had just happened.

Damn it, Cari. Stay down! No matter how much pressure I applied, those massive arms remained, a cage around my face. It would likely have been smart to stay there, to let him do his job, but I’d never liked small spaces, and pressed beneath him as I was, it was hard to catch a breath.

Please. I huffed and pushed again. Can’t…breathe.

Irritation glittered in his eyes, and as I blinked up at him, I realized that this wasn’t a man I’d met yet. The Jasper I’d spent the day—and night—with was stern, with a facade that would crack if you wedged yourself in there just right. The person acting as a shield for my body as the last of the glass tinkled down around us?

If I hadn’t just seen that he would do whatever it took to keep me safe, I might have been afraid. Whoever had just shattered this glass, I didn’t want to be in their shoes.

Anger was fire in my veins, evaporating the fear. I shouldn’t need a bodyguard. I shouldn’t be scared in my own damn room when all I’d done was my job.

Let me out. After a moment’s hesitation, during which I would have bet my soul that he was assessing the remaining threat, he rolled enough for me to get free. I crawled to my feet, wincing as I became aware of a thousand tiny cuts, bee stings that would probably hurt like hell tomorrow.

Right now, I didn’t care about these little cuts. Right now, I’d been pushed from mildly concerned about the vandalism to furious that I was being targeted.

I was a good person. Hell, most of the time I couldn’t even stand up for myself. What had I done to deserve this?

What the hell do you think you’re doing? He cast a sidelong glance at me, most of his attention fixed on the icy shards of glass jutting out of the window frame like the teeth in a jack-o-lantern.

Standing up for myself. Careful not to step on any glass, I snagged my dress from the floor. I cursed when I saw the straps that had been sliced clean through with his knife, but I tugged the remains of the garment over my head anyway.

My legs shaky, I wobbled on the high heels that I still wore.

I gasped once I’d smoothed the fabric back over my body, holding it to my chest with my hands. He’d pulled his pants up and moved, quiet as a big cat, and was standing a mere whisper away, still angling himself between me and the broken window. If you think you’re going out there, think again.

Excuse me? I could feel the