My Review: Dark Protector by Celia Aaron

My Review:  Dark Protector by Celia AaronDark Protector by Celia Aaron
Publication Date: February 27, 2017
Genres: Dark, Suspense
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From the moment I saw her through the window of her flower shop, something other than darkness took root inside me. Charlie shone like a beacon in a world that had long since lost any light. But she was never meant for me, a man that killed without remorse and collected bounties drenched in blood.
I thought staying away would keep her safe, would shield her from me. I was wrong. Danger followed in my wake like death at a slaughter house. I protected her from the threats that circled like black buzzards, kept her safe with kill after kill.
But everything comes with a price, especially second chances for a man like me.
Killing for her was easy. It was living for her that turned out to be the hard part.

Author's Note: This is a full-length romance novel. Explicit violence and hot sex included. HEA, no cheating.

My Review

Dark Protector by Celia Aaron is a standalone, dark suspense novel.

“I chose to invest in that brief bit of splendor, live in the moment, realize that things can and will end, but that I don’t have to let fear of the end rule me.”

Hook, hook, hook!  Once again, I opened the pages of a novel by Author Celia Aaron and sighed with the relief that a true book lover feels when they are wrapped into a novel from the opening chapter.  It was euphoric.  This author has become one of my favorites.  Her writing is smart, on point, well thought out, and brilliantly executed. Dark Protector was no exception.  She proved, once again, that she could write in the same trope as previous novels, but bring a fresh and eye-catching storyline.

“You’re it for me. The first, the last, the only person I want to touch or taste. The only one I want to kill for. The one I’d die for.”

The main characters in this story, Charlie and Conrad, had qualities that were a magnet for my senses. They were gritty with an edge of care, and sweet with an edge of the inquisitive.  I knew that the slow churning of their connection in the face of chaos and destruction was a foreshadowing of how their bond would, at some point, culminate into an explosion of lust and frenzy. This simultaneously made me want to rush to get to that point, but also slow to enjoy the burn of their unconventional pairing. Their quest to overcome bad and hope to reserve some sense of normalcy for themselves was a constant that played into each page as they fought to disarm a past with consequences.

“You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. I just had to find you.”

Dark Protector was a cleverly written, fast paced, action-packed dark suspense novel with bad-to-the-bone characters, crazy hot love, and a storyline that was fit for the big screen.

“Second chances never come cheap.”

5 Stars


“Look.” He pulled his pistol from its holster, laid it on the dresser, and began unbuttoning his shirt. “I realize this isn’t optimal for either of us. You don’t want to be here.”

I tried not to stare at the gun, but I was already trying to figure out if I could get to it before he could.

“You can’t.” He glanced at the gun then back to me. “I’ll always win.”

“Always?” I edged toward the door to what looked like a bathroom.

He sighed, weariness heavy on his exhale. “Yes. It’s what I do.”

“You kill? Is that what you mean?”

His face hardened, a muscle ticking in his jaw. At that moment, I realized how truly terrifying he could be. Built like a solid wall of muscle, at least six foot five, with a handsome face and eyes that went cold in a heartbeat. I swallowed hard and bumped into the doorframe at my back.

“I’m going to need to patch this.” He jerked his chin toward his shoulder, but kept his eyes on me. “But first, I’m going to take care of your nose and get you cleaned up.”

“First, you need to tell me why I’m even here.” I couldn’t keep the shrill notes from my voice. “Why did Berty take me? Why is this happening?”

He reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off in a singularly masculine move. His abs flexed, and his bare chest looked carved and hardened. Black ink trailed around his arms and met in the center of his chest. “Death before dishonor” was written between his pecs with a flourishing script. His fingers had individual letters on each one. Scars dotted his body—some long gashes with dots on either side from stitches, others that were rounded or jagged. He was a battlefield, his story told with blood and scar tissue.

About Celia Aaron

Hi, I'm Celia. Nice to meet you. Can you keep a secret?

I write smut. Gritty, dirty, delicious smut. This is a secret we can share. I'll do the writing. You do the reading. We have to keep our relationship quiet because I have a highly respectable day job. At night, I become markedly less respectable, as you will see.

Thanks for stopping by and I hope you enjoy my stories. And remember, it's our secret.

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