Full Force Fatherhood

by Tyler Anne Snell

  Fatherhood was never in the cards…until an innocent family wrapped themselves around his heart…

  Mark Tranton thought his bodyguard career ended the day he watched a client die. Now Kelli Crane—the widow—needs Mark to keep her and her little girl safe. Mark swears he’s not the man for the job, but when the vulnerable beauty is attacked, there’s no way he can deny the woman he failed two years before.

  Being around Kelli again stirs something in Mark he could never admit. And spending time with her daughter makes him long to be more than just their personal protector. But digging into the past riles someone who won’t rest until Kelli pays the ultimate price. Mark refuses to allow that to happen. Even if he has to sacrifice their newly discovered happiness to keep her out of the line of fire.

  “You can go into my bedroom if you’d like.”

  Instantly he realized he’d made the offer sound suggestive. A Freudian slip if he’d ever had one.

  Kelli did a half-snort laugh and retreated into the room. It could have been his imagination but it looked as if her cheeks had reddened. Then again, he could have been mistaken.

  Mark stretched out his legs and realized just how tired he felt. Resting his head back on the cushions, he crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes. When Kelli was finished he’d offer her some coffee and make a very strong one for himself.

  His thoughts went from coffee to the woman who had suddenly become a part of his life. Would she still be after they’d somehow found the justice they both wanted and so desperately needed?

  And, more important, how would he feel about it?

  FULL FORCE

  FATHERHOOD

  Tyler Anne Snell

  Tyler Anne Snell genuinely loves all genres of the written word. However, she’s realized that she loves books filled with sexual tension and mysteries a little more than the rest. Her stories have a good dose of both. Tyler lives in Florida with her same-named husband and their mini “lions.” When she isn’t reading or writing, she’s playing video games and working on her blog, Almost There. To follow her shenanigans, visit tylerannesnell.com.

  Books by Tyler Anne Snell

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  Orion Security

  Private Bodyguard

  Full Force Fatherhood

  Manhunt

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  CAST OF CHARACTERS

  Mark Tranton—One of the Orion Security Group’s best agents, he believes he was born to do his job. However, when what was supposed to be an easy contract ends in tragedy, he cuts himself off from work and his friends. Two years later, the beautiful woman he widowed needs his help. Can he help find answers for that fateful night and justice for the young family?

  Kelli Crane—After one night changed everything, she has tried to put the past behind her and move on for the sake of her little girl and herself. It isn’t until she’s packing up her late husband’s office that she finds evidence that casts doubt on if they really found justice for him at all. Armed with fierce determination, can she work with the man who saved her life while trying to become a part of his?

  Victor Crane—An investigative journalist working on a spotlight for a charity foundation, he is caught off guard when things take a deadly turn after he takes his wife and bodyguard to his family cabin to finish his work.

  Dennis Crawford—Retired editor and the last person who worked with Victor, he tries to convince Kelli to move on and to not keep visiting the past.

  Lynn Bradley—Kelli’s best friend since they were young, this partner-in-crime shows nothing but love and unwavering loyalty to Kelli and her family.

  Grace Crane—Daughter of Kelli and Victor, this toddler becomes the driving force for the adults around her to find the truth before it finds them.

  Nikki Waters—Founder of Orion Security Group and one of Mark’s closest friends, she’s more than happy to help right an old wrong and try to protect the Crane family from any more heartache.

  This book is for Lillian Grace and Katie.

  Lily, thank you for being the coolest kiddo I know. One day you’ll be able to appreciate there’s a book dedicated to you. Until then I’m sure your mom will hide this sucker until you’re older!

  Katie, thank you for being a sister, a true friend, and giving me motherhood goals to aspire toward. Not to mention showing me such a strong bond between mother and daughter that it was almost easy to translate it to paper. I’ll always love every bit of you and your family!

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Excerpt from Hard Rain B.J. Daniels

  Chapter One

  “Something’s not right.”

  Kelli Crane looked at her husband and sighed. “Making fun of me isn’t going to win you any points, Victor,” she warned. “Don’t poke the bear.”

  “Because she might poke back?”

  He walked into the cabin’s bedroom, where she had been lounging with a book, and took a seat at the edge of the bed. In his late thirties, Victor Crane had managed to hold on to his boyish grin with ease. Tall, almost lanky, he had short strawberry blond hair that looked like extensions of the sunlight that fell through the windows, and eyes that mimicked the blue of the sky. She could claim the same kind of brightness about herself, but slightly different—dirty-blond hair, green-gray eyes, a tan that could only be described as sun-kissed—but sometimes when she looked at Victor, her own beauty felt diminished. Staring at her husband of a year and a half, she wondered what their children might look like.

  “If you keep mocking me about wanting to keep you safe,” she said, “poking back is the first thing I’ll do.”

  Victor held his hands up in defense. “Whatever you say, my love.”

  She put down her book and smiled. She knew he had only indulged her paranoia by hiring the bodyguard two rooms away. For the past two weeks, he had tried to put her worries to rest. In his line of work as an investigative journalist, sometimes the crazies came out. That didn’t mean they should run for help after receiving a few deep-breathing phone calls at the house. However, Kelli couldn’t stop her anxiety from mounting as more than just a few calls had come in.

  “How’s the story coming along?” she asked, setting the book against her stomach. Her hand hovered there a second before she let it drop. “Please tell me you’re almost done.”

  “The news article is nearly finished, yes. I should be done by tomorrow.” He stood and stretched. “Then we can resume our normal lives.”

  “You wouldn’t want to stay a few more days?” Kelli looked out the window. Victor’s family cabin was a few skips away from a crystal-blue lake that looked like a painting, wi
th a pier that Victor had probably walked down since he was a child. Her family had never had moments like that. Then again, if her parents had been alive, she was sure they would have tried. They had been good, loving parents before the car crash had happened when she was younger.

  “If this was a vacation, then I’d say yes, but...”

  “But you’re here to work,” she interrupted.

  He nodded. “And when that work is done, I have to move on to the next assignment.”

  “One that I hope won’t make me feel we need to hire another bodyguard.”

  Victor laughed. “Let’s be honest. The only reason you hired him was for a little eye candy,” he whispered. He raised his eyebrows suggestively, joking with her. Kelli swatted at him.

  “Dark hair and muscles galore?” she said. “Who would want that?”

  Victor came to her side and bent low. He brushed his lips across hers for a soft kiss.

  “Not you,” he replied, laughter behind each word.

  Kelli smiled. It had been a while since they had been able to spend more than an hour or two a day together. Since they had been married, Victor’s assignments had taken him away from their home in Dallas.

  But that was going to change soon.

  It had to.

  “Well, back to the grind. Do you need anything?”

  Kelli pictured the ice cream in the freezer but decided against it.

  “I think I might take a nap. I still don’t feel all that great.”

  Victor gave her forehead another quick kiss. “Nap away, my love.”

  And then he was gone.

  * * *

  MARK TRANTON HAD watched the sun set as he finished his routine perimeter check. He might have had a history of traveling internationally and domestically, but this was the first client to bring him to a lakefront property. If he ever took his vacation time, he might consider coming back to a place like this.

  In the dwindling light, the isolation felt serene.

  He was almost glad that his boss, Nikki Waters, had more or less forced him to take on the weeklong contract with Victor. Even if both Nikki and Victor had said his presence was more for Mrs. Crane’s peace of mind.

  Since the Orion Security Group was in the middle of an expansion—thanks to a large contract completed two months before by Mark’s good friend Oliver—the small company’s caseload had tripled. Even though the closest contract start date was two months away. Including one for which Mark would be traveling to Washington for a three-week commitment.

  Which was why Nikki had said accompanying the Cranes to a family vacation home in North Carolina was “the closest to a vacation” that Mark would take.

  He couldn’t complain.

  They were on day three of the contract, and Victor and his wife had been nothing but pleasant.

  “Are we in the clear?” Victor asked him.

  Mr. Crane was standing in the kitchen, beer in hand, when Mark came back inside and locked the door. There was a lightness to his tone but no disrespect. He might not have shared his wife’s fear for safety, but he didn’t discount Mark’s job. Mark respected him more for that.

  “I think we’d hear or see someone coming a mile away,” Mark answered honestly.

  “This place is kind of off the beaten path, but that’s why I thought it might do Kelli some good.” Victor pulled out another beer from the fridge and started to offer it to Mark but caught himself. He switched out the bottle for water, which Mark thanked him for. Although he could have gotten away with one drink, he wouldn’t. A bodyguard needed to stay alert at all times. No exceptions. “Kelli’s normally not this anxious. But lately some things have happened that have...well, made her more emotional. I just want to keep her from getting all worked up.”

  “That’s nice of you,” Mark said.

  “Well, I feel it’s the least I can do. I’ve been working a little more than I should be.”

  “I can relate to that,” Mark said with a quick smile, even though he loved his job. When he wasn’t given a new client, he asked for one. He’d been working in the private security business since he was twenty-one. It was as much a part of him as the scars on his back and the muscles he had honed as a job requirement. Pretending that overwork bothered him would be just that.

  Pretend.

  “You know what I like about you, Mark?”

  “Aside from my stoic nature?”

  Victor laughed. He seemed always to be laughing.

  “Aside from that, I’d have to say I’m surprised you haven’t asked me what I’m working on. If I were you, I would have pestered me the last few days.”

  Mark shrugged. “Once Nikki vets a client, that’s pretty much all I need to know. You’re a freelance journalist working on a piece for a national news syndicate. I don’t need to know the topic to make sure no one shoots you.” Victor nodded in assent. “Plus, you said yourself that it wasn’t anything that would ruffle anyone’s feathers.”

  “True,” he confirmed. “It’s a piece spotlighting a private charity foundation based in Texas.” It was Victor’s turn to shrug. “Nothing too menacing sounding, am I right?”

  “Yeah, I’d have to say that—”

  The back of the cabin exploded in a fiery ball of glass and wood. The blast sent both men to the ground hard. Heat instantly filled the air, smoke hot on its tail.

  Mark was the first to pick himself up, stumbling to his feet, trying to get his bearings. Looking to his right and down the hallway, he couldn’t tell what the explosion’s origin was. But he knew the outer wall that ran across the office, hallway and master bedroom and bathroom was definitely affected. Flames sprung up everywhere.

  Mark went around the counter and hoisted up his client. Through the ringing in his ears, he could hear Victor yell out his wife’s name.

  The instinct to get the journalist to safety flared within him, but he didn’t try to hustle him through the two doors or six windows they had access to. It wouldn’t do any good. Victor loved his wife and wouldn’t leave her. Mark wouldn’t, either.

  “Behind me,” Mark yelled as he righted the man. Victor’s eyes were wide, terrified. He nodded, and they began to move down the hallway as quickly as Mark was comfortable with.

  Whatever had blown up had damaged the office opposite the bedroom the most. Through the open door, he could tell the wall was gone. The window in the hallway had blown out, and flames were in the process of devouring the frame. Mark sucked in a breath as he went into the bedroom.

  Lying on the floor next to the bed was an unconscious Kelli. Smoke was already hugging the ceiling, billowing out from the bathroom. While Victor bent at his wife’s side, Mark ran to see where the new smoke was coming from. The bedroom’s outer wall wasn’t on fire like the hallway.

  He didn’t have to look far. Flames were pulsing up the outside of the house, even stretching around to the right side where the guest bedroom was.

  That’s when Mark saw him.

  A figure dressed in black ran around the perimeter of the house, right where Mark had walked minutes earlier.

  “Someone’s outside,” he yelled. Kelli was in Victor’s arms, limp. Mark wanted to help her, but he also needed to deal with the person responsible for starting the fire. Victor was about to say something when a horrible crack split the air.

  With less than a second to react, Victor threw Kelli forward just as the outer wall crumbled. All Mark could do was watch as Victor was thrown to the ground beneath the wall and part of the roof. With the new source of oxygen, the fire expanded in a violent burst.

  Mark went down to his knees, using his body to cover Kelli until everything settled. However, nothing did.

  “Save her,” yelled Victor. He was trying to move but, in that one horrible moment, both men realized that the weight would be too muc
h for either of them to move. That didn’t stop Mark from trying.

  He quickly went to the journalist’s side and tried with everything he had to lift the largest piece of wall and wood from Victor’s back. It didn’t budge. Not one bit.

  “Save her,” Victor yelled again. Another wave of heat rolled through the air. Mark looked around. The escape route into the hallway wasn’t going to last much longer.

  Mark met the blue eyes of his client, knowing it would be the last time he ever saw them.

  “I can save you both,” Mark said, though he knew it was a lie. Flames were licking at his back. If they didn’t get out now, they wouldn’t.

  Victor yelled one last plea, making Mark decide the fate of three people all at once.

  “She’s pregnant!”

  Mark didn’t hesitate after that. He picked up Kelli and gave Victor one last look.

  “I’ll come back,” he yelled, but the man didn’t answer.

  Mark kept Kelli to his chest and ran into the hallway. The state of the rest of the cabin confirmed his earlier fear. Someone had not only blown up the side of the house but also set the area around the entire structure on fire. Reason told him that the kitchen and its back door would be their best bet. The figure in the dark wouldn’t have had time to get the fire going too strongly there.

  Kelli stirred in his arms, coughing violently. He held her tighter and almost yelled in relief when he saw the back door wasn’t crawling in flames. He threw it open and ran straight into the water a few yards away. The lake was low for the season, and the dock was high off the water. He splashed under the wood, giving them the only cover available in the backyard.

  No shots had rung through the air and no attack had been initiated as they left the house. But that didn’t mean the perpetrator wouldn’t still try.

  “What the—” Kelli started to catch her breath, eyes open and looking wildly at him.

  “Are you okay to stand?” he asked quickly, already tilting her feet into the water. Confused, she nodded. “I need you to stay right here, hidden, okay?”