RELEASE TOUR: Stand and Deliver by Aimee Nicole Walker (Excerpt)

RELEASE TOUR: Stand and Deliver by Aimee Nicole Walker

Length: Approximately 83,000 words
Series: RAVEN Securities, Book One
Prior Reading: Prior reading NOT required
Genre: Contemporary
Tropes: Tortured hero, grumpy/sunshine, hurt/comfort, opposites attract, and a little forced proximity 
Trigger/Content Warnings: N/A
Designer: Natasha Snow

A risk prevention specialist with a tight grip on his heart meets the prince of pandemonium who wants to set it free.
 
For Rayden James, love means devastating loss, so he focuses his energy on growing his private security business and avoiding romantic entanglements at all costs. His dedication pays off when his company lands its largest account yet. But the ink is barely dry on the contract when a chaotic charmer crashes through his defenses and makes Ray crave things he shouldn’t want.
 
Atticus Livengood is not living up to his name after a teeny-tiny mistake costs him his career, his home, and his dignity. With his self-esteem circling the drain, Atticus makes overhauling his life the top priority. A new job offers the perfect fresh start until a hopeless attraction to the head of security threatens to trip him up.
 
Sparks fly from the jump, and each new encounter fuels a physical and emotional connection that refuses to be ignored. But surrendering to their desire means making themselves vulnerable to one another and a fickle universe that takes just as quickly as it gives. Will Ray and Atticus stand and deliver for a chance at love or play it safe and walk away?
 
International best-selling author Aimee Nicole Walker is back with a brand-new series featuring heartbroken heroes and the men who make them whole again. Stand and Deliver is the first book in the RAVEN Securities series, which should be read in publication order. Pick up your copy or download today!

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EXCERPT:

Rounding the side of the building, I saw a hooded figure wailing away on a grayish hatchback car with a crowbar. He’d already knocked out one of the windows on the side I could see and had likely knocked out one on the opposite side too. I ripped my walkie-talkie off the belt and radioed for help as I willed the stupid golf cart to go faster. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” came Archer’s tinny reply.

“No, damn it. I need backup at the community recreational building. Call the police.” 

“Police? What’s going on?”

“Just get here.” Thinking of the sabotaged batteries, I added, “Better drive our SUV.” As if to prove my point, the electric motor sputtered and whined. “Shit.” 

Clang, clang, clang. Crash!

The assailant was too busy bashing the rear quarter panel and window on the poor car to notice my approach. I wanted to keep it that way. 

“What’s that noise?” Archer demanded.

“An assault on a vehicle. Get here.”

“I’m already on my way. Almost to the SUV. Should you approach this perp alone?”

“So far, the assailant has only brandished a crowbar. I can survive that.” 

The electric golf cart battery died, and I bit back another curse. The hooded assailant jerked his head up, noticing me for the first time. 

Launching myself out of the cart, I commanded, “Don’t move.” 

The assailant froze like a deer in headlights for all of two seconds before he turned and ran. I pumped my arms and legs fast in pursuit, smiling to myself because I had done my homework, and his chosen path only led to trouble. Sure enough, I rounded the building and saw that the perp had trapped himself between the building on the right, an eight-foot stone wall on the left, and a six-foot privacy fence in front of him that surrounded the outdoor pool, where the occupants jammed to seventies’ disco music. The only real escape was for this asshole to get past me, and that would not happen. 

“Together. Spread ’em. Together. Spread ’em,” called out a man on the other side of the fence. 

The assailant raised his crowbar as if he might charge me, then launched it over the pool’s privacy fence instead. He took two steps back to get a run, then leaped toward the top of the fence, landing in the middle with an awkward splat. The guy somehow held on to the top of the fence and dug his toes into the wood to climb the rest of the way. His slow progress allowed me to hit the fence directly behind him. My lead foot landed in the middle of the board, and I used the momentum to propel me up high enough to see over the top. Gripping the fence, I flung my body over the boards, eyes scanning the surroundings to see where the man with the crowbar had gone. My gaze landed on a bare-chested, hot guy balanced on the edge of a chair with his toned legs extending in front of him. He was stuck in the spread ’em position as he gaped at me, which sent my mind to places it had no business going under the circumstances. 

Awareness sparked and sizzled in my brain as familiar eyes locked on me and widened in surprise. I still couldn’t tell if they were green or brown. The world around us faded away, and my descent seemed to slow. Keeping my attention on Atticus was stupid and dangerous. I needed to survey the rest of the area, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him, not even when I landed on the concrete with a jarring thud. 

That momentary distraction allowed the assailant to take a swing at me with the crowbar. I felt the air move and ducked just in the nick of time, so the blow glanced off my shoulder instead of hitting me in the head. I lowered my shoulders and rammed them into his gut, lunging forward with more strength than was necessary to make the tackle. One minute, my feet were on solid ground, and the next, I was falling through air and splashing into the water. My attacker squirmed in my grip, but I wasn’t about to let go. I wanted to take the fucker down to the bottom of the pool and alligator roll him until he stopped moving. But a cooler head prevailed, and I dragged the assailant to the surface of the pool. 

about the author:

Aimee Nicole Walker is an international bestselling author of Male/Male contemporary romance and romantic suspense novels. Her stories guarantee hunks with big…hearts, lots of humor and heat, and the occasional homicide. Aimee is a lifelong dreamer, an avid reader, and an off-key singer. Only two of those traits help her craft captivating characters and charming communities where everyone is welcome. She uses the other quirk to entertain her pets during writing breaks. 

Aimee has loved the same guy for over thirty years. Her husband is the reason she can write romance novels, and he’s possibly inspired a fictional murder plot a time or ten. They share three adult children, two adorable grandsons, and a menagerie of pets that don’t include goats or donkeys…yet. Love inspires everything she does, books keep her sane, and coffee is the magic elixir that fuels her day.

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