Royal Rescue by Lisa Childs (Epub)

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Media heiress Josie returns home after being in witness protection for years and walks into a deadly trap, when gorgeous FBI agent Brendan – Josie’s former lover – rescues her.

Brendan is the reason Josie was in witness protection; how can she trust him? But what Josie doesn’t know is how far Brendan will go to ensure their reunion remains permanent.

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Ever since Lisa Childs read her first romance novel (a Harlequin of course) at age eleven, all she ever wanted to be was a romance writer. Now an award winning, best-selling author of over seventy novels for Harlequin, Lisa is living the dream. She loves to hear from readers who can contact her on Facebook or through her website www.lisachilds.com. –This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Goose bumps of dread rising on her arms, Josie Jes-sup slipped into a pew in the back of church. She hated funerals, hated saying goodbye to anyone but most especially to someone who had died too soon. And so senselessly and violently—shot down just as his adult life was beginning.The small church, with its brilliantly colored stained-glass windows, was filled with her former student’s family and friends. Some of them nodded in polite acknowledgment; others glared at her. They probably blamed her for the career he had pursued, the career that had cost him his life. At the local community college where she taught journalism courses, she had recognized the kid’s talent. She had even recommended he cover the story that had killed him, because it had been killing her that she couldn’t cover it herself.But she couldn’t risk anyone recognizing her. Even though her appearance had changed, her writing style hadn’t. If she had written the story, certain people would have recognized it as hers no matter whom the byline claimed had authored it. And Josie couldn’t risk anyone realizing that she wasn’t really dead.That was her other reason for hating funerals—because it reminded her of her own, of having to say goodbye to everyone she loved. She actually hadn’t attended her funeral; her ashes hadn’t been in the urn as everyone else had believed. But still she’d had to say goodbye to the only life she’d known in order to begin a new life under a new identity.But apparently she wasn’t making any better choices in this life than she had in her last, since innocent people were still getting hurt. She hadn’t pulled the trigger and ended this young man’s promising life. But she blamed herself nearly as much as some of these people blamed her. If only she hadn’t mentioned her suspicions regarding the private psychiatric hospital and the things that were rumored to take place there The gnawing pangs of guilt were all too familiar to her. The first story she’d covered, back in college, had also cost a young man his life. But then she’d had someone to assure her that it wasn’t her fault. Now she had no one to offer her assurances or comfort.Chatter from the people in front of her drifted back. “Since Michael was hoping to sell the Serenity House story to one of Jessup Media’s news outlets, I heard Stanley Jessup might attend the funeral.”Josie’s breath caught with hope and panic. She wanted to see him. But she couldn’t risk his seeing her. For his own protection, her father had to go on believing that his only child was dead.”Not anymore,” the other person responded. “He’s in the hospital. They don’t even know if he’ll make it.”Josie leaned forward, ready to demand to know what had happened to her father. But before she could, the other person had already asked.”He was attacked,” the gossiper replied. “Someone tried to kill him.”Had all the sacrifices she’d made been for naught? Had her father been attacked because of her? And if so, then she’d done nothing to protect him except deprive him of what mattered most to him. She had already been guilt-ridden. Now that guilt intensified, overwhelming her.If her father didn’t make it, he would die never knowing the truth. She couldn’t let that happen.”Jessup. . .hospitalized in critical condition “The breaking news announcement drew Brendan O’Hannigan’s attention to the television mounted over the polished oak-and-brass bar of O’Hannigan’s Tavern. At 9:00 a.m. it was too early for the establishment to be open to the public, but it was already doing business. Another kind of business than serving drinks or sandwiches. A dangerous kind of business that required his entire focus and control.But Brendan ignored the men with whom he was meeting to listen to the rest of the report: “Nearly four years ago, media mogul Stanley Jessup’s daughter died in a house explosion that authorities ruled arson. Despite her father’s substantial resources, Josie Jessup’s murder has never been solved.””Josie Jessup?” one of the men repeated her name and then tapped the table in front of Brendan. “Weren’t you dating her at one time?”Another of the men snorted. “A reporter? Brendan would never date a reporter.”He cleared his throat, fighting back all the emotions just the sound of her name evoked. And it had been more than three years..Wasn’t it supposed to get easier? Weren’t his memories of her supposed to fade? He shouldn’t be able to see her as clearly as if she stood before him now, her pale green eyes sparkling and her long red hair flowing around her shoulders. Brendan could even hear her laughter tinkling in his ear.”At the time I didn’t know she was a reporter,” he answered honestly, even though these were men he shouldn’t trust with the truth. Hell, he shouldn’t trust these men with anything.He leaned back against the booth, and its stiff vinyl pushed the barrel of his gun into the small of his back. The bite of metal reassured him. It was just one of the many weapons he carried. That reassured him more.The first man who’d spoken nodded and confirmed, “It wasn’t common knowledge that the girl wanted to work for her father. All her life she had seemed more intent on spending his money, living the life of an American princess.”An American princess. That was exactly what Josie had been. Rich and spoiled, going after what she wanted no matter who might get hurt. She had hurt others—with the stories Brendan had discovered that she’d written under a pseudonym. Her exposes had started before she’d even graduated with her degree in journalism.Brendan should have dug deeper until he’d learned the truth about her before getting involved with her. But the woman had pursued him and had been damn hard to resist. At least he had learned the truth about her before she’d managed to learn the truth about him. Somehow she must have discovered enough information to have gotten herself killed, though.The news report continued: “The death of his daughter nearly destroyed Jessup, but the billionaire used his work to overcome his loss, much as he did when his wife died twenty years ago. The late Mrs. Jessup was European royalty.””So she was a real princess,” Brendan murmured, correcting himself.”She was also a reporter,” the other man said, his focus on Brendan, his dark eyes narrowed with suspicion.It had taken Brendan four years to gain the small amount of trust and acceptance that he had from these men. He had been a stranger to them when he’d taken over the business he’d inherited from his late father. And these men didn’t trust strangers.Hell, they didn’t trust anyone.The man asked, “When did you learn that?”Learn that Josie Jessup had betrayed him? That she’d just been using him to get another expose for her father’s media outlets?Anger coursed through him and he clenched his jaw. His eyes must have also telegraphed that rage, for the men across the booth from him leaned back now as if trying to get away. Or to reassure themselves that they were armed, too.”I found out Josie Jessup was a reporter,” Brendan said, “right before she died.”It’s too great a risk She hadn’t been able to reach her handler, the former U.S. marshal who had faked Josie’s death and relocated her. But she didn’t need to speak to Charlotte Green to know what she would have told her. It’s too great a risk After nearly being killed for real almost four years ago, Josie knew how much danger she would be in were anyone to discover that she was still alive. She hadn’t tried to call Charlotte again. She’d had no intention of listening to her anyway.Josie stood outside her father’s private hospital room, one hand pressed against the door. Coming here was indeed a risk, but the greater risk was that her father would die without her seeing him again.Without him seeing her again. And.Her hand that was not pressed against the door held another hand. Pudgy little fingers wriggled in her grasp. “Mommy, what we doin’ here?”Josie didn’t have to ask herself that question. She knew that, no matter what the risk, she needed to be here. She needed to introduce her father to his grandson. “We’re here to see your grandpa,” she said.”Grampa?” The three-year-old’s little brow furrowed in confusion. He had probably heard the word before but never in reference to any relation of his. It had always been only the two of them. “I have a grampa?””Yes,” Josie said. “But he lives far away so we didn’t get to see him before now.””Far away,” he agreed with a nod and a yawn. He had slept through most of the long drive from northwestern Michigan to Chicago; his soft snoring had kept her awake and amused. His bright red curls were matted from his booster seat, and there was a trace of drool that had run from the corner of his mouth across his freckled cheek.CJ glanced nervously around the wide corridor as if just now realizing where he was. He hadn’t awakened until the elevator ride up to her father’s floor. Then with protests that he wasn’t a baby but a big boy now, he had wriggled out of her arms. “Does Grampa live here?””No,” she said. “This is a hospital.”The little boy shuddered in revulsion. His low pain threshold for immunizations had given him a deep aversion to all things medical. He lowered his already soft voice to a fearful whisper. “Is—is Grampa sick?”She whispered, too, so that nobody overheard them. A few hospital workers, men dressed in scrubs, lingered outside a room a few doors down from her father’s. “He’s hurt.”So where were the police or the security guards? Why was no one protecting him?Because nobody cared about her father the way she did. Because she had been declared dead, he had no other next of kin. And as powerful and intimidating a man as he was, he had no genuine friends, either. His durable power of attorney was probably held by his lawyer. She’d claimed to be from his office when she’d called to find out her father’s room number.”Did he falled off his bike?” CJ asked.”Something like that.” She couldn’t tell her son what had really happened, that her father had been assaulted in the parking garage of his condominium complex. Usually the security was very high there. No one got through the gate unless they lived in the building. Not only was it supposed to be safe, but it was his home. Yet someone had attacked him, striking him with something—a baseball bat or a pipe. His broken arm and bruised shoulder might not hurt him so badly if the assault hadn’t also brought on a heart attack.Would her showing up here as if from the dead bring on another one? Maybe that inner voice of hers, which sounded a hell of a lot like Charlotte’s even though she hadn’t talked to the woman, was right. The risk was too great.”We shoulda brought him ice cream,” CJ said. “Ice cream makes you feel all better.”Every time he had been brave for his shots she had rewarded him with ice cream. Always shy and nervous, CJ had to fight hard to be brave. Had she passed her own fears, of discovery and danger, onto her son?”Yes, we should have,” she agreed, and she pulled her hand away from the door. “We should do that.””Now?” CJ asked, his dark bluish-green eyes brightening with hope. “We gonna get ice cream now?””It’s too late for ice cream tonight,” she said. “But we can get some tomorrow.””And bring it back?”She wasn’t sure about that. She would have to pose as the legal secretary again and learn more about her father’s condition. Just how fragile was his health?Josie turned away from the door and from the nearly overwhelming urge to run inside and into her father’s arms—the way she always had as a child. She had hurled herself at him, secure that he would catch her.She’d been so confident that he would always be there for her. She had never considered that he might be the one to leave—for real, for good—that he might be the one to really die. Given how young she was when her mother died, she should have understood how fragile life was. But her father wasn’t fragile. He was strong and powerful. Invincible. Or so she had always believed.But he wasn’t. And she couldn’t risk causing him harm only to comfort herself. She stepped away from the door, but her arm jerked as her son kept his feet planted on the floor.”I wanna see Grampa,” he said, his voice still quiet but his tone determined. Afraid to draw attention to himself, her son had never thrown a temper tantrum. He’d never even raised his voice. But he could be very stubborn when he put his mind to something. Kind of like the grandfather he’d suddenly decided he needed to meet.”It’s late,” she reminded him. “He’ll be sleeping and we shouldn’t wake him up.”His little brow still furrowed, he stared up at her a moment as if considering her words. Then he nodded. “Yeah, you get cranky when I wake you up.”A laugh sputtered out of her lips. Anyone would get cranky if woken up at 5:00 a.m. to watch cartoons. “So we better make sure I get some sleep tonight.” That meant postponing the drive back and getting a hotel. But she needed to be close to the hospital in case her father took a turn for the worse. In case he needed her.”And after you wake up we’ll come back with ice cream?”She hesitated before offering him a slight nod. But instead of posing as the lawyer’s assistant again, she would talk to Charlotte.Someone else had answered the woman’s phone at the palace on the affluent island country of St. Pierre where Charlotte had gone to work as the princess’s bodyguard after leaving the U.S. Marshals. That person had assured Josie that Charlotte would be back soon to return her call. But Josie hadn’t left a message—she couldn’t trust anyone but Charlotte with her life. Or her father’s. She would talk to Charlotte and see what the former marshal could find out about Josie’s father’s condition and the attack. Then she would come back to see him.Her son accepted her slight nod as agreement and finally moved away from the door to his grandfather’s room. “Does Grampa like ‘nilla ice cream or chocolate or cookie dough or.”The kid was an ice-cream connoisseur, his list of flavors long and impressive. And Josie’s stomach nearly growled with either hunger or nerves.She interrupted him to ask, “Do you want to press the elevator button?”His brow furrowing in concentration, he rose up on tiptoe and reached for the up arrow.”No,” she said. But it was too late, he’d already pressed it. “We need the down arrow.” Before she could touch it, a hand wrapped around her wrist.Her skin tingled and her pulse leaped in reaction. And she didn’t need to lift her head to know who had touched her. Even after more than three years, she recognized his touch. But she lifted her head and gazed up at him, at his thick black hair that was given to curl, at his deep, turquoise-green eyes that could hold such passion. Now they held utter shock and confusion.This was the man who’d killed her, or who would have killed her had the U.S. marshal and one of her security guards not diffused the bomb that had been set inside the so-called safe house. They had set it off later to stage her death.Since he had wanted her dead so badly, he was not going to be happy to find her alive and unharmed—if he recognized her now. She needed for him not to recognize her, as she wasn’t likely to survive his next murder attempt. Not when she was unprotected.If only she’d listened to that inner voice The risk had been too great. Not just to her life but to what would become of her son once she was gone.Would her little boy’s father take him or kill him? Either way, the child was as doomed as she was. –This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.

Reviews from Amazon users, collected at the time the book is getting published on UniedVRG. It can be related to shiping or paper quality instead of the book content:

⭐ on going suspense involving all characters in the series

⭐ I enjoyed the suspense and surprises that came up around every corner. Kept me awake until I could find out the ending.

⭐ Josie Jessup is an heiress to her father’s media empire. She is a gutsy journalist who will go to any length necessary to get her story, even striking up a love affair with Brendan O’Hannigan who she believes is the new mob boss. She didn’t plan on falling in love with this wonderfully gorgeous man. When Brendan discovers the reason why this beautiful woman has spent the last several months in his arms and in his bed, he is furious and brokenhearted. Shortly after the shattering breakup, an attempt on Josie’s life almost takes her out and while she is in the hospital she finds out she is carrying the mob boss’s baby. She goes into the Witness Protection Program and another attempt on her life is made. This time her handler has help in faking Josie’s death and setting her up with several aliases, replanting her in another state for her protection. She is now know as JJ Brandt and her son, CJ, is three years old and he is a crackerjack sweetheart. Unfortunately she believes, as does her handlers, that Brendan O’Hannigan is the person trying to kill her. Four years after the attempts on her life her father has been attacked and she decides to quietly return to her hometown to check on his health. Little does she know this is a set up to draw her out.Brendan O’Hannigan, lost his father, a mob boss, to a murder that was never solved. To his surprise, his father named him as his sole heir. Stepping in to take over the ‘family business,’ Brendan has ulterior motives. When he hears about Josie’s father he makes a trip to the hospital to check on the old guy. To his utter shock and surprise he sees Josie there at the hospital and the curly-headed little boy who is holding her hand looks suspiciously like he did as a child, except for the hair color. He will do whatever it takes to protect Josie and his son.I really liked this book. I will say that, for me, the beginning was a bit draggy although it did give us all of the important background information. I was ready to jump into the meat of the story before that happened. Even though this book had a sweet HEA and was a great find, I refrained from giving it a five-star rating because of the path the story took at approx. the 75% mark. There were a few things that Brendan could have cleared up earlier on that would have helped Josie and her son trust him, feel they were safe with him and prevent her from putting herself in so much danger. He did not trust her with that info although I feel she had earned it. He was advised to be honest with her but he didn’t take that important advice. It took him down a few notches in my opinion. Withholding the truth made me somewhat doubt his love for her. And lastly, I feel Josie took the blame when it was not really her fault. Someone was trying to kill her and she did what she had to do to keep her son safe. Those situations could have been avoided with the truth from Brendan.

⭐ Royal RescueLisa ChildsHarlequin Intrigue, Mar 19 2013, $5.50ISBN: 9780373696840Over three years ago, Josie Jessup, heir to a media conglomerate, died. Pregnant she actually went into the Witness Protection Program after what she saw in Chicago to avoid her lover Brendan O’Hannigan, the son of a gangster. Now as a single mom JJ Brandt raising her son Charlie, she learns of the assault on her father Stanley.With her U.S. Marshal handler Charlotte Green gone (see The Princess Predicament), Josie, knowing the risk and consulting with no one, visits her dad at the hospital. FBI Agent Brendan O’Hannigan is shocked to find her alive and that he sired a child. However, his American Princess is unaware that her father’s attack was a means to get her to come out of hiding. Only Brendan, whose peers and beloved distrust him, vows to keep her safe while concealing his full agendas from everyone; as he reciprocates their distrust.The latest Royal Bodyguards (see Protecting the Pregnant Princess), Royal Rescue, is a fabulous twisting romantic suspense starring two protagonists who prove love is not enough to forge a passionate relationship. Action-packed from the moment the heroine steps out of the shadows, fans will appreciate Lisa Child’s terrific thriller.Harriet Klausner

⭐ This book represents why I still read Harlequin Intrigue novels. It was action-packed through-out, and had so many twists that kept me reading. I enjoyed Josie & Brendan’s interactions, and I found CJ to be oh-so-cute!!I really enjoyed this title, and definitely recommend it!

⭐ I enjoyed this book as it is the last book in this mini series a bout three princesses. I hope there are more story’s from this author as she is a good writer I will look forward to more books in the mills & boons

⭐ Warning: Do not read this book if you haven’t read the first two. Also, spoilers ahead if you haven’t read them.The book starts with ex-reporter Josie Jessup attending one of her former student’s funeral. She is living with a fake identity and teaching journalism in the local community college, due to the threat to her life as evident from the last two books. She is dead to everyone, except Charlotte, Aaron, Gabriella, and Whit.The funeral is of Michael, the same whom we met briefly in the first book.In O’Hannigan’s Tavern, Brendan O’Hannigan is drawn to the television when an announcement comes about media mogul (Josie’s father) Stanley Jessup’s hospitalisation. It’s been three years, and he hasn’t been able to forget anything about her, since her ‘death’.Josie’s mother was European royalty. So now it’s clear why she is also royalty, in a way. An American princess.She risks everything, her and her son’s life, to visit her father. She wants him to know that she’s alive, and also to introduce him to his three-year-old grandson, CJ.It couldn’t have been a more perfect cover. Little CJ with his bright red curls. I love how Charlotte is still present here. She is the most badass of them all.When Brendan finds Josie in the hospital, she fears for her life as he was the one sent to kill her three years ago. While he is also angry with her, thinking she deceived him and seduced him for a story. He knew it was dangerous to get close to her. Brendan’s father was the much-feared Dennis O’Hannigan, Chicago’s crime boss.Little CJ (Charles Jesse Brandt, named after Charlotte, aww) is so cute and courageous. And he will ‘p-tect’ his Mommy, even from Brendan.When I read the first two books, this wasn’t linked with them, and I had totally missed it. I re-read the first two books again. And finally, Josie Jessup, who’s mentioned in the first book, and whose father plays an important role there, gets her own book.”She was too scared to thank him and too smart to trust him.”And from there all the action starts.There was a threat to her life because she was reaching for the truth in her last exposé, about who killed Brendan’s father.It is such a thrilling ride. Brendan and Josie not able to trust each other, again and again. But they get there in the end. And then the enemy comes out to be a totally unexpected someone. And not one, there are multiple villains. More the merrier. It has a perfect ending with an epilogue bringing all three stories together.

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