Charlie Foxtrot by Giulia Lagomarsino

Title: Charlie Foxtrot: An OPS Protector Romance Novel
Series: Owens Protective Services Book 3
Author: Giulia Lagomarsino
Genre: Protector Romance
Release Date: October 31, 2022
Cover Design: TE Black Designs
Photography: RplusM Photo
Cover Model: Shawn Joseph







Mummies.

Yeah, you heard me right. That’s my next job—protecting a mummy.

It wouldn’t be a problem, except someone doesn’t want this particular mummy to make it to the museum.

Not to mention one of my teammates thinks this particular mummy is cursed.

On top of this ridiculous job, I’ve also met the most gorgeous woman in the world.

Except, she’s anti-gun, anti-meat, anti-everything that makes me who I am. And she’s from California.

I really f*@king hate California.

And she’s a screenwriter with absolutely zero experience, writing a story with a ton of action.

No, cars do not just explode while driving down the road. And contrary to popular opinion, it really is hard to shoot out tires from a moving vehicle, especially when you’re firing into the wind.

But the worst part is how excited everyone at OPS is to help her. Fox, New Guy…even Brock has decided to take up a career in acting.

I would walk away, but despite the fact that she’s from California, I find myself needing to be with her. She’s more than she seems, and I’m determined to find out every last detail before she gets blown up trying to learn about explosives.

I just have to keep IRIS away from her.



“So, no problems on the way home?” he asked, turning to face us.

“Nope. We got away clean.”

“And that?” he jerked his thumb at the back.

I cringed slightly. “He had an…” I glanced over at Eli for the best wording.

“An adverse reaction to the mummy.”

“Right,” I nodded. 

“Like…he touched it and broke out in hives?”

“Don’t even say that shit,” Eli said quickly, keeping his voice low. “He already thinks we’re all under some ancient Egyptian curse. We don’t need to put any more thoughts in his head.”

Cash crossed his arms over his chest and looked at us inquiringly. “And why does he think he’s under a curse?”

I snorted, not even sure how to answer that. “He just started freaking out because we made him sit in the back with the sarcophagus. Then he started reading out ancient curses and it spiraled out of control from there.”

“So…nothing actually happened.”

I shot a look over at Eli, remembering the locusts. Scratching the back of my head, I told him what happened. “Well…when we left the safe house, there might have been a swarm of locusts, and he may have been under the influence of some drugs that may have led him to believe that the swarm was a hell of a lot bigger than it was.”

“How big was it?” he asked, his brows furrowed.

I shrugged lightly, but it was Eli that stepped in. “No more than a ten mile radius.”

“Fifteen at best,” I added.

“That’s…not a swarm. A swarm is literally like…around your head. Christ, no wonder he flipped out. And you hogtied him in the back of the van.”

“What the hell were we supposed to do? He was freaking out.”

“And then you laid him next to the fucking mummy,” he huffed. “Good work. You made your teammate go insane,” he said, clapping us both on the shoulders. “Remind me to never go on a mission with you again.”

He turned to leave. “Hey!” Eli shouted. “What the hell are we supposed to do with the sarcophagus?”

“Why don’t you put it in your room and sleep with it for the night. See how you feel in the morning,” he shouted over his shoulder. 

I looked at Eli, still not sure what we were supposed to do with the fucking thing. “So…your room?”








I'm a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, "No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book." I didn't think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn't already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven't been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.


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Title: Force a Date
Author: Aria Belle
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Tropes: Grumpy/Sunshine, Age Gap, Fake Boyfriend
Secret Child, Workplace/Boss Romance
Cover Design: Black Widow Designs
Release Date: April 4, 2024


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Don’t ever tell your mother that your boss is your boyfriend.
Right in front of him.

Just don’t, trust me.

Hudson Stoll is the grumpiest grump I’ve ever met in my life. He’s never liked me much and calls me anything but my real name. His favorite rendition?
Opie.
My name is Liv, and because my mother is a grade-A pain in the ass who’s always complaining I can’t keep a man, I blurted out Hudson was my boyfriend just in time for my dad’s birthday party.
Didn’t come without consequences.
As payment for my brain-to-mouth malfunction, I’m now Hudson’s personal bitch for the next three months.
No, literally.
I go on coffee runs, order his food, and have to tackle mindless tasks around the parlor. I mow his lawn, trim the bushes, and wash his monstrous Harley. Oh, and let’s not forget listening to him complain about how I’m not doing something right and how I have a big mouth.

Pffft. Takes one to know one.

But throughout my temporary servitude, one thing becomes crystal clear—he’s interested in so much more than me simply getting the job done right. Hudson stares at me like he’s about to devour me in one bite, and I’m no one to judge him because, honestly, I’ve done it plenty of times myself. It’s hard not to when he’s a wall of muscles covered in tattoos.
Don’t even get me started on the beard.
We’re not supposed to act on our “relationship”, though…
It’s not real.
He’s not mine, I’m not his, yet he can’t seem to keep his hands to himself, and I have a problem saying no.

Don’t ever tell your mother that your boss is your boyfriend—because things can and probably will spiral out of control.

And I personally wasn’t ready for the hard fall I took when he found out about the daughter I kept a secret the whole time.







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Aria Belle crafts romance novels that ignite a red glow along your cheekbones. She enjoys simple pleasures like indulging in coffee and dragonfruit lemonades from Starbucks, binge-watching Gilmore Girls for the millionth time, and weaving tales around brooding male leads.
Aria also harbors a not-so-secret identity—the non-lethal alter-ego and dubbed cliffhanger queen—Hazel Grace.
With Detroit as her backdrop and spicy romance as her signature, Aria continues to draw readers in with stories that linger in the heart and head long after the final page.


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