Escapade: Her Billionaire: London

✍ Scribed by Rice, Lisa Marie

• Year: 2018
• Tongue: English
• Weight: 153 KB
• Series: Her Billionaire 3
• Category: Fiction

✦ Synopsis

Bennett Cameron is one of the best close protection agents in the world. Gorgeous, genius-level computer expert Elle Castle has no clue that Russian mobsters are after her and she won't play nice when her wealthy father hires Bennett to protect her. When she refuses to follow Bennett to safety, kidnapping her is his only option.

Elle Castle finds herself living every woman's worst nightmare -- waking up terrified, disoriented and tied to a chair at the mercy of a powerful, intimidating stranger. He says he kidnapped her and tied her up for her own good. Yeah, right.

The good news is that he doesnt seem to be a serial killer. The bad news is he is lethally hot.

Holed up in a luxury suite in the heart of London, Elle and Bennett fight to resist the sexual heat burning between them. But the Russian mob is relentless and closing in fastand soon they both must be ready to sacrifice everything for love.

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For more international intrigue, alpha billionaires, and strong women, read all of the books in the Her Billionaire series. Each can be enjoyed as a standalone.

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Review

''Lisa Marie Rice is an 'autobuy' author for me. She never disappoints! Her books are comfort reads that I reread time and time again. Hands down she is one of my favorite authors.'' --Maya Banks, New York Times bestselling author

''From thrilling romance to driving suspense, Lisa Marie Rice has a magic touch.'' --Shannon McKenna, New York Times bestselling author

''Rice is skilled at bringing the drama and the heat.'' --Library Journal, praise for the author

From the Author

Chapter One

CalvinByrnes Building, Mathematical Institute, Oxford

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She wasa looker.

Reallygorgeous in a punk schoolmarm-y kind of way. Not that any of the males in theroom would notice. There was very little testosterone in this room of twohundred math geeks, most of them guys. More or less all the testosterone in theroom was his, and it was sitting up and taking notice.

Notgood.

BennettCameron wasn't used to having testosterone released during a job for anythingbut aggression. He was a close protection expert -- a bodyguard, in civilianterms -- and he was used to being alert to anything that could be a source ofdanger. When on the clock, his body was flooded with testosterone and cortisol,the arousal and stress hormones. Arousal as in all systems go, every sense upand running, including the sixth one.

Notarousal as in a hard-on.

He'dbeen a security consultant long enough to have a sixth and even seventh sensefor danger. Nothing got by him.

Rightnow, nothing was pinging on his danger radar so all that testosterone went toone special part of his body, watching the lithe young beauty parade across thestage, mouthing mathematical formulae, following abstruse lines of thought, ofwhich he understood one word in ten.

Still,he didn't have to understand her math. He just had to keep her safe.

Butfirst he had to kidnap her.

That wasa royal pain in the ass. And maybe not easy, either. Bennett watched her on thestage, pacing back and forth, elaborating some incredibly long and complicatedthought that had the audience gasping, then tittering, then sighing. Whatevershe was saying -- and he had no hope of deciphering it -- was a real hit with thegeeks.

Butwhere the geeks and nerds all looked lost, with their too big sweaters thatlooked like their moms had dressed them in expectation of that last spurt ofgrowth, cumulatively smelling a bit rank, completely engrossed in what she wassaying, the woman herself, Dr. Eleonore Castle, known by her peers as E. M.Castle for Eleonore Marion Castle, known by her friends as Elle, seemed veryalert. Very aware of her surroundings. Those cobalt-blue eyes as she lookedaround the room seemed very very sharp.

Shelooked pretty unkidappable if he wanted to keep it calm and quiet.

He wasat the back of the room, hiding behind a pillar. The stage lights were in hereyes. There was no chance that she could see him, but still he stuck to theshadows, biding his time. There was no way he could abduct her in front of twohundred geeks.

Wellactually he could ... given the fitness level of the audience. But theywould all surely have cellphones and a robust virtual life more interestingthan their real lives, so the scene of Dr. Eleonore Castle being abducted inthe civilized confines of the Mathematical Institute of Oxford University wouldexplode and go viral on all social media in about five seconds.

Bennett'scompany operated below the radar, which is why it was so successful. A mediafrenzy would be bad for this op in particular and terrible for his company ingeneral. Not to mention it would paint a huge bullseye on the good doctor'svery pretty back, when he'd signed a million-dollar contract to protect thatback. And front, for that matter.

Hertalk was a long one but fascinating, to judge by the rapt expressions of theaudience. Bennett himself didn't have a clue.

"Andthen one could just camp out on the x axis forever, am I right?" she said,bafflingly, and even more bafflingly, the whole room erupted in chuckles.

Well,he wasn't going to kidnap her in the auditorium, and what she was saying wasnonsense to him, so he had best use the time in research. He was as good atresearch as he was in Close Quarters Combat and Close Protection, which was whyhis company had taken off.

Okay.Nothing like St. Google to give you info and ... oh wow. Pages and pages and pagesof stuff on Dr. Castle. If you googled his name, Bennett Cameron, you'd geta few very spare returns and a tripwire in one of his back offices would sendhim a message that someone had pinged him. Bennett operated way under theradar.

But thepeople with the money to afford him knew about him and knew how to get in touchwith him.

So, thevery pretty doctor had academic credentials as long as his dick. A doctorateand two masters and a number of seminars that she both attended and taught. Alist of publications that was impressive for someone so young, including twobooks. Wait -- he didn't know how old she was. Her father hadn't told him. Andshe looked really young up there on the stage. And she had a doctorate and twomasters and all those courses, so how the hell --

Oh. Shewent to Harvard when she was fourteen.

Damn.

A lotof brain power in that pretty head.

Bennettlooked at what she'd been doing the past six months. Most people were creaturesof habit and if you wanted to know where they were and what they were doing,your best bet was to check where they'd been and what they'd done.

Conferencesall over the place, with strange names. Behavioral Economics, Mechanism Design,Circuits and Systems. Conferences in Berkley, Singapore, St. Petersburg, LasVegas, Guangzhu, Abu Dhabi, just in the last six months alone. The woman gotaround.

Thiswas not a bad thing. He could pass for a math nerd for about ten seconds andsay they'd met at a conference. She couldn't possibly remember everyone she metwhen she was on the road so much.

So thatwas the play.

Catchher after the symposium, tell her they'd met in wherever, whenever, get her ina quiet space, explain about her father, whisk her away.

Donedeal.

SoBennett waited patiently for her to finish her incomprehensible talk and triednot to let his mind wander. Someone in close protection never let their mindwander, ever. Intense vigilance while on the job was a prerequisite. Lose focusfor a second and you could lose a life.

Butright now, there was nothing to do and there was no imminent danger so he couldrelax his vigilance, just a bit.

He hada perfect view of the main entrance to the auditorium. There was a small hiddendoor behind the podium, too. Nobody could come in without him seeing who itwas. If anything happened in the auditorium itself, if anyone stood up to shoother, Bennett would shoot him first. He and his company worked often for the UKgovernment and he had been granted a license to carry in the UK. He was anexcellent shot. A former sniper, in fact.

SoBennett kept an eye on the beauty up on stage with a part of his head thinkingin non-tactical terms.

Slender,long-limbed, agile. She paced gracefully as she unwound a long, involved lineof reasoning that took up three slides of dense math on the screen. Bennettlost track immediately.

Man,she was just amazing. Particularly considering that her father, Clifford Ricks,resembled a toad. Eleonore or Elle or Ellie was the man's only child, fruit ofhis first marriage. The old man had gone on to five more marriages, eachdivorce costing him more than ten million dollars. Luckily, he had money tospare.

She waswearing a jacket that could only be described as post-modern. Cut askew, it wasboth weird and attractive because it hugged her slender curvy figure and it wasa deep brilliant cobalt blue that exactly matched her eyes. And she was wearingtight, stovepipe black pants that exactly matched the color of her hair.

Bennettdidn't often get a chance to admire who he was protecting, not in this way.He'd prote

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