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Table of Contents
Book 1 - Her UnBearable Protector -
Book 2 - His UnBearable Touch
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
Sneak Peak of Book 3
His UnBearable Touch
Book Two of the Orsino Security Series
Reina Torres
Copyright © 2017 by Reina Torres
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Contents
Introduction
Book 1 - Her UnBearable Protector -
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Sneak Peak of Book 3
About the Author
Howls Romance - Want Another Bite?
Acknowledgments
Introduction
Howls Romance - Classic Romance with a Furry Twist -
So excited to share my second book in Howls Romance, an imprint started by the amazing Celia Kyle!
I am so grateful to be a part of this exciting series and have the opportunity to meet so many fabulous authors.
Thrilled and encouraged by the reception to my first Howls book, I hope you’ll enjoy “His UnBearable Touch” - the second book in the Orsino Security Series.
Book 1 - Her UnBearable Protector -
The head of Orsino Security was hired to protect her for a week. Instead, his bear wants to claim her forever.
It takes one look for bear shifter Salvatore Orsino to know that Natale Durante isn't just his client… she’s his mate. His first instinct is to lay Natale’s curvaceous body over his shoulder, find a den, and claim her with his bite. But, this beautiful head-strong woman only grudgingly endures his protection even as she welcomes him in her bed. He’ll have to set aside his bear’s need to mark her until he’s eliminated the threat to her life. Once she’s safe, he’ll turn all his energies convincing her that he isn’t after a short-term dalliance, he wants her, with him… forever.
Natale Durante knows that Durante Fashion House is on its last legs. Her new line, designed for women of every size and shape, is her last attempt at saving her family’s legacy. But there are those in high fashion who prefer that things stay the same—curves belong on the road, not the runway. When complaints and hate mail escalate to threats of bodily harm, her father hires a bodyguard—Salvatore Orsino. He’s over six feet of deliciously seductive muscular male and a distraction she can’t afford. One look from him and she wants her infuriatingly persistent protector to rip off her clothes with his teeth, or she might do the same to him.
Can Salvatore eliminate the threats to Natale or will he lose her before he has a chance to claim her?
Book 2 - His UnBearable Touch
She was a woman who lived in the dark – She brought light into his lonely world – If he lost her, he’d lose more than just his heart, he may lose the rest of his humanity.
Ten years ago, Bear Shifter Valerio Orsino followed his heart and moved from Italy to America searching for his mate. There was one moment when he felt as though he’d come so very close, only to have the feeling slip away like a ghost, and so he stayed hoping that Fate would play his hand. His brothers followed him to NY and now, his older brother, Salvatore, is happily mated. An odd twist of fate puts him in the right place to be a hero, but unlike the countless times he has assisted other people, the woman he finds in his arms just may save him in return… the curvy beauty is his mate, his love, his destiny… and she’s blind.
Allegra Rossetti has lived in darkness for nearly a decade. After a vicious attack left her blind and withdrawn, she gave up on her music and the rest of the world. As time went on, the music that lived in her heart would not be denied and she ventured back into the world outside, if just to breathe the crisp fall air, and hope that this time around life wouldn’t be so cruel to her.
The careless error of another puts Allegra in danger and when she’s pulled into a protective embrace, she is astonished at her reaction. Jealousy took her sight and left her with a fear of intimacy, but with Valerio she finds herself reaching out instead of pulling away.
A vengeful heart threatens to pull them apart and extinguish her light forever. Could Valerio lose what has taken him a lifetime to find? Will Allegra trust him enough to take the leap?
This is the Book 2 of 3 in The Orsino Security Series. The first book, "Her UnBearable Protector" tells the story of the eldest Orsino Brother, Salvatore, who is hired to protect a feisty and full-figured fashion designer and finds his match in more ways than one. The third book will tell the story of the youngest Orsino brother, Uberto.
Chapter One
When she’d casually mentioned wanting to venture into the Subway after so many years, it had been one of those comments like ‘I want to sky dive’ or ‘I want to swim with sharks,’ something you say because it’s a ‘someday’ thing. So, it came as quite a shock to her when Davis Osland, the Artistic Director of the Gotham Chamber Orchestra, announced that he was going to take her to the Brooklyn Bridge Station and introduce her to the rush of the early evening subway crowd.
It had seemed impolite to refuse, and Davis promised that the line would take them within two blocks of her sublet apartment, so it seemed an awkward win-win situation. Taking his offered arm, she walked beside him out onto the street in front of the practice hall.
“I really have to thank you for accepting my offer,” he began, and she struggled to concentrate on his words as the bustling crowd nudged and jostled her as they made their way down what she assumed was the sidewalk, “I wanted to do something to make you feel welcome in our little family.”
The sounds around her were mixed in with each other in a raucous tumble of noise.
She was vaguely aware that Davis was still talking, but she was concentrating on keeping her feet under her and shaking off the unsettling feeling that she had made a horrible mistake.
The ground dropped out from underneath her foot and she reached out her hand for something to hold onto. She felt an arm under her hand and heard a muttered curse in response. “Keep your damn hands to yourself, lady.”
“Davis?” She froze and someone nudged her from behind, nearly pitching her forward.
“Sorry, we’re going down the stairs.”
She started to move again. “Just let me know when we reach a landing or some other change.”
Davis tugged her closer, making her unbalanced feelings even worse. “I forgot.”
“You don’t have to live with it,” she felt her teeth gnash together as her foot hit the ground before she was ready for it. The stairs had run out.
“We’re on the landing.”
She managed a smile. “Thanks, figured that
out.”
She followed him through the unfamiliar chamber trying to pick out the individual noises around her, all while managing to stay on her feet, hoping for a moment to stop so she could take out her cane. But Davis tugged her along and somehow, they got through a turnstile and down a hallway to another set of stairs.
As they descended she smelled oil, metal, other scents that she was hoping not to name. When she’d said she wanted to try the subway, she’d meant ‘at her leisure’ but Davis kept them moving along, down the stairs to another landing.
She heard announcements, lines and delays barked out from tinny speakers, much of it gibberish.
“We’re nearly there,” Davis mentioned, “just a little bit longer.”
Allegra breathed a sigh of relief, her stomach was in a tight knot. Unfamiliar circumstances ratcheted up her anxiety, the crush of people didn’t help, it only brought back memories. Horrible, painful memories.
She felt something touch the back of her neck and her fingers dug into Davis’ arm. “Can we stop for a moment?”
“Sure, sure,” she could hear his distracted tone of voice and knew that was the last thing he wanted. “But just a minute, a train is coming.”
The warning meant nothing to her. She didn’t understand what that meant.
“Goodness,” he sighed beside her, “my arm is a little hot.”
She took that cue and let go of him, grateful for the respite. Her palms were itching from the rough wool of his coat.
“When the train comes we’re going to have to jump on.”
Allegra nodded, murmuring into the crush of sound. “Sure, just tell me when.” She was hoping he’d remember to take her arm, but for the moment she reached into her coat and unfolded her cane just to hold the familiar handle for a few moments. With the shifting masses around her she worried that she’d just end up hitting someone and causing trouble.
And then the thought melted away.
Somewhere above the cacophony of noise and grinding metal, she heard a mournful sound. The rest of the world fell away as she tilted her head toward the sound and heard the slightest scratch of a bow on strings, but the resulting sound was more of a human voice, lilting and wavering in an echo that reverberated in her chest. She heard the sound like a ribbon twisting through the air, felt the longing as a physical tug on her heart.
The sound seemed closer, tighter around her, and Allegra felt her feet moving toward it. And just as soon as she’d begun, the music disappeared, swallowed up in rush of noise around her. She froze and turned her head, an instinct that no longer worked for her, no longer helped. Her eyes were as dark as the worry that seized her heart. “Davis?”
The crowd continued to shift around her and she held out a hand to find his arm. “Davis!” Her voice scratched from her throat as her fear tightened around her heart. “Where are you?”
She felt something under her hand and then something swatted her away. “Buzz off, lady.”
“Sorry, I’m looking for-”
“Watch where you’re going!” Someone bumped into her from behind. It was only her cane that kept her on her feet. “Get out of the way!”
She couldn’t answer back. Didn’t they understand that she didn’t want to be in the way? Didn’t they see, even though she couldn’t?
Someone grabbed her elbow, steadying her. “Come with me.” They didn’t wait for a reply, pulling her along with them through the crowd.
Allegra struggled to keep on her feet as she managed to match the pace he set. “Please, I just need some help finding my friend.”
“You don’t need them.”
She tensed at the tone, smug, aggressive.
“I’ll take you somewhere.”
She didn’t feel reassured at his words. Instead, she felt even more confused. “I need to get home.”
They came to an abrupt stop when he pressed her up against a wall. She felt the uneven surface at her back and started to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her go. One hand grabbed at her wrist before the other let go of her elbow and tugged the cane free from her hand. “Tell me your address, I’ll make sure you get there.”
“I don’t know you.” Allegra shook her head and felt a rush of air on her face as if something was waved back and forth near her nose.
His laugh made her shiver. “You really can’t see.”
Allegra trembled, her knees locked up, pressing her back against the wall. “No, I can’t, but-”
Something pressed between her legs, a thigh from the feel of it. She drew in a breath to scream and choked on the acrid smell of cheap cologne.
A hand covered her mouth, a finger pressed tight under her nose, cutting off her air. “Just stand there. No one can see us here.”
She had a hand free but she couldn't think. She couldn't manage a single breath.
“I could choke you right here.” She heard him laugh and felt tears gather on her lashes. “But I don't want to, not unless you make me.”
He shoved his leg closer, if that was even possible, lifting her higher until her toes barely touched the ground.
She heard a soft clink of metal and the heavy rush of leather. A belt opening. The zing of a metal zipper pulling apart. A harsh sigh of relief from a stranger’s lips.
“That's right, baby,” she smelled his fetid breath on her skin, “you just stand right there.”
Allegra felt a rush of warm air on her knee, the soft whisper of her skirt being lifted from her thigh. “Please, no.”
“It’ll only take a minute.”
No. Her mouth moved but she'd been robbed of her voice. It wouldn't last a minute. It would be another waking nightmare that she'd carry with her. She struggled to turn her mind off and save herself from the pain, but all she could do was feel. Allegra tensed as his fingers reached higher, squeezing his hand against her thigh.
“You better stop-”
“I agree,” another voice pierced through the darkness. “Release the lady now.” He didn't raise his voice, didn't shout, but the man’s voice cut through her fear and gave her a sliver of hope to hold onto. “If I have to make you,” he promised, his voice filled with cold intent, “you’ll regret it.”
Allegra felt the menace in the man’s tone, but it didn't frighten her.
It did make the other man angry.
“Well,” he huffed, leaning into Allegra’s body, pushing the air from her lungs, “I’d like to see you make me.”
The feeling came as a rush. One moment she was frozen, held breathless against the wall. The next moment she staggered free, feeling an arm fall around her shoulders, holding her securely.
Allegra didn't know what to say, or even if she should say anything. Her father's voice echoed in her head, telling her she'd likely gone, ‘from the frying pan into the fryer.’
The supportive arm tucked her into the man’s side. She felt him tremble against her, but couldn't determine if it was fear or rage that coursed through him.
“Are you hurt?”
She leaned into the hand that touched her cheek. “N- no,” she licked her lips in a nervous gesture, “just scared.” She took a breath. “Thankful.”
Allegra reached into her pocket.
“You don't need your phone,” he told her, “I'll take you anywhere you want to go.”
He stepped away until she could only feel his hand on her shoulder. A moment later she felt him press something into her hand.
“My cane.” Shifting the grip in her hand she gave the floor an explorative tap and nodded. It was in working condition. “Thank you.” A shuffle of sound drew her attention and she leaned into the gentleman. “Is he still there?” She couldn’t help the wavering tone of her voice.
“He’s gone.” She heard a moment of disappointment in his tone at first, and then a hint of savage satisfaction. “I’ll hunt him down later.”
She shivered. “I don’t want to be near him ever again.”
Suddenly, she was wrapped securely in his arms. She felt the strength of
his gentle embrace, his size didn’t frighten her, it felt like a shield instead. She drew in a breath and smelled a hint of sandalwood mixed with other subtle scents that drew her closer.
Allegra felt his breath tickle the edge of her ear and the shivers going through her body were pleasant instead of fearful as they had been a few moments before. “He’ll never get near you again.” She heard the earnest tone of his voice and felt a warm rush through her body. “I won’t let him,” she felt a gentle kiss of sensation on her cheek, the soft scratch of a trimmed beard, “I need you to know that.”
She shook her head, struggling to understand the instant rapport she felt with him. “I,” she swallowed the knot in her throat and lifted her free hand between them, setting it on his chest, “I believe you, but I don’t know why.” A line pinched between her brows, as she tilted her head back, wishing she could see his face. “You’re holding me and I’m not afraid of you.” She heard the wonder in her own voice and felt a warm blush flood her cheeks. “I just don’t understand.”
He leaned toward her, the scent of sandalwood strengthening with his movement, the caress of his warm breath against her cheek.
“You know me, somewhere deep down inside, and I know you.”
“You,” her words tripped over her thoughts, “you know me?”
“Stellina,” she heard the depth of emotion in his voice and she let it wash over her with a sense of wonder, “I’ve always known you were somewhere in the world. That I’ve found you underground makes me feel a bit like Orpheus.”
The mention of the tragic hero in Greek mythology gave her a secret thrill. She’d had a connection to his story from the time she’d been plunged into her own dark hell. “The only difference,” she found a new strength as she spoke, “is that you have no fear that I’ll look back when you lead me out of here. I couldn’t see a thing no matter how hard I tried, so the gesture would be a complete waste.”