Breaking the Protocol | Coming Soon

Breaking the Protocol | Coming Soon

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Rule 1: Never fall in love with your subject. And that rule alone, became a fucking Titanic Wreck when she met her subject. Zahn Alexander. US President's son. Reeking of power and arrogance, blessed with good looks, heavenly green eyes that could drown anything in their endless depths. Aura Saint Laurent. A twenty one years old English-French, secret service extra ordinaire, infamous for her intelligence and brave acts all over the US and in the UK. When the bodyguard of the First Son was shot dead, Aura was assigned for his security, with a fellow assassin and executioner, Aiden Blackwell. What will happen when two of them will stay under same roof 24/7 together with increasing undeniable sparking electricity between them? How long will it take them to douse the fire and explore the depths of passion between them?
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