Protector By Michelle Horst: Review & Buy Links

"You've become my gravity"

Wow, Protector is like a box of emotions and once you crack the lid they explode from it. 

From the very beginning as Riley returns from her travels and celebrates being surrounded by her loving family you get a good feel for who Riley is as a person and no sooner are you slowly slipping into the story Riley's nightmare begins. 

Michelle Horst is such a talented author it was like some action movie playing in my mind. 

I was gripped and I loved the suspense of this unpredictable read filled with loss, mourning, healing, nightmares, danger and in the mix the possibility of love. 

When Griffin is first mentioned it's during a conversation with Riley's brother, filling her in on how everyone's been as they travel from the airport, Griffin is someone Riley has never met but she always wrote to him when he served with her brother in the forces and learns they now work together for an agency. 

From there I thought I knew how it would go but I couldn't of been more wrong. 

I loved the plot and the emotions I was taken through, Protector is a bittersweet read that I thoroughly enjoyed and all you could want from a romantic suspense. 

"You are my northern star, Riley Woods"
"You are my sun, Griffin McGraw"

Sweet words uttered from the mouths of two broken characters. 

Bittersweet moments. 

I'm hoping for Camden's story, I'm left wondering how the others went on and what happens now, I felt the ending was a little rushed and it didn't feel like a complete hea but that would have to be my only negative. 

Little things within Predator stand out, notes left on a desk, quotes from books, wise spoken words, Michelle Horst adds little touches that balance out the whole plot and makes Protector what it is which is a highly recommend read. 

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SYNOPSIS 
A Stand Alone Suspense Romance.

If you loved Predator you'll LOVE Protector...

I’ve always thought of myself as a pretty happy-go-lucky kind of person. I wanted to save the world, or at least leave my stamp behind. In my own naïve way I thought I could bribe karma but life has a way of teaching us lessons.

I never knew how selfish I was until my life was ripped away from me.

Taken.
I’m forced to watch as they torture and kill my family … and I know I’m next.
I hear their screams.
I watch them die.
It’s the worst kind of torture

Then he comes. He made a promise to my brother. It’s the only thing keeping him bound to me.

A promise to protect me. 

I should set him free of the promise … but I don’t. He’s my shield against karma. He’s my protector.

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★★★ Protector ★★★
Michelle Horst
Live  Nov 2nd 2016 … are you ready?

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 EXCERPT
 
Have you ever seen a bomb detonate? Just after the explosion, there’s this hissing silence and then chaos follows - rubble, destruction and so much pain and sorrow.
Right now, it’s as if that scenario is being played in reverse.
It’s a terrifying chaos as that man goes to stand in front of Dad. Dad’s still unconscious. He can’t even do anything to defend himself.
Life seems to be returning to my body in flashes. First, I start to yank at the chain. Then my mouth opens in a horrifying, silent scream.
The man grabs a fistful of Dad’s hair, shoves his head back, and then I watch as he presses the blade to Dad’s neck.
A violent pain blossoms in my chest and it threatens to bring the walls down around me. I watch as blood starts to trickle down Dad’s neck and then the man shoves the blade deeper.
I start to scream as hysteria hits me in waves. Part of me is caught in a nightmare-like state, refusing to believe that this is actually happening right now.
The man just walks away after slicing Dad’s neck open. My eyes are glued to my father’s blood flowing from the wound. The hysteria rages inside of me until I’m swept away in a maddening mania.
I can’t think clearly anymore.
I can’t process what I’m seeing.
All I can do is weep, scream, and yank at the unforgiving chain around my neck.
This - whatever this sick and twisted situation is - cannot be happening.
This is not real … this is not real … this is not real.