Title: The Brat (Marine Bodyguard #3)
Author Name: Patricia Logan
Publication Date & Length: February 10, 2016 – 96,000 Words
Charles Fordham III has been expelled from Oxford and sent home with his tail between his legs. The self-professed “brat” has always gotten away with things because of his father’s influence and money. Poor Chas is in for the surprise of his life in the form of a tall, well-muscled, former Marine bodyguard… but even more daunting days may lie ahead. Have his years abroad prepared him for the expectations of his father when he’s forced to live up to his legacy?
Tate Heston returns home from Iraq when his beloved career is cut short by an IED. He’s used to turning boys into men and then leading them into battle where sometimes the good guys lose. This makes him even more hesitant about taking on a job guarding a spoiled brat, but he believes he can probably do what he does best… make young Chas a man.
Not everyone wants to see the brat succeed in his father’s place. Things have been running just fine for years and the return of Charles Fordham III and the shake up his arrival causes, has his family’s enemies in a panic. But as the boy assumes his rightful place, Tate understands sometimes a man must take his fight to the enemy… regardless of battlefield… or boardroom.
This is only the second book I’ve read from this author but she is quickly becoming one of my favorites. This book is part of a series but can be read as a stand-alone. This book had mystery and suspense but also love and tenderness. I loved Chas and Tate but completely disliked Chas father. I absolutely dislike people who turn away from the children when they need them the most. That’s what happened between Chas and his father when he shipped him out the country shortly after his mother died of cancer. Chas returns after a scandal while in college and his father hires a bodyguard for him who he completely falls in love with. This book had HOT sex scenes and but it also had mystery. I will definitely be reading some more of this author books.
I have not read any of the previous books, but never felt lost.
This book was full of heat, mystery and betrayal. I really disliked Chas’ father – he was not likable at all. I found it hard to believe that Chas could ever live up to his father’s standards, despite what Grandma preached about how Chas’ father did love him. I never saw the love, not throughout the story.
Then there was Tate. Yum! He is trying to do a good job – seems to be punished for doing that job and just let’s it go – I wish that he had let loose his tongue on Mr. Fordham… He was supposed to be this fierce protector, but when it came to his employment and employer being in the wrong, he was almost meek.
Finally, you have the mystery characters. I loved how Logan was able to write them in a way that made them mysterious. And, even though the story and bad guys were somewhat predictable, I found this story to be very enjoyable, if somewhat juvenile.
The chemistry between Chas and Tate is through the roof and they can tear up the sheets with the best of them. But, there is also a sweetness to them – again, their relationship is almost juvenile in that shy, timid way. Overall a very enjoyable read.
Chas has had a lonely life, his mom died when he was young, he was shipped off to school and really had no friends. When he gets kicked out of school again he is sent home and forced to learn the family business. Being in a wealthy family also means there are dangers lurking and Chas needs a bodyguard. Tate is hired to guard Chas. This story had so much potential but fell a little short for me. At times the book was really wordy and most of it seemed really unimportant to the story so I found myself skimming. About 40% into the book is when action finally happens between Chas and Tate and it is smoking HOT. The whole drama with the spy in the house was so easy to figure out who it was, then what was going to happen when Chas decided to jump in full force at the family business. I think if the focus would have been more on Tate and Chas and them learning about each other it would have been a better book. Don’t get me wrong, the sex scenes were hot, but other than that, it was just an ok book.
I did enjoy this, and I’m probably only disappointed because this is a Patrica Logan story, the third in a fantastic series and I expected more from it.
The premise is great. There’s a whiff of the Kevin Costner / Whitney Houston film surrounding former Marine Tate and his rich-boy charge Chas. There’s a wonderful chasm between the two men’s life experiences and Tate’s initial reaction to Chas’ privileged life is brilliant.
The connection between Tate and Chas is electric; the sex is hot, though vanilla and infrequent by Patricia Logan standards. The men are separated for various reasons for much of the story, so this remains an adventure with a little romance added in.
I enjoyed Chas’ grandmother. She offers some depth and balance to the story, bringing the entire cast of characters more fully to life.
The research and editing are poor. A simple Google search confirms that it is Eton, not Eaton that Chas attended. Boys attend secondary school in the UK at 11 years of age. And Eton is a boys’ school, not a boy’s school. Chas Fordham’s maternal grandmother would not be called Mrs. Fordham. Errors proliferate through the story and I honestly expect better from a Patricia Logan book.
The plot is also completely overblown. From obvious villains to dastardly double agents to half the US Marine Corps that descends, heavily armed, to protect private citizens on private property, to the extraordinary body count that doesn’t even seem to raise any official eyebrows – the writing just doesn’t start to compare to the subtle and complex story about art theft that started this series.
So – from any other author, this would be an enjoyable action-adventure romp. It just lacks the complexity and attention to detail I expect from Patricia Logan. Which is possibly a completely unfair judgement.
Chas whirled on Tate, stalking up to him, probably having decided that he was the whole problem. Hell, Tate was totally fine with that. Better he hate him than his father. Hate was easy to handle but he was really surprised when he stopped right in front of him and shouted at him.
“You have no right to tell me how I should talk to my father, you… you cretin!” he screamed.
Tate was only slightly surprised as spittle flew out of Chas’s mouth when he spoke and he raised his hand. Is he gonna…?
Tate reached up and stopped Chas’s slap inches from his cheek as he viciously swung his hand toward him. Tate managed to grasp Chas’s wrist, stopping the blow and the action brought the young man flush up against his body. For a few seconds their faces were inches from each other and with all of Chas’s rage, the way his chest heaved with anger, Tate inexplicably felt his cock harden in his jeans. His fury is magnificent. Tate didn’t know whether he should stop the kid or just bend him over his father’s desk and fuck him right then and there and get it over with.
He let the thought slide through his mind for a few seconds as he stared into Chas’s magnificent angry amber-colored eyes. It’s probably not the right time… more’s the pity.
Tate hesitated only a second and then tore his gaze away from the man’s, bringing Chas’s arm down and then around the man’s side so that he was forced to turn his back on Tate. Chas cried out as Tate deftly brought his hand up between his shoulder blades, causing him to bend forward to take the pressure off or have his arm snapped in the process. A second later, Chas’s knees gave out and he dropped to his knees on the thick carpet to relieve the pressure on his arm.
Tate bent over him, still holding Chas’s fingers up behind his back with one hand. He laid his hand on the back of the young man’s neck, pushing his forehead firmly to the floor with the other hand.
“Ah! You’re hurting me!” Chas gasped out, drooling down toward the carpet beneath him. His body was shuddering but all the fight had gone out of him and he suddenly went boneless as his body relaxed.
Tate leaned down to speak softly at his ear. “No hitting. No slapping. No getting physical of any sort. That clear?” Go ahead. Fight me, you little fucker. I’ll have your jeans around your ankles and my dick up your ass so fast, you won’t know what hit you.
A second later Chas gave an almost imperceptible nod. His chest was heaving and Tate thought he heard a sob come out of the man as he grunted in pain again.
“Okay,” Chas finally ground out through gritted teeth, “Let me up.”
Cherished childhood memories.
My mother was an awesome seamstress and cook, a real 1950-60s homemaker and she was talented. I’m so glad I learned something I could pass on from her to my girls. They are becoming great cooks and both like to sew.
My dad was a writer and a builder and draftsman. I obviously have become an author but I was published before he was. He had two books published the year he died at 85. I am also an artist and have won awards for fine art and painting though I haven’t sat down to do it for years. All my kids are artists and that is super fulfilling for me. At least I know they take after me for something good.
International bestselling author Patricia Logan, resides in Los Angeles, California. The author of several #1 bestselling erotic romances in English, Italian, French, and Spanish lives in a small house with a large family. When she’s not writing her next thriller romance, she’s watching her grandchildren grow up way too soon, and raising kids who make her proud every day. One of her favorite tasks is coaxing nose kisses from cats who insist on flopping on her keyboard while she types. Married to a wonderful man for 30 years, she counts herself lucky to be surrounded by people who love her and give her stories to tell every day.
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