Blog Tour: Steal My Breath Away by Sarah Castille

Emotions run high, but the tempo thrums higher as music, heat, and angst collide between a singer and her bodyguard. 

 Steal My Breath Away, an all-new steamy, bodyguard, new adult romance from New York Times bestselling author Sarah Castille is now available! 




Haley Chapman has struggled against strict rules all her life. As the daughter of a senator, she’s supposed to finish her degree and go into politics, but music is her one true love―the only outlet she has for her wild, impulsive feelings. When she is accosted during a performance, her mom decides she needs a bodyguard. 
Security detail following her around college feels like overkill, but the Senator has the perfect solution. Ace Murphy is a close friend of the family, and a former Air Force pilot, now working in personal security. 
He’s the same Ace that joined the service with Haley’s brother. He also happens to be the same Ace that used to be dismissive of her when they were growing up. 
 To Haley, Ace is just another obstacle to her freedom and her dreams―but as their personalities clash, will their friction spark new feelings, or reopen old wounds? 

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“Don’t go home,” I ordered Ace as we left the underground parking garage. “I’m too wired up. I’ll just bounce off the walls.”
“You’re safest at home,” he pointed out.
“I’m safe with you,” I said. “Let’s drive somewhere.”
“Where do you want to go?”
“Lakeshore Drive. I want to see the water.”
“It’s dark,” he pointed out, turning onto West Jackson Boulevard. “There’s not much to see.”
“You can still see the water at night, and it’s pretty with all the lights on the piers, the moored boats, and the cities on the other side of the lake. I want to roll down the window and feel the breeze.”
“Are you going to hang your head out and stick out your tongue?” he asked, amused.
“Funny.” I gave him my best side-eye. “Paige and I bike along the lake all the time. We’re there for the beaches in summer and hiking in the forests in spring and fall. Sometimes when we’re in the woods, I close my eyes and imagine I’m back in Riverstone.”
Ace’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “How far do you want to go?”
“Montrose Beach. I can direct you. There’s a relatively unknown section over a fence where they’ve made hiking trails through the grass, and there’s a cute little bridge—”
“You want to go into the woods at night?” Ace’s voice rose in pitch. “Are you serious?”
“It’ll be fun.”
“Carnival rides are fun,” Ace said. “Bears games are fun. Naked Haleys in hotel rooms are very fun. If you want fun—”
“Are you not confident in your ability to protect me?” I wasn’t above using his work against him. Ace needed to loosen up. Under that stiff exterior was a boy who loved a thrill just like me.
“I don’t see the point in putting you in danger.”
“That’s exactly why we need to go. I’m totally pumped after the gig and meeting Stefan. I need some excitement, Ace. I want to feel alive.”
“I could speed,” he offered. “Is five miles per hour over the speed limit enough to burn off that adrenaline?”
“Do you even know me?” I laughed. “Every time I rent a car I get pulled over by the police for speeding. Usually, I can talk my way out of it.”
“Don’t tell me these things,” he said. “It’s stressful enough knowing you spend your nights running around in dark forests.”
I laughed, relaxing into the easy banter that had marked our early friendship. “I try to limit it to a few times a month. Too much and the thrill wears off, and only between June and September, when it’s warm enough to take off my clothes.”
“What’s terrifying is that I don’t actually know if you’re joking,” he said, his voice tight.
“And you never will.”
I talked without stopping for the duration of the drive to Montrose Beach. My brain wouldn’t shut off, so I told him about my classes and how hard it had been to pick a major, and about last year’s adventures with Skye, and how she’d exposed a major cover-up at the university.
Usually when I was wired I made a conscious effort to be quiet, because I talked too much at the best of times and the adrenaline made it ten times worse. But I could just be myself with Ace. I didn’t have to worry about the filter. I could say anything, and he didn’t judge me.
He was a patient and an active listener, making me feel like he was interested in everything I had to say. Only my dad had ever made me feel so accepted for being me.
“Dangerous woods, as requested,” he said, pulling into the parking lot at Montrose Beach. “Should I put up a sign to let the criminals know which way you’ve gone?”
“Don’t be silly,” I said, laughing. “They’re already out there.”
Despite the late hour, there were several cars in the parking lot and at least six couples on the beach in various stages of undress. The air was cool and crisp, and I drew in a deep calming breath.
“Not a place to go if you want to be alone,” Ace said, pointing to a couple going at it under a blanket near the water’s edge.
“I don’t like beach sex,” I said. “The sand gets into places sand isn’t supposed to go. It took me forever—”
“I don’t need to know.” Ace pulled a backpack from the back seat.
“What’s in there?”
“Survival supplies,” he said. “Flashlight, blanket, water, compass, matches . . . I packed it after Jordan called to tell me you’d changed your mind about Maverick. I knew protecting you wasn’t going to be like a regular gig. I would have to be prepared for any eventuality. You never know when you might meet a bear.”


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