Protecting the Billionaire
<b>DAMON:</b><br /><br />I’ve never been with a guy, but Jamie’s got my brain and heart twisted up in knots.<br /><br />The problem? I don’t do romance. Been there, done that, never should have in the first place, never will again. I’m divorced, living in a cramped apartment in the Bronx, and scraping by as a private eye after desk politics threw my detective career under the bus.<br /><br />But when an old friend sends me a job offer with a salary that makes my jaw drop, how can I say no? All I have to do is play bodyguard for some spoiled billionaire. The only drawback: rich people piss me off. They’re entitled, high-maintenance jerks.<br /><br />Too bad the job pays a fortune. There’s no way I can turn it down.<br /> <br />When I meet Jamie, he isn’t what I expect. He’s kind – noble, even. He’s rich as hell, but he uses his money to do good things. It intrigues me. Attracts me.<br /><br />In a single moment, everything changes. His hand touches mine. I don’t pull away. The look we exchange could be the start of something.<br /><br />But I’ve got to be careful. Someone wants to hurt Jamie. It’s up to me to keep him safe. If I get distracted, even for an instant, I could lose everything.<br /><br />If only he weren’t so distracting…<br /><br /><b>JAMIE:</b><br /><br />Did someone try to kidnap me? Yes. Will it slow me down? No.<br /><br />My security team insists I need a bodyguard. I have to admit that life at the top has been lonely lately, but this isn’t how I thought I’d find a man to spend my time with.<br /><br />I don’t want my hand held. I won’t stay sheltered. And I definitely don’t need some gruff bodyguard to babysit me.<br /><br />But he’s hotter than hades. A tower of ripped muscles. He lives with me, eats with me, and sleeps so deliciously close to me.<br /><br />The problem? I’m sure he’s straight. Almost positive…<br /><br /><i>Note to readers: This is an extra spicy MM romance, heat level 10. Readers can expect several steamy scenes that will leave you breathless.</i>