Protecting the Billionaire

DAMON:

I’ve never been with a guy, but Jamie’s got my brain and heart twisted up in knots.

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.

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.

Too bad the job pays a fortune. There’s no way I can turn it down.

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.

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.

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.

If only he weren’t so distracting…

JAMIE:

Did someone try to kidnap me? Yes. Will it slow me down? No.

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.

I don’t want my hand held. I won’t stay sheltered. And I definitely don’t need some gruff bodyguard to babysit me.

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.

The problem? I’m sure he’s straight. Almost positive…

Note to readers: This is an extra spicy MM romance, heat level 10. Readers can expect several steamy scenes that will leave you breathless.