Bodyguard Books Romance Novels & Stories

The doors swung open, and a flutter of excitement surged through Catalina’s heart. She was pushed into a room that radiated strength and elegance. Bookshelves embraced the walls, their treasures lovingly curated. The gentle warmth of the fire danced in the hearth, its soft crackle filling the room with a tender ambiance, while shadows wove their delicate patterns across the gleaming surfaces. Behind a grand desk sat Matteo Moretti, a figure of intrigue and longing. He was nothing like the image she had conjured in her mind. He was younger—likely in his late twenties—but there was something about him, a presence so commanding that it sent shivers down her spine.

I also have other books - HER BODYGUARD SILENT DESIRES So you can choose which one to read. All you have to do is check my profile and you will find them. So... Keep reading. Thank you once again.

Usually, their clients knew how exclusive their bodyguard company was. WILD and WICKED is a private security company owned by Candy and Fiona. At first glance, it looked like an escort company. However, beneath its name, was a very private security company composed of women. WILD and WICKED is a company who employed women that would be perfect for a bodyguarding job. Most of their employees were women who retired from the military. Some were like Fiona who was trained in martial arts and gun handling since she was young and would like to start a new life in the US. Of course, the company was a legal one.

If my brother was right about anything, it was that my company offered security services, not about something like that. “Yeah, it is considering that you finally got your head out of your ass to call me after all the drama you did after A…” "No! Mention her name,” I complain, my fingers squeezing on the car wheel so hard my knuckles turn white, my brother sighs, looking away, trying to tame the rush of anger in my chest, I don't need distractions at that time "This is a job... personal, and yes we will be doing bodyguards" I add, my brother looks at me raising an eyebrow, probably sensing my irritation, he remains silent, but agrees to listen "Someone I don't identify yet tried hurt her a f

Just as the words fell out of her mouth, they heard footsteps approaching. “Princess…” Asher cooed the minute their gaze held. Isabella let out a relieved sigh. At least he was okay. It surprised her how she would rather anyone else were hurt, but not Asher. “Come here.” Asher stepped past Marcia and dragged Isabella into his arms, squeezing her tight. In his mind, Marcia had already broken the bad news to Isabella and the bodyguard wanted to comfort and protect his lover. “I will keep you safe, I promise.” He chanted over and over, which confused Isabella further. After the initial excitement of being in her lover's arms wore off, she pushed him slightly, lifting her head to hold his gaze.

Her face heated when the memory flashed in her mind. “Good morning, Mr Lopes. My name is Isaiah Wilson, part-owner of Global Security, and this is Palmer Burris. He’ll be one of the bodyguards charged to protect your daughter.” Palmer gave a curt nod; his hands clasped behind him. Hearing the news that Palmer–the man she had earth shattering sex with last night–was now her bodyguard, Natalie’s knees nearly buckled under her. She faltered to the nearest lounge sofa and plunked down. Her eyes finding refuge in the scene of high-rise buildings, their windows reflecting the morning sun.

I didn’t turn around, instead,I pushed the door open and hurried inside, heart pounding in my chest. When I finally got to my room, I slammed the door behind me and pressed my back against it, closing my eyes. How did things end up like this?Salvatore. My bodyguard. My ex. My torment.And now… my husband’s brother. My life was officially a bad romantic thriller. And the worst part? My heart was still racing for him. Salvatore's POV I watched her storm off, all fire and fury,and for the first time in a long while, I smiled.

He kissed her neck, making her involuntarily sigh. "You drove me crazy after that night." Her eyes closed and her head rested against his chest as one hand slipped under her knee-length dress. She moaned when Jack stroked her thigh and climbed further. Her hand gripped his arm across her stomach, looking for a grip as her legs suddenly felt weak. "See, right? You feel the same way too. The conservative young lady is so wild in bed," he whispered. The bodyguard was so presumptuous and was harassing her. Elena should have kicked him and screamed, instead of sighing as his hands became more and more presumptuous.

“The big, scary, quiet man who was supposed to just protect me. And suddenly… Everything felt different. Real. Even when you were being an asshole and pushing me away.” Arnold smirked. “I was trying to be professional.” “You failed miserably,” I teased, kicking his foot under the table. “You lasted like… three days before you pinned me against the wall in the gym.” He laughed, a real, deep laugh that made my heart flutter. “Guilty,” he admitted. “You were impossible to resist. Still are.” I leaned forward, resting my chin on my hand. “So tell me, Mr. Professional Bodyguard… when exactly did you realize you were screwed? Was it when I first started teasing you, or when I begged you to fuck me

I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs. "He knows that I would burn this city to the ground to find you," Jace admitted. "And that kind of attachment makes me a bad bodyguard. It makes me dangerous." I reached out, my fingers trembling as they touched the damp fabric of his tank top. "Then stop being my bodyguard for five minutes. Just five minutes, Jace. Talk to me like a person. I wasn’t drunk and I am sure you knew yet you kissed me anyways." The air in the room felt thick enough to suffocate us both. Jace didn't pull away this time. He leaned down, his forehead almost touching mine, his breath warm against my lips.