Bodyguard Books Romance Novels & Stories

When will he stop making me feel like I’m about to melt into a pool of just pure embarrassment. I never had a man say those things to me. Before I became the bodyguard, I had a boyfriend – Henry. He was a really sweet and nice guy. But he never made me feel things the way Julian did and it made me crave him more and more. Before I reached the door, he grabbed my hand and placed another kiss on my knuckles. “I know you don’t get the chance to… but I think you look beautiful in dresses.” I walked to my room smiling and clutching his shirt. Julian Anderson. I think I might like you a lot.

"Aww a mini Lance. That's so adorable. And what's the book about." "About a girl falling for someone unexpected. The same guy that told her on her worst day that, one day a stranger will walk into her life and will flip her world upside down. And it will make her realize as to why it never worked out with anyone else but him." I smiled while looking at him in the crowd. "The book is called, My Personal BodyGuard. Based on true events." I smiled. Once my interview was over there was a meet and greet. I walked over there and there was a big line. It lasted about 2 hours.

I liked being around her because she had so many stories to tell me and indulged my guilty pleasures… food I knew I wouldn't be able to eat at the table without Father giving me the stink eye or saying something offensive. JJ as I call her came in just then, looking as stiff as ever. She used to be in the military, a firm believer in playing by the rules, and my oldest bodyguard to date. I always wondered why she never quit like the others. Maybe she just really liked her work. I never could tell. She never really opened up to me. Her real name was Jennifer Jordan, but I liked calling her JJ. I couldn't see myself calling my bodyguards by their surnames like Father did.

Not someone to mess with lightly. I clench my jaw. Perfect. As if this situation wasn't already complicated enough. I close my eyes, the ache in my chest deepening. I can feel her, even now. The bond between us pulls at me, burning hot and unrelenting. Memories of her flood my mind—her scent, her taste, the way her body fits against mine. Desire coils low in my stomach, my blood running hotter with every thought. I need to get to her. *Brian: We'll figure something out. First step—distract the bodyguard. He can't follow two targets at once.*

Kai added, smirking as he crossed his arms. Roxanne’s hand flew to her cheek, with eyes wild in shock. “You crazy--,” “Careful,” I said, stepping forward just enough to cast my shadow over her, and it was enough to make her take a big step back. “The last person who touched my girl without permission regretted it.” Sloane smirked and lifted her hands to my shoulders. "That's right. My boyfriend is best at protecting what's his." She smirked, staring into my eyes.

He leaned in doorways like sin incarnate and made comments designed to scrape beneath my skin. “I could die of boredom before the assassins find me,” he said at one point, sprawled in the kitchen doorway while I assembled something resembling dinner. “Or dehydration. You’re not exactly the nurturing type.” I set a glass of water in front of him harder than necessary. He smiled like I’d just proven his point. “You know, I used to think bodyguards were supposed to be stoic and silent, yes, but also maybe...charming. Protective. Swept up in the fantasy of it all. You’re very disappointing, Noah.”

He just stood there in the office. The city lights blinked at him like a thousand mocking eyes, like they already knew. The gala memories wouldn’t leave him, the gunshot, glass raining down, the sting in his ears. Over and over, the moment looped, carving itself deeper until it felt like his skull had been branded. Someone had tried to end him tonight. Somebody close was feeding him to the wolves. And now this text is a pointed, deliberate strike aimed straight at Damien Wolfe. The man he had let in. The man who was supposed to protect him.

“Hello?” “Yes!” I blinked, focusing on his face. “He told me about you.” I folded my arms instead of accepting his hand. “I don't need a babysitter,” I said to him, letting my displeasure show on my face. “I'm a bodyguard,” he corrected, annoyed I was calling him a babysitter. “Isn't it all the same?” I leaned back on my door. “Return to my father and tell him I don't need a damned security guard or whatever the hell you call yourself.”

Book 3 is another steamy Mafia romance crime saga featuring hardcore, taboo romance, sex with my bodyguard, A Possessive Mafia Romance etc full Book starts here 👇 I know what those hands have done— and it’s not pretty. Except maybe I like it a little ugly. A little twisted. A little broken. Ren’s the kind of man I’ve spent my life running away from: big, gorgeous, arrogant. He thinks the world revolves around his biceps. When I’m nearly killed in a drive-by shooting gone wrong, my father packs me up and ships me off to Philly, “for my protection,” whatever that means.

Alessio tried to reason, his words muddled as her lips drew nearer to his. "My brother isn't here, no one is," Serafina whispered, her lips hovering over his. "And I know you want this just as much as me." "It's...fuck, Serafina, it's wrong, I'm your bodyguard and you're-" "-Call me 'baby girl' again," She demanded, her lips brushing over his with every word.