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I don’t need a bodyguard.
My stalker is fake. I’m positive those letters were written by my controlling, ultra-religious father so he’d have an excuse to hire someone to watch my every move. It’s just my luck that he’s a U.S. Senator and my new bodyguard is a Secret Service agent with one strike left.
It’s worse luck that my new bodyguard isn’t just hot, he’s… nice. Gabriel treats me like I’m more than a bargaining chip or a potential wife to do his cooking and cleaning. He laughs at my jokes. He listens to my opinions.
When he thinks I’m hurt, he goes ballistic.
And when he catches me sneaking out of my family’s house, he keeps my secret. He even buys me a drink.
Just because he’s sweet, protective, and fills out a suit like nobody’s business doesn’t mean I can trust him. He’s still working for my father, and his job is on the line.
If only that were enough to keep me from sneaking into his room every night. Now we’re keeping a secret that could ruin us both.
I need a way out. He needs a way back in.
There’s no way this can work, but I’ve always had faith.
Safekeeping was originally published as Slow Burn.
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We’re snowed in all winter, high in the Rockies at an artist’s retreat.
Just me… and the four men who want to share me.
It was supposed to be three months of solitude and reflection. I’d paint all day, then maybe read before going to bed early. I thought I’d be surrounded by quiet, retiring artists.
I didn’t think those artists would be the world’s biggest rock band, taking a break from being in the spotlight.
And I definitely didn’t think they’d seduce me, one by one… and sometimes together.
There’s Cash, the drummer, who has smoldering eyes and muscles I can’t take my eyes off of. There’s Dalton, the bassist, who has a body sculpted from marble and a smile that makes me melt.
There’s Gavin, the British guitarist whose accent does things to me… and whose hands do much, much dirtier deeds.
And finally, there’s Slate, the mysterious lead singer whose voice alone makes me shiver.
I can’t help myself. They’re commanding, dominant, and so irresistible I can’t say no.
And best of all? They want to share me.
All four of them.
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