AVERY:
I’m a psych graduate turned glamour model, but it’s not as glamorous as it sounds when I’ve got a stalker leaving black calla lilies in my bedroom with little love notes that say, “I’m coming for you.”

Cue my worst nightmare: needing a bodyguard. But not just any bodyguard—Killian Beckett, the infuriating CEO of a global security empire, former soldier, and certified grouch.

Killian’s all hard muscle, military precision, and absolutely zero charm. The guy radiates disapproval—of my job, my dates, my wardrobe. You name it, he’s judging it.

Unfortunately, Mr Control Freak also looks like he was sculpted by the gods, and smells like temptation itself.

Falling for my bodyguard?

Absolutely fatal.

KILLIAN:
Babysitting a spoiled celebrity wasn’t how I planned on spending my days, but when it comes to Avery Williams, I can’t say no, even if she’s trouble wrapped in taffeta.

Avery is everything I can’t stand: reckless, loud, and she lives for attention. Day and night, her smart mouth tests my patience, and her curves increasingly test my control.

I don’t even like the woman, but my God, do I want her. But I can’t cross that line. Instead, I watch, I wait, and I fight—both the outside threats and the escalating pull between us.

But the battlefield I learned to survive on is nothing compared to the war Avery stirs up inside me.

Getting involved with a client is the ultimate risk in my world, but when it comes to her, I’ll risk it all.

Even if it ruins me....