Stuck with the Bad Boy Bodyguard

An Age-Gap Enemies to Lovers Rockstar Romance

JACK:

Who's the stunning siren with the killer curves?

Damn…

I’m stuck guarding Layla Thorne, rock star diva and the ultimate forbidden fruit.
She’s a hurricane in heels, so why am I aching to get caught in her storm?

Day one, she ditches me.
Mobbed by fans—rookie move, sweetheart.
She’s a wildcat in leather, I’m a soldier in chaos.
Her fiery spirit’s a dangerous aphrodisiac.
Why can’t I stop thinking about those lips?

Protecting her just got primal.
How do I keep my distance when all I want is to claim her?

LAYLA:

Who’s the broad-shouldered brooding hunk with the piercing blue eyes?

Oh, fabulous…
My new bodyguard is an off-limits ex-Navy SEAL.
I never asked for protection, but those abs...
maybe I need saving after all.

First day, I give him the slip.
Fans swarm me—big mistake.
He's a fortress of raw masculinity, breaking my defenses with each smoldering glance.
Then I catch him in the pool half-naked—heat level: inferno.

Suddenly, every moment alone feels like foreplay.
One searing kiss and I'm desperate for an encore.

How long until I beg this forbidden fruit to ruin me completely?