Genre – romcom/comedy/suspense/thriller
Release Date – GUARDING THE BILLIONAIRE – 9 June & SAVING THE BILLIONAIRE – 19 June
Guarding the Billionaire #1 (out 9 June)
He’s a fast-talking, hard-hitting guy who goes to work with a weapon in his holster. He’s also sexy, loyal and damn good at his job.
He’s Justin Trainer.
I work close protection. I’m the silent bodyguard at the back of the room. I’m the eyes watching you. I’m the ears listening to you. And I’m the dirty-mouthed grunt with the gun who’ll take a bullet for you.
I’m the man in black, guarding my billionaire boss.
Saving the Billionaire #2 (out 19 June)
He’s a fast-talking, hard-hitting guy who goes to work with a weapon in his holster. He’s also sexy, loyal and damn good at his job, even when he’s guarding a billionaire boss with too many secrets.
He’s Justin Trainer.
You won’t notice me and you won’t hear me, but I’m always there, watching, listening and waiting. I’m armed and dangerous because I’m the bodyguard, and I’m the guy who’ll take a bullet for you.
I’m the man in black, saving my billionaire boss from blackmailers and computer hackers—but mostly from himself.
Prologue – The bodyguard and the billionaire
Billionaires. Don’t ya just love ‘em?
Money coming out of their asses. They get their people to call your people, and that’s just to schedule time to take a piss.
I should know. I’m one of the ‘people’ that gets called. Since I left the Marines, I’ve worked for a lot of millionaires, billionaires, gazillionaires. I’ve guarded European royalty and Saudi princes. I’ve stood next to politicians who’ve had death threats, and boybands who get mobbed by women wanting their babies. I’ve seen every vice and virtue, found every flaw, watched the shadows that darken lives.
And now, I’m working for the darkest, most twisted fucker that ever wore an Armani suit. Probably.
I work close protection.
I’m the silent bodyguard at the back of the room.
I’m the eyes watching you.
I’m the ears listening to you.
And I’m the foul-mouthed grunt with the gun who’ll take a bullet for you. Although I’d prefer not to, and if I do my job right, it’ll never come to that.
Intel is everything, so if anyone got the lowdown on my new boss, the media would have a field day. Why? Because the guy who signs my paychecks is a sick fuck, into bondage, domination, sadism and masochism—and that’s before breakfast—with a drawer full of files on his fuck buddies, submissives, who get tied up in his attached dungeon. Usually one at a time, but you never know. Still, at least he’s honest about who he is.
He’s a billionaire.
The bodyguard and the camel
I step forward, keeping an eye on my surroundings as Talal sweeps his arm toward a stable in the middle of the front row. It’s slightly larger than the others and a puff of cooler air spills out as the door is opened.
“This is my treasure,” he says proudly. “Her name is Nabila. It means happiness. Isn’t she beautiful?”
He sounds like a proud parent and I briefly wonder why he keeps his woman in a stable when I finally realize that my bodyguarding duties are required by a large, dun-colored female camel.
A tawny head on a snake-like neck peers out, making a noise like a frat-boy puking his guts.
“Look! She’s calling to you!” Talal says happily. “She likes you!”
He rubs the camel’s long nose, cooing to her in Arabic. The camel’s eyelids droop and she snickers softly.
“She’s worth more than ten million dollars,” he states.
My jaw hits the floor.
“Nabila has won me more than three thousand Dirham, or twenty million of your US dollars in races.”
Now, I get it. That is a fuck-ton of money.
Talal continues proudly.
“And her brood mare fees will significantly increase if she wins the Mazayen Al-Ibl next month. Her offspring will be very valuable. There have been threats from my rivals,” he says darkly. “Twice, ground-up glass has been found in her feed. But it was found in time, Inshallah.”
I look up at the security cameras and the armed guards, and understand what Mason meant about it being an inside job. And I’m the biggest outsider Talal could find.
“You, Mr. Trainer, will watch Nabila around the clock. You will keep her alive. You will keep her safe.”
Nabila puckers up her hairy lips and comes towards me for a smooch. I back away, but not fast enough, and she sends a stream of saliva dripping down the front of my best suit.
Talal claps his hands, a huge smile on his face.
“This is a good omen, Mr. Trainer!”
Yup, lucky me. I’ll be sleeping in a stable for the next month.
What the hell, I’ve slept in worse places for a lot less money.
Nabila nudges my shoulder and I pat her nose.
“Just you and me tonight, hot stuff. I sleep on the left, right?”
I’m not sure if that means yes or whether I’ve just struck out.
- “If you liked 50 Shades, you’ll love this. And if you hated 50 Shades, you’ll love this even more!” – Monica Lomond, author
- Close protection, bodyguards, we’re deeply misunderstood. We’re not unthinking, uncaring masses of muscle and testosterone, we have feelings, too. I’m a guy totally in touch with my emotions: I fucking hate my ex-wife.
- Who wants a woman who does exactly as they’re told all the time?