“I trust you with my life.

Now I’m trusting you with my daughter.”

Those were my father’s words the day he ruined my life by assigning me a bodyguard.

So, I had a few hate notes left for me, and my car was vandalized. It’s not a big deal.

Not big enough to deserve him, anyway…

Denver Layne.

A brooding, ex-special forces, six foot something wall of muscle who acts like having fun is a federal offense.

He says he’s here to protect me.

I say he’s here to ruin my life.

The giant brute barely speaks, unless it’s to bark reminders about his sacred duty to keep me safe.

And he watches every man who comes near me like he’s plotting their slow and painful demise.

At this rate I won’t have a social life to return to.

I need to get rid of the overbearing hulk. Fast.

It shouldn’t be that hard.

Not as hard as the grumpy, infuriating brute himself, who pins me against a wall one day, breathing fire when I break one of his stupid rules.

My father thinks this is a good idea. But if I’m going to survive?

I’m going to break every single one of Denver’s rules.

And I’ll enjoy every second of it.

(Perfect for fans of forced proximity billionaire romance, with high stakes, steamy tension, with an older grumpy hero, and a strong, smart heroine who loves to tease him with snarky banter).