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In today's post, we'll take a look at the Bodyguard series, plus a list of Rj's favorite things. Of course, there'll be a chance to win all the way at the bottom.
First up in the series, Bodyguard To A Sex God
Bodyguard Adam Freeman draws what everyone else thinks is the short straw at the convention for a procedural cop show - as bodyguard to TV actor Logan Brady. Or as the Internet has labelled him, Logan 'Sex God' Brady.
Logan is taking part in a convention at a London Hotel for his show 'Night Cop' and someone is threatening his life.
Adam gets more than he bargained for when his client combines coming out of the closet with them both trying to stay alive.
“Must be kind of cool being an actor,” Adam said conversationally. He left the short sentence hanging there without elaboration.
“Must be kind of cool being a bodyguard,” Logan replied. Adam smiled and then pursed his lips to blow on the coffee.
“I like it,” he said after he sipped the steaming brew. He sighed. “You make good coffee.”
“I’m glad you wanted coffee. I can make coffee—your tea, not so much.”
“Not all English men drink tea,” Adam pointed out.
“You don’t drink tea? Isn’t there some kind of law that the Queen passed that means you have to drink tea?” Logan smiled as he made the joke. His smile widened when Adam did that eyebrow-raising thing that widened his brown eyes. Hella cute. “Next thing you’ll be saying is you don’t all talk like Hugh Grant and have floppy hair.”
Adam pushed the fingers of his free hand through his loose, layered wavy hair and it fell back down on his forehead. “I have the hair.” He looked up at his bangs and twisted his lips in a wry smile. “Damn stuff is kind of floppy by the end of the day.”
“I like your hair,” Logan said instantly. Then he realized what he had said. “I mean. You’re blond. Naturally. That is rare.” Jesus. I’m a grown man, I can carry out a casual conversation.
“Thank you.” Logan decided to try and turn the conversation back to the one thing they had in common, Adam’s role as a close protection officer.
“Do you ever carry a gun?”
“I have a gun license but I don’t carry for assignments in the UK, and I don’t hold the requisite licenses in the US. I don’t need a gun.”
“Is it hard being an out gay bodyguard?” Logan voiced the question that was poking inside his head. “Not at all. Who I sleep with doesn’t make me less effective at my job,” Adam responded quickly. “Is it hard being a closeted actor?”Shock was ice in his spine. “I’m not a… I’m… how…” Logan said in a jumbled, uncoordinated spill of denial.
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Second in the series, The Ex Factor
When Bodyguard, Ben Collins, finds Daniel Lincoln in a room, hiding and hurt, he doesn't immediately think Daniel is the victim of abuse. Daniel is good at pretending and being a finalist in a TV singing competition he seems like he has it made.
But something about Daniel calls to Ben's need to protect and he hands Daniel a card to contact him if ever Daniel needed help. Abruptly, after one frightened phone call from Daniel, Ben is racing to Daniel's aid and what he finds is a horror he can't imagine.
Daniel is trapped in a relationship where anger and controlling hate are the only emotions he is given. When his boyfriend crosses the line and leaves Daniel vulnerable and broken there is only one man that he wants to call.
The sexy bodyguard who promised he could help him.
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Third, we have Max and The Prince
Bodyguard Max Connery is used to being mistaken for being younger than he is.
Being carded every time he buys a beer is usual. Even though he's just turned twenty eight and has two tours in Afghanistan as a pilot under his belt.
When a threat is made on the life of a prince attending University in the UK, Max is the perfect choice to blend in with the mixed house of students and to keep Prince Lucien safe. Even if it means joining the swim team to be by his side.
But, when death visits the halls, abruptly this job is a long way past keeping the prince happy and safe. Instead Max has to keep Lucien alive.
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Fourth in the series, Undercover Lovers
Even if Ross and Kyle make it out of this alive, will the secrets in Kyle's heart stay safe?
Kyle gets caught up in a case that is entirely unrelated to Bodyguards Inc. Not only does he abruptly need time off, but he has to have absolute trust and complete support from Ross without being able to tell Ross a thing.
CIA Agent Stefan Mortimer needs Kyle's help with a case of a geneticist and a missing formula. Trouble is being led right to Kyle’s door, endangering the life of the team he has built and the man that he loves.
Going undercover, with Ross as his fiance, is the worst kind of torture in so many ways, but it is the only answer. Kyle and Ross may well live through this but Kyle is convinced his heart won't survive.
“There’s something I have to do.”
“Is it a something that is connected to Stefan Mortimer? You looked really shocked to hear his name.” Kyle glanced up at the question. Ross’s gray eyes looked troubled. “What I can tell you is that this is a job for the two of us, me and you.” He held up a hand to stop Ross talking. “I need you to back me up on this. For a week, maybe ten days tops, we need to go undercover.”
“I don’t know how… I mean… I’m not….” Ross began. Then he sighed. “I don’t understand.”
“All I can tell you is that we’re needed, and this is a matter of national security.” Ross’s eyes widened. “Like James Bond-type national security?”
“Not as dramatic as that. We need to get to a place called Stratton Bridge, and I’m sorry, but we have to leave today.”
“What about my clothes? My laptop?”
“You can go home, get some clothes, take a laptop to stay connected to the office. When we get there, though, you will have a cover.”
“Wait. Is this a bodyguard job? You’re looking out for someone and you need me there to run the information side?”
“No, yes, and no.” Kyle sighed. “You have to trust me on this when I say it’s important, but I need something more than information.”
Ross sat forward in his chair and looked deadly serious. “I do trust you, Kyle. You know that.”
“Then all I can say is we’re going undercover, both of us. I’ll be with you every inch of the way.” Ross smiled and pushed his hair back off his face, leaving a streak of black on his forehead; evidently, he hadn’t managed to wash off all the ink.
“Undercover. Cool. What as? I could be a doctor or a teacher. Probably more a teacher, I guess. Not sure I’d be able to handle—”
“My husband,” Kyle broke in. “The room we have, it’s more of a suite.” He recalled the information Stefan had given him: the block booking of the only available room, which had just been renovated. “We need to be on our honeymoon. Trust me, it’s the best cover.”
Ross’s lips were in a round O, surprise on his face. “We’re acting —” He coughed to clear his throat. “—married?”
Kyle focused in on the streak of black, trying not to let any emotion show on his face. “They only have the one room, just open after renovation, the honeymoon suite. I need your decision now.” While he waited tensely for Ross’s reply, Kyle considered. He could go on his own, and when asked where his husband was, he could easily pretend he was getting divorced from his pretend husband. But why would he still need a honeymoon suite? He’d nearly talked himself into that one when Ross looked at him directly.
So many emotions passed over Ross’s face that Kyle couldn’t identify them all. He saw confusion, excitement, disappointment, the whole gamut of emotions. Then he saw Ross pull himself straight, and the smile returned. “We need a magnificent back story,” Ross said. And with that he’d agreed to play his part, and his and Kyle’s cover story was in place. “I’ll get some stuff. Give me thirty.”
Ross left, and Kyle listened for the distinctive growl of Ross’s black and red motorbike. He couldn’t help himself; he looked out of his window to the parking area below and saw Ross astride the beast of a machine that allowed him to zip around the country roads here.
“You’ll kill yourself, Ross,” he’d said when Ross had pulled up a few months ago as proud as a mom with a new baby.
“This, old man, is a Honda CBR1000RR Fireblade, and it’s not dangerous, it’s fun.”
Ross reminded Kyle far too often that there were ten years separating them, but being thirty-five, Kyle didn’t feel like an old man. He just preferred his Jaguar to the danger of the open road in nothing more than leather and a helmet.
“Says the man who moaned all last Friday that he had a paper cut.”
And now, there he was. He’d pulled on his leathers, and fuck, he looked like sex on legs. That gorgeous ass in leather, a black biker’s jacket hugging his slim figure. So different to the patient, organized, stapler-loving Ross that Kyle had in his head. This Ross, the one on the bike, was wild and sexy and asking to be—
Kyle had to stop himself, and he cursed Stefan for dropping him in the shit from a great height. He and Ross, in a honeymoon suite, for a week—maybe more—and with Ross wanting a magnificent backstory when Kyle couldn’t imagine what this case was going to bring him.
Espionage, agents, attempted murder, a favor to a friend thousands of miles away, and a new line in environmental disaster. Not to mention being undercover as married: with the man he was head over heels in love with in real life.Just how wrong could this possibly go?
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RJ's favorite things:
My favorite fives…
- Like a Prayer (Madonna)
- Summer Spies (Fatal Charm)
- The Winner Takes It All (ABBA)
- Spaceman (Killers)
- Butterflies and Hurricanes (Muse)
- The Empire Strikes Back
- Dirty Dancing
- The Shawshank Redemption
Candy (AKA, what we call sweets in the UK!)
- Cadbury’s Dairy Milk
- Curly Wurlys
- Cadbury’s Flake
Favorite leading men
- Chris Pratt
- Harrison Ford
- Ryan Reynolds
- Richard Burton
- Morgan Freeman
Favorite places in England
- Wendover Woods, Buckinghamshire
- Southend seafront
- The Cotswolds
- The Lake District
More about the author:
RJ Scott is the bestselling gay romance author of over ninety MM romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn't with family either reading or writing.
RJ also writes MF romance under the name Rozenn Scott.
The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn't like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.
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