Grayson Cole has always been treated like he wasn't worthy. An orphan that his uncle raised in a small town mechanic shop. His best friend Danny Harris took him in. The two of them were inseparable. Danny, the golden boy of the town with the bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks. His …
Major Dylan Sarich is the only brother that is not only still enlisted in the military but also the only single brother. All of his brothers have found their forever. Dylan is married to his job and the elite Delta Force. That is in jeopardy after his last secret mission that ended horrifically with Dylan waking up in a military hospital in Germany. Dylan barely survived that last mission. Now, he's home with his mother to heal for a few months before he returns to Ft. Bragg. He needs the swelling in his brain to go down, his broken ankle to heal, and to come to terms with his PTSD. He also needs to keep his meddling mother at bay. She wants to marry off her last single boy to her lovely neighbor--Dr. Kinsley Maron.
Looking almost smug, she sat. “I’m not sitting because you told me to. I’m doing it because I’m hungry and I want to.” Right. I didn’t say shit. “I saw that. I saw that smirk on your face.” She took a bite. She didn’t see shit. “You’ll see what I want you to see.” “Oh.” She laughed through the word. “Okay, sure, Mr. I’m-A-Tank, I can control everything. Well, guess what? You can’t control me.” I abruptly stood and kicked the stool out behind me. Before she even had a chance to blink, I’d grabbed her around the waist and lifted her skinny ass to the counter. Stepping between her legs, I took two handfuls of her thick hair I couldn’t keep my hands out of and crashed my mouth over hers. She didn’t gasp. She didn’t push me away. She didn’t even hesitate.
Not what the hell I thought I’d be doing with my life. Especially not for a spoiled Hollywood actress on location in Miami Beach. But triple pay and carrying a gun had its advantages. I’d shove away paparazzi and screaming fans for a lot less. The Marines trained me to be Force Recon—intimidation and crowd control was child’s play compared to four tours. This assignment should’ve been easy money. But the doe-eyed starlet with the perfect ass dragged me down her rabbit hole. Living for the spotlight, she leaked the perfect scandal. I warned her making headlines wasn’t in my job description, but she kept smiling for the cameras. Now she was going to find out just how scandalous a bodyguard could be.