Roping My Bodyguard

?????? A death threat. A fake boyfriend. And roping lessons that are definitely against the rules…

PRESLEY:
Someone’s threatening me, and my overprotective father hired the most inconvenient solution possible—Rhodes Foster. Six-foot-three of solid muscle, sarcasm, and enough cowboy swagger to make my knees weak. The problem? I run a pageant coaching business. Clients will panic if they know I need protection. Rhodes’s solution? Pretend we’re dating. Now he’s living in my guest room, charming pageant moms at tea parties, and teaching me to rope for my star student’s Teen Star Texas talent. Every lesson means his body pressed behind mine, his hands on my hips, his mouth at my ear. I’m supposed to be in control. Poised. Perfect. But around Rhodes? I’m coming undone.

RHODES: I’ve protected senators and CEOs. None of them made my heart slam against my ribs like Presley Danforth in her designer heels and that killer smile. She thinks the fake relationship is just cover. That the touches are for show. That when I kiss her, it’s only to sell the story. She’s wrong. Every time she looks up at me during roping lessons—flushed, frustrated, beautiful—I want to back her against the barn wall and prove exactly how real this is. Someone wants to hurt her. They’ll go through me first. And when this case is over? I’m keeping her. This cowboy’s done pretending.