Sex Scenes: Yes.
Series: Yes, Stage Dive #4.6
From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kylie Scott comes a new story in her Stage Dive series…
When a stalker gets too close to plus-size model Mae Cooper, it’s time to hire some muscle.
Enter former military man turned executive protection officer Ziggy Thayer. Having spent years guarding billionaires, royalty, and rock n roll greats, he’s seen it all. From lavish parties through to every kind of excess.
There’s no reason some Instagram stylista should throw him off his game. Even if she does have the most dangerous curves he’s ever seen...
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Mae and Ziggy's story was filled with excitement and action, and a lot of sexual tension!
Mae is used to living her life not bothered so much by the press and is not used to having someone so close to her and in her private space.
But Ziggy doesn't understand about distance, his job is to keep Mae safe, and make sure to keep that body she used for work without a scratch.
Even though her body is the sexiest thing he has ever seen and keeping his distance will prove to be impossible.
The client and the bodyguard, a well used concept, but it just works so fine in this story. She is not some brat that needs to be kept safe, she is aware of the danger and does everything in her power to help Ziggy do his job.
Ziggy realized she is not what he expected and this whole ordeal just turned into one of his hardest missions. Keeping his eyes on the job at hand is proven to be harder than the job itself and he is not sure he can stay away for long.
Sexy characters make fr an even sexier story. A fun ans fast read!
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“Your keys and security alarm code please, miss?” he asked, hand held out waiting. It might have just been me, but we seemed to be standing awfully close together. It almost seemed weirdly intimate. Almost. No, my bad. Ziggy wore his usual professional façade with nary a hint of emotion on display. His gaze was shuttered, his bearing military rigid. It was definitely just me and my overactive imagination. Being vaguely attracted to your bodyguard was kind of a pain in the ass. Not that I couldn’t use the distraction right now. Ziggy continued to stand there patiently waiting. “Keys. Right.” I rummaged inside my Balenciaga City bag. Designer goodies were not only a weakness of mine, but a happy perk of being in the industry and achieving some small fame. “Ah, just a minute. They’re in here somewhere.” I pushed aside my purse, a cashmere shawl, tampons, a candy bar, some loose change, my small Chanel cosmetics case, a power bank, hair ties, pepper spray, a copy of the latest Sarah MacLean book, mints, a spare charging cable for my cell phone, the cell phone itself, Chapstick, Prada sunglasses case, my grandma’s rosary, dental floss, deodorant, a couple of pens, Kleenex, ear buds, water bottle, a USB stick, reusable straw, condoms, nail file, some old receipts, a travel size umbrella, hand sanitizer, lotion, a pair of pearl earrings, tweezers, Advil, a hair band, and some bobby pins. “Sorry about this,” I murmured. “I know I put them in here when we left.” He said nothing. A whole lot of nothing. “Huh.” With a great sense of victory, I held up a bottle of nail polish. “I thought I’d lost this.” One of his dark brows crept upwards. “I’ll have you know this color was limited edition. Little Death at Midnight by Oxley. You can’t buy it anymore.” His lips did not move, but that damn eyebrow arched even higher as he leaned forward a little and took in the contents of my bag. I swear his eyes widened. “Don’t you judge me. All of these things are necessary for my ongoing existence.” “Of course they are, miss.” The man was so judging me. Bastard. “You carry a koozie around with you, I see.” “It pays to be ready to party, Mr. Thayer.”
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