Shayla Berrymore: Die If You Touch, Kartoniert / Broschiert

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He was hired to protect her. Now he'll kill to keep her. Aria Lennox is rich, reckless, and royally screwed. With a bounty on her head and betrayal closing in, her powerful father hires a new bodyguard-ex-military, emotionally unavailable, and built like sin. Ronan Kade isn't here to babysit. He's here to eliminate threats. Even if he's the biggest one. He moves into her mansion. Then her bedroom. He makes rules. Then breaks her with them. And when someone crosses the line? "You're safest when you're under me. Say it." But Aria isn't just a job. She's temptation. She's softness wrapped in thorns. And once Ronan tastes her, he doesn't want to protect her. He wants to own her. He's her only protection. She's his favorite sin. And someone inside the house wants her dead. Touch her and die? Ronan means it. There are some people who enter your life like shadows-silent, uninvited, inescapable. Mine came with a bulletproof vest and a jawline that could slice steel. "Miss Lennox, your new detail just arrived." I look up from my phone, tucked inside the leather seats of my father's armored car, and roll my eyes. "Another one?" I mutter, barely bothering to hide the disdain in my voice. "Did the last one tap out already?" The driver doesn't respond. Of course he doesn't. They never do. I glance out the tinted window as the new bodyguard approaches. He's tall-easily over six feet. Dressed in black from head to toe. Boots. Tactical pants. A combat shirt that clings to muscle in ways I'm trying not to notice. And then he opens the door. I don't look up right away. I don't have to. I've played this game before. Bodyguards are all the same: stiff, boring, rule-following soldiers who watch me like I'm a liability instead of a person. But then...