From laugh out loud to sobbing over your e-reader, bestselling author Jane Harvey-Berrick’s book duet takes you on a riotous journey behind the scenes of a billionaire hiding a BDSM secret as well as an obsession with orgies, and his luckless bodyguard at the heart of the story who has to help hide the truth.
Behind his stoic persona, former US Marine Justin Trainer also hides a wicked sense of humor as he watches the comings and goings and comings of his messed up boss.
On top of that, Trainer still has to balance trying to have a private life, working on his own love life, and also finding time to be a daddy to his daughter with an ex-wife who hates him.
It’s definitely not all black and white…
A duet with no cliff-hanger and HEA – sort of…
Guarding the Billionaire #1
He’s a fast-talking, hard-hitting guy who goes to work with a weapon in his holster. He’s also sexy, loyal and damn good at his job.
He’s Justin Trainer.
I work close protection. I’m the silent bodyguard at the back of the room. I’m the eyes watching you. I’m the ears listening to you. And I’m the dirty-mouthed grunt with the gun who’ll take a bullet for you.
I’m the man in black, guarding my billionaire boss.
GUARDING THE BILLIONAIRE 9 June
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Saving the Billionaire #2
The hilarious concluding episode of black comedy/drama/romcom/thriller GUARDING THE BILLIONAIRE.
He’s a fast-talking, hard-hitting guy who goes to work with a weapon in his holster. He’s also sexy, loyal and damn good at his job, even when he’s guarding a billionaire boss with too many secrets.
He’s Justin Trainer.
You won’t notice me and you won’t hear me, but I’m always there, watching, listening and waiting. I’m armed and dangerous because I’m the bodyguard, and I’m the guy who’ll take a bullet for you.
I’m the man in black, saving my billionaire boss from blackmailers and computer hackers—but mostly from himself.
SAVING THE BILLIONAIRE 19 June
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EXCERPT: The bodyguard and the boy band
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There’s a certain technique to handling a naked girl—and I mean that in a strictly professional way.This one looks about sixteen and she wasn’t expecting to see me. Probably because she’s hiding in the closet of Russell Vassal, lead singer of chart-topping boyband Rock Boys.
You’ve never heard of them? Yeah, well, count yourself lucky. I hadn’t heard of them either until I joined their world tour a month ago.
I grab a quilt off the bed, bundle her up and hand her off to a female security officer, hoping that when the kid sees her idols aren’t as squeaky clean as she thought, she’s not traumatized.
But at least she won’t lose her virginity tonight, because it’s my guess that’s what she’s offering. Jeez, she looks so young.
The blond kid, the drummer, is snorting coke off a pair of tits belonging to a red-haired groupie when my phone rings.
I see my wife’s name and my sphincter tightens. Against my better judgement, I answer.
“I’m working, Carla.”
“I want a divorce.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
These days, it’s what passes for a conversation with my wife of eleven years.
She takes a deep breath and I can hear the venom in her voice.
“And I’m going for full custody of Lilly. It’s not like you ever see her anyway.”
The call drops and just like that, my evening is officially fucked.
Then the drummer, Derrick, comes in his pants while motorboarding Colombian marching powder.
Sighing, I signal one of the other bodyguards to take him to the bathroom and clean him up, or at least get the evidence out of sight. I’ve already confiscated every cell phone in the room, but I can’t afford to be too careful. There’s money in celebs making asses of themselves, and the person who has the evidence is gonna make some serious moolah.
I’m paid the big bucks to stop that from happening.
Milton, a heavyweight dude covered with tattoos and a scar down one cheek, throws me an annoyed look as he walks toward me, but he doesn’t argue. Instead, he grabs the kid by his collar and manhandles him out of the room.
The groupie stares at me with huge brown eyes, the pupils shrunk to pinpoints. She strokes her tits and offers them up to me, her head cocked on one side.
What, no hello?
I’m not tempted in the slightest. Sloppy seconds from a groupie who’s serviced every guy on the tour bus including Jerome the geriatric driver? No thanks.
Besides, I wasn’t lying to Carla—this is my work. Currently, I’m on tour with the hottest boy band on the planet. At least, that’s what their marketing whizz kid tells me. All I know is that each day I have to listen to their crappy pop music that makes my ears bleed, and each night I have to watch them partying it up with groupies, hookers, and assorted suppliers—meaning dealers.
Their big hit is Strolling with Rocks. No, I’m not making that up.
I’m strolling with rocks
My life full of knocks
Gonna stick that shit
In a damn big box.
Teenagers love it because it’s deep.
The world is doomed.
Writing is my passion and my obsession. I write every day and I love it. My head is full of stories and characters. I’ll never keep up with all my ideas!
I live in a small village by the ocean and walk my little dog, Pip, every day. It’s on those beach-side walks that I have all my best ideas.
Writing has become a way of life – and one that I love to share.
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