Elite Protection Services Deluxe Paperback Bundle with Slipcase

This bundle contains the complete Elite Protection Services series.

Intoxicating • Captivating • Exasperating • Infuriating

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When duty and desire collide, love becomes the ultimate protection.

WHAT READERS HAVE SAID

★★★★★ GAWd I love this author. Her writing is just .. 👌🏼👌🏼 idk what it is but I cannot not finish her books. Once again I devoured another MM by Ms. James.

★★★★★ Every novel I read by this author is superb. I get all tangled up emotionally with the characters. There is always something familiar and very human about them. And the fact that they are in a series makes it very comfortable.

★★★★★ I gotta say. I’m ruined now. I’ll never be able to go back to “fluff” romance! Maybe that means I’m just a little twisted.

EXCERPT

Wyatt glanced over his shoulder. “Hey, Graciela. Did you hire a stripper?”

“Aye, yes. Send him in he’s late,” she yelled over the noise, before waving a dismissive hand. “No, you stupid boy. Your father sent you another babysitter. I hope this one is smarter than the last.”

The man’s lips twitched as if attempting to hold back a smile and Wyatt tried to ignore the fluttering in his belly. Could his father really be so cruel as to send the most beautiful man Wyatt had ever seen to guard his body for the next six months? The answer was yes. What a fucking bastard. What the hell was he supposed to do with this guy? 

“You could start by letting me in.”

Jesus, had he said that out loud? “Uh, come on in, I guess.”

The man frowned at him until Wyatt realized he was blocking his path. He took a hasty step backward, trying to recover his equilibrium. Pull it together, asshole. He’s just another warden. “So you’re my dad’s latest super soldier, huh? Graciela’s right. The last guy was a moron. Hope you’re a lot smarter, GI Joe.”

“It’s Lincoln, but you can call me Linc.”

Wyatt wanted to call him a lot of things, but he needed to shut this shit down. “I’m not going to call you anything. In fact, I’m going to pretend you don’t exist. You should do the same. Stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours and we’ll just do our best to get through this next six months? Cool?”

The man—Linc—snorted, before closing what little distance there was between them, forcing Wyatt to take a step back or have his nose buried in the taller man’s chest. Even with distance Wyatt could smell the man, could feel the heat of his body and that was very much not okay because he smelled like an old-school manly cologne like Old Spice and Wyatt liked it way too much for a guy wearing only skin tight boxer briefs. 

If Linc noticed Wyatt’s predicament he didn‘t say so. He leaned close, his voice a low growl. “Listen, kid. I don’t know how things worked with your last babysitters and I don’t really give a shit. Pay attention. When I speak, you’ll acknowledge me and when I tell you to do something you will do it because I don’t just run my mouth for no reason. I can smell the liquor on your breath and that stops right now. If you’re doing drugs, that stops now too. You’ll get up at a reasonable hour every day, put on some fucking clothes and eat something healthy because you look like you’re wasting away. You’ll do something productive with your time and lights out will be midnight and not a minute after. Do I make myself clear?”