Her Bodyguard
Raunchy Royals #2
Sabrina Paige
Edited by
Daryl Banner
Contents
Synopsis
Book Playlist
1. Author's Note
2. Alexandra
3. Max
4. Alexandra
5. Max
6. Alexandra
7. Max
8. Alexandra
9. Max
10. Alexandra
11. Max
12. Alexandra
13. Max
14. Alexandra
15. Max
16. Alexandra
17. Max
18. Alexandra
19. Max
20. Alexandra
21. Max
22. Alexandra
23. Max
24. Alexandra
25. Max
26. Alexandra
27. Max
28. Alexandra
29. Max
30. Alexandra
31. Max
32. Alexandra
33. Max
34. Alexandra
35. Alexandra
36. Max
37. Alexandra
38. Max
39. Alexandra
40. Alexandra
41. Max
42. Alexandra
43. Max
44. Alexandra
45. Max
46. Max
47. Alexandra
48. Max
49. Max
50. Alexandra
51. Epilogue
52. Prince Albert
53. Prince Albert Dedication
54. Belle
55. Belle
56. Albie
57. Belle
58. Albie
59. Belle
60. Albie
61. Belle
62. Albie
63. Belle
64. Albie
65. Belle
66. Albie
67. Belle
68. Albie
69. Belle
70. Albie
71. Belle
72. Albie
73. Belle
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75. Belle
76. Albie
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79. Belle
80. Albie
81. Belle
82. Albie
83. Belle
84. Albie
85. Belle
86. Albie
87. Belle
88. Albie
89. Belle
90. Albie
91. Belle
92. Albie
93. Belle
94. Albie
95. Belle
96. Albie
97. Belle
98. Albie
99. Belle
100. Belle
101. Albie
102. Epilogue
103. Extra Epilogue
Also by Sabrina Paige
About the Author
Acknowledgments
Copyright © 2017 by Sabrina Paige
Photographer Sara Eirew: Sara Eirew Photographer
Cover Models: Mike Chabot & Marilou Genest
Cover Design Cormar Covers
Editor Daryl Banner
Proofreader Sue Banner
Formatting Vellum
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This book contains mature content, including graphic sex. Please do not continue reading if you are under the age of 18 or if this type of content is disturbing to you.
NOTE: All characters in the book are 18+ years of age and all sexual acts are consensual.
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Synopsis
Max
I protect royals – I don't screw them.
I definitely don't screw spoiled, rich, out-of-control brats like Princess Alexandra. She's a walking disaster, a whirlwind of public scandal and bad behavior.
She's smart-mouthed, argumentative, and doesn't do a damned thing I say.
And the idea of throwing her over my shoulder like a caveman makes my blood run hot.
She's the ultimate in forbidden – bodyguards don't touch princesses. I could lose everything.
But this is one princess I'll bring to her knees.
Alex
My bodyguard is a royal a**.
He's ridiculously arrogant, completely insufferable, and always plays by the rules.
B-o-r-i-n-g. I definitely don't do boring.
If there's one thing I can't stand, it's someone telling me what to do.
Yet the idea of him turning me over his knee makes me wet.
Princesses don't hook up with their bodyguards – it's the ultimate transgression.
And they definitely don't fall in love.
Book Playlist
Castle – Halsey
America's Sweetheart – Elle King
Gasoline – Halsey
Mad Hatter – Melanie Martinez
Dollhouse – Melanie Martinez
Ship to Wreck – Florence and the Machine
Bad Things – Meiko
Amerika – Young the Giant
Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) – Florence and the Machine
Dark Side – Phoebe Ryan
Leave the Lights On – Meiko
Unsteady – X Ambassadors
Stay – The Talbott Brothers
Fake It – Bastille
Habits (Stay High) – Tove Lo
Million Reasons – Lady Gaga
Shelter - Ray LaMontagne
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Author's Note
Her Bodyguard is a spin-off of Prince Albert, which hit #1 in the Amazon Kindle store in November 2015, thanks to my awesome fans! I got so many emails asking for a book about Princess Alexandra and her bodyguard Max that I finally decided to write one.
I hope you like it!
If you haven't read Prince Albert, I’ve included it at the end of this book.
Technically, the books are standalone. This book runs parallel to that one and it does contain spoilers. So if you haven’t read Prince Albert, or if it’s been a while, I’d recommend that one before Her Bodyguard.
I've also included an extra epilogue about Albie and Belle at the end of Prince Albert!
I’ll also be giving away an extra epilogue to the books that checks in with the characters and their families eight years later, just for signing up for my newsletter!
There are more details and a signup link in my newsletter information at the end of this book (in the “Also by Sabrina Paige” section).
If you already subscribe to my newsletter, check your email for a newsletter from me containing the epilogue sometime next week!
Her Bodyguard is the longest book I've written to date, at 103k words. Prince Albert is about 85k words. Her Bodyguard is going to end somewhere around 55% on your Kindle since I’ve included Prince Albert with it.
P.S. If you haven’t read my books before, they’re pretty filthy. You’ve been warned.
P.P.S. Scroll back a page if you want the book playlist.
Enjoy!
Sabrina
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Alexandra
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bsp; I drop to the ground with a thud, still clutching the rappelling rope, and glance over my shoulder behind me. A few meters away, my brother Albie (the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Protrovia) stands clapping his hands slowly and looking at me with an amused expression. He's flanked on either side by bodyguards wearing suits and sunglasses (the royal security uniform), neither of whom look remotely amused at all.
In fact, they look downright cranky, which is par for the course for the royal bodyguards. I've yet to have one assigned to my personal security who has any sense of humor at all. Albie's bodyguard, Noah, on the other hand, gets along with him quite pleasantly.
That difference may have something to do with the fact that I tend to evade my bodyguards by climbing out of my room.
"Seriously, Alex?" Albie asks. "I don't know why you continue to insist on rappelling down the palace wall from your bedroom. Royal security is obviously onto your tricks."
I unclip my carabiner and step out of my gear before turning to face the three of them. "Well, they are now, obviously," I agree. "But if you hadn't brought him here, I'm certain that my bodyguard would still be standing outside of my room staring at the wallpaper and not realizing I'd even gone. Just like the last time I did this, and the time before that."
"Your current bodyguard quit this morning," Albie informs me. "This is your new bodyguard."
"Again!?" I ask. "For royal security, they really quit a lot, don't they? Shouldn't they be more persistent?"
My brother raises his eyebrows. "Well, your bodyguards quit frequently. Noah has been my bodyguard for years."
"Don't rub it in," I tell him. Wait. Are you giving me Noah?"
I think I hear Albie's bodyguard snort, then he quickly straightens his face.
"Noah doesn't want to die early of a stress-induced coronary," Albie explains, "So he would never agree to being part of your personal security detail."
"On the other hand," I say, gesturing toward the new guy, "this man clearly has a death wish. Is that what you're saying?"
Albie chuckles. "Be nice. I owe that man – and you need him. Dad's already signed off on it."
"Oh, has he? He's done that from whatever country he's jetted off to with the Ice Queen?" I ask. Our father, the king of Protrovia, is dating again. Correction: he's in love. Okay, it's been several years since my mother's death, and it's not like I want my father to be miserable and alone, but still, it's an adjustment. It's not as if my father is a regular person jumping back into the dating pool. He's a king. And Sofia Kensington is an American woman; she's not even Protrovian! More importantly, she's a complete bitch and as unlike our mother as she could be. I can't fathom what my father sees in her.
"They'll be back tomorrow," Albie informs me.
"Yay," I say flatly, rolling my eyes. "Lucky us."
"Alex," Albie warns. "Maybe you should give her a chance."
"Thanks ever so much for the lecture, big brother."
Albie grins. "Maybe also try giving your new security a chance. Don't run this one off like all of your other bodyguards, Alex."
"I've not run off a single member of my security team," I say, feigning innocence. Technically, that's true; I haven't run off just one of them.
"You've run off all of them." Albie finishes the thought for me anyway.
The new bodyguard smirks. "Those other bodyguards weren't me," he scoffs, speaking more casually than a new bodyguard usually would in front of the royal family, which makes me wonder exactly how he knows my brother to speak with such familiarity. "I'm not going anywhere."
Albie laughs and shakes his head. "You don't know my sister. Now that you've said that, she's going to consider it her own personal mission to get you to quit."
The new guy is wearing mirrored sunglasses, yet I can feel the intensity of his gaze from behind the lenses. "Well, then," he says, "I'll consider it my own personal challenge to ensure she doesn't achieve that goal."
"Your funeral, mate," Albie says, turning to leave.
"I assure you that I always achieve what I put my mind to," I tell the new guy.
Albie clears his throat. "Well, my work here is done. We'll leave the two of you to get to know each other." He and Noah walk off, and I can hear Albie chuckling as he leaves.
I roll my eyes at my brother as I pause to survey the new bodyguard. I admit that I'm intrigued. What in the world could my brother possibly owe this man? "So. You're my new bodyguard."
"I am, princess," he replies stiffly. He stands perfectly still like a statue, looking forward with his hands balled into fists at his side, a habit he obviously picked up in the military – but not in the Protrovian military. His accent isn't Protrovian at all; I think he might be American. That makes the fact that he was hired to be my bodyguard even stranger, since the job is usually reserved only for Protrovian citizens.
My gaze lingers for a moment too long on the way his suit skims over his obviously fit body before settling on his face. "My last bodyguard, James –" James wasn't his actual name. My bodyguards turn over so frequently that I stopped learning their names a while ago. Now, I simply refer to all of them as James, whether they like it or not. "He lasted three days, I believe. The one before that made it a week. I think the record is two weeks."
"Let me assure you, princess," the new guy says, "you won't get rid of me as easily as one of your prior bodyguards."
I can't help but smile. "Ah, the unbridled optimism of a new employee," I say wistfully. "I do love a challenge, James."
He reaches for his sunglasses and removes them carefully, folding them slowly before looking up at me. When he does, my breath actually catches in my throat. He stares back at me with cool blue eyes, his gaze direct, not obsequious or deferential in any way. He looks at me like an equal – or maybe even like I'm beneath him. The corners of his lips turn up a twinge, ever-so-slightly, making him look smug and condescending. None of my prior bodyguards would have ever dared to look at me like that.
A thrill rushes through me – all the way to my toes – at the prospect of a challenge.
"Max Donnelly," he says. He doesn't look away for a moment, and I can't take my eyes off of him. He’s absolutely breathtaking. He has the kind of strong, chiseled jawline and bright eyes that make him seem like he’s from another generation – a gruff masculinity like a film star from the fifties.
“Excuse me?” I ask, less because I didn't hear what he said and more because I need to shake off the spell he seems to have me under.
“Max Donnelly,” he repeats. “Not James. Max.”
“We’ll see how long you last.” I spin around and add over my shoulder: “James.”
3
Max
Pushing through the mass of gyrating bodies, I clear a swath in the crowd with one hand, my other hand out and hovering in front of the princess as we make our way through the bar. Three of my security counterparts are with us, and we surround her on all sides forming a basic military squad. It's just like being a Marine, I think as I let out a laugh under my breath, except this job involves a spoiled rich girl and a bunch of drunk assholes in a bar.
I can't believe I let Prince Albert talk me into this protection gig of taking care of his sister. I hadn't seen the guy since Afghanistan, yet three weeks ago he showed up unannounced in my hometown. South Hollow, Kentucky hadn’t seen anything like it before. The prince tried to sneak into town under the radar — as if wearing jeans and a baseball cap was some kind of genius disguise. When you show up to a town of fifteen hundred people in Kentucky with two guys in suits, everyone assumes one of two things: either the Feds are coming to take their guns, or the tax man is coming to take their money. Either way, Prince Albert was lucky as hell his ass didn’t get shot.
He was there to offer me a job. Correction: he was there to guilt me into doing him another favor.
Because saving your life wasn’t enough of a favor? I’d asked him.
This one’s bigger, he’d told me.
I needed the job. I'd moved ba
ck to Kentucky after I got out of the Marines because I wanted to be closer to home to help out my parents. The only trouble was, I didn't count on the mine just outside of town getting shut down right after I returned. Losing the mine meant that South Hollow had lost its main source of jobs. That meant I was going to have to leave town to get work anyhow, and the nearest big town was two hours away.
Then Albie came knocking on my door, offering to pay me a crazy amount of money – more money than I could have ever dreamed of earning when I was a Marine – to move to his country and work for his family. I didn’t see how on God’s green earth going to Europe to babysit a princess was going to be a bigger favor than saving his damned life, especially when he was going to pay me handsomely for doing so. It seemed like a pretty sweet deal.
Three days into working for the princess, I understand it now.
Prince Albert is a solid guy. He's down to earth and has a good head on his shoulders. His sister, on the other hand … hell, she’s a walking disaster.
In the past three days since I’ve been here, I’ve done nothing except follow her ass into situation after un-princess-like situation. I’ve fended off a million paparazzi who have apparently gotten used to tailing the girl like a pack of wild dogs, hungry for any morsel of crazy fucking behavior she gives them.
And, trust me, there’s apparently no end to the drama that surrounds this woman. She's easy pickings for the tabloid reporters looking for front-page nonsense to satisfy their readers.
Princess Alexandra pauses in the middle of the crowd and reaches for my arm. “James,” she yells, and a surge of irritation rushes through me. James she calls me, like I’m her personal butler or her concierge. I don’t respond, instead looking ahead at the sea of bodies, people trying to touch the princess or yelling for autographs or even cursing at her.
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