Protecting the virgin pop princess was supposed to be a job. Not a fake relationship that wrecks every rule I live by.

Isla’s chaos in heels. A superstar who thinks danger is a PR stunt.

And she’s off-limits. My client. My cover story. My fake girlfriend.

From day one, she drives me insane. Sneaking lattes in downtown LA. Rolling her eyes at my cowboy hat. Laughing when I bark orders.

But then I’m pinning her to the wall as rigging crashes down. Dragging her into a panic room while threats hiss through the intercom. Holding her when she shakes after
someone ransacks her bedroom.

She’s sunshine I don’t deserve. She’s innocence, I swore I’d never touch.

Yet every look, every accidental brush of skin, every touch we fake for the cameras feels more real than anything I’ve known.

I can protect her from the stalker hunting her from the shadows.

But what happens when the real danger is me falling for her and going too damn far?