Thursday 28 October 2021

Cover Reveal - The Bombshell and the Bodyguard by Tru Taylor

Title: The Bombshell and the Bodyguard
Series: Eastport Bay Billionaires #5
Author: Tru Taylor
Genre: Small Town Romantic Comedy
Cover Design: Emily Cover Designs
Release Date: November 16, 2021


Meet the Bombshell…

I’ve kissed a lot of frogs. Not proud of it, and it’s earned me some unflattering tabloid headlines… Jade Leaves Another One Jaded. But hey, at least I’ve gotten a string of hit songs out of the experience. And I’ve learned a lot from my highly public and lightning-fast relationships—namely what I don’t want in a man.

So when my older brother’s bad-boy best friend Wilder Lowe strolls back into my life, looking even more handsome, more dangerous, and less interested than ever, I don’t give him a second glance.

Problem is, this time I can’t just walk away—my billion-dollar pop-career has attracted its share of stalkers—the latest is the scariest one yet—and Wilder is my new bodyguard.

Meet the Bodyguard…

I’m not in the habit of turning down billionaires as potential clients. I didn’t build my own immensely successful security business by being stupid.

But when my best friend asks me to act as a bodyguard for his much younger and very-much-forbidden little sister—you better believe I plan to turn down the detail. As a former Navy combat diver, a Frogman, I know a nuclear depth bomb when I see one.

But then there’s a call in the middle of the night, and when I hear that frightened, all-too-familiar voice, the plea from the one girl I could never say no to, I’m lost. I’ll do anything and everything it takes to keep her safe.

Even if that means whisking her away to my own private island.

The Bombshell and the Bodyguard is a hot small-town rom com take on The Frog Prince fairytale. It’s a standalone secret crush/best friend’s little sister/celebrity/bodyguard forbidden love story filled with heart, heat, and billionaire romance fun!


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My brother made a plate and came to sit beside me at the table. “I asked my buddy to stop by your house this morning and check things out. He’ll be here in a little while to meet with us.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” I scolded gently. “I’m a big girl now, Hap. I can deal with my own security issues. I was planning to call my company today and have them post an additional guard.”
“Uh-uh. You’re firing that company,” he said bluntly. “They failed. This guy’s the best in the business. And he’s a personal friend. I’d trust him with my life—and with yours. Anyway, he’s already on his way over.”
Oh no.
I worked hard to keep from gritting my teeth, though my nails bit into the flesh of my clenched palms. “Who is it?”
Please don’t let it be him. Don’t say Wilder.
“Wilder Lowe. Remember him?”
As if I could forget. Of course that was who Hap would call. Wilder ran an elite security firm based here in Eastport Bay.
More importantly, he’d been Hap’s closest friend since middle school, the first person to befriend him when his sitcom had been canceled and our family had moved from Los Angeles to Eastport Bay.
Hap had always said Wilder was the most loyal person he’d ever met. They’d maintained their friendship during the years Wilder played college football and later when he’d served as a Navy SEAL.
“I don’t think you’ve seen him since you left to go work on that Disney Channel show,” Hap said. “He used to come over to the house all the time—big guy, football player?”
Swallowing a lump in my throat, I nodded tightly. “I remember. Actually I saw him last year—at Sullivan Reece’s wedding reception. He was in charge of security. We didn’t talk much.”
Understatement of the year.
I’d invited Wilder out for a drink to catch up, and he’d shut me down cold, claiming his duties with the star-studded wedding would keep him busy the entire night and into the next morning right up until I was scheduled to fly out again.
Of course I’d recognized the excuse for what it was—Wilder Lowe had no more interest in the grown-up version of me than he’d had in the shy, awkward sixteen-year-old I’d been back when I’d carried an adolescent torch for him so bright he’d probably needed sunglasses whenever I was around.
Even now the memory of our brief exchange at the wedding reception caused my face to heat and my stomach to sink.
I can’t believe I asked him out.
“Oh yeah, I forgot you flew in for that. Such a celebrity... jetting in and out in a day,” Hap teased. “We little people barely got a glimpse of you.”
I didn’t laugh. I was concentrating too hard on keeping down the breakfast I’d just eaten. My stomach was a mass of raw nerves.
Wilder was on his way over.
Maybe it wasn’t too late. Maybe I could tell Hap to call it off. Maybe—
The doorbell rang. Hap set down his fork and left the table, walking swiftly toward the front door. He turned back to shoot a glance over his shoulder.
“That’ll be him. You finished?”
Though my plate was still half-full, I nodded and stood. I’d always had a nervous stomach and couldn’t eat another bite now to save my life.
I deposited my plate in the sink, thanked Rachel for breakfast, then popped into the powder room to check my face before joining Hap in the foyer. I could just imagine greeting Wilder with a big ole blueberry stuck in my front teeth.
When I reached the foyer, Wilder had already come inside and was standing there with my brother, towering over him and making Hap’s six-foot height look insignificant by comparison.
Of course no one could compare to Wilder Lowe. No one had ever come close.
He’d been six-foot-five by the tenth grade with thick, dark hair and hazel eyes that had given eighth grade Jessica no end of song-writing inspiration.
Of course he’d been lankier back then, not nearly as filled-out and muscular as he was now, but to my mind, he’d been the most beautiful boy on earth.
And he’d been the best at everything—the best football player in our school and probably the entire state, a talented baseball player, a straight A student with a quick wit and even quicker smile.
It had gotten him out of more than a few incidences of “boyish mischief.” He’d been idolized by all the guys and desired by all the girls.
I had been no exception. But I’d resigned myself to simply orbiting his magnetic sphere—close but always on the periphery. I’d stood no chance against the other girls vying for his attention, all of them prettier, older—and bolder.
As he’d spent so much time at our house with Hap, I’d made several futile attempts to capture his attention. Once I thought I might actually have succeeded in making him see me as something other than his best friend’s annoying little sister, but that transcendent moment had been long ago and hadn’t lasted nearly as long as I’d wanted it to.
And it had been tarnished by the utter humiliation that had followed.



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Award-winning romance author Tru Taylor writes romantic comedies to make you swoon, smile, and snort with laughter.

She runs on Coke Zero and dark chocolate, lives for lunches with her girlfriends, and drives to the town beach several times a week to watch the sun set over the water.

She loves LOVE and will attempt to turn any show or movie she’s watching into a romance whether it is one or not. Star Wars? A romance. Lord of the Rings? Clearly a romance. The Expendables? Okay, well not even Tru can redeem that one.

When she’s not writing, Tru enjoys watching movies and reading books with happy endings, spending time with her husband and two kids, and sneaking Hershey’s Kisses from the top shelf of the freezer throughout the day. (Top shelf because… two kids. Enough said.)

Tru is the author of the Eastport Bay small town rom com series and loves living in a small New England town where she’s surrounded every day by the beautiful coastal setting you see brought to life in her books.


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