South Beach Bodyguards #3
by Erin McCarthy
I love women, especially naked, beautiful women. As a bodyguard at the hottest shows in Miami, I’ve scored my fair share.
But there is only one woman I truly want… Miranda.
My brother’s ex.
My brother who faked his own death to escape drug debts and left Miranda grieving and in the dark.
Now Miranda is back in Miami, stepping down as a pop star’s body double, and looking to make a baby. With me.
A better man would say no. But I never claimed to be a saint, only better than my brother.
Sex makes you stupid. Wanting sex makes you a downright moron.
He kissed like it was art and I was his canvas.
What most people are is somewhere in between saint and Satan. They are shades of gray.
It was true, guys know where they land on the scale of peewee to porn star and I knew I was packing a decent weapon.
This is Miami and I oversee the rich and famous. Everyone is crazy. Though I had one guy in particular who was about eighty years old and spent all day walking around his house completely naked. There was something both horrifying and awesome about that.