{"product_id":"9780553574258","title":"The Bride's Bodyguard","description":"\u003cp\u003eWith his striking good looks, Ross Trevenan was one of the most attractive men Tessa Lorimer had ever seen.  But five minutes in his company convinced her he was the most arrogant, infuriating man alive.  That's why it was such a shock to discover Trevenan's true purpose: hired to escort her out of Paris and back to England, he had sworn that he'd do anything to keep her safe—even if he had to marry her to do it.  Now, finding herself a bride to a devastatingly attractive bodyguard seems more hazardous than any other situation she could possibly encounter.  \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eYet Tessa doesn't know that she holds the key to a mystery that Trevenan would sell his soul to solve...and that a vicious murderer will kill to keep.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe should stop him, she knew she should stop him, but she felt as weak as a kitten.  She said something—a protest? a plea?—and his mouth was on hers again, and everything Tessa knew about men and their passions was reduced to ashes in the scorching heat of that embrace.  Her limbs were shaking, wild tremors shook her body, her blood seemed to ignite.  She was clinging to him for support, kissing him back, allowing those bold hands of his to wander at will from her breast to her thigh, taking liberties she knew no decent girl should permit, not even a French girl.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen he left her mouth to kiss her ears, her eyebrows, her cheeks, she got out a shaken whisper, \"I never knew it could be like this.  You make me feel things\u003cbr\u003eI never knew existed, sensations I've never experienced before.  You seem so different tonight.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd he did.  His body was harder, his shoulders seemed broader, and she hadn't known he was so tall.  As for his fragrance—\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThen she knew, she knew, and she opened her eyes wide, trying to see his face.  It was too dark, but she didn't need a light to know whose arms she was in.  He didn't wear cologne as Paul did.  He smelled of fresh air and soap and freshly starched linen.  Outrage rooted her to the spot, but only for a moment longer.\u003cbr\u003eThose clever hands of his had slipped and were beginning to massage her bottom.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Trevenan!\" she gasped, and fairly leaped out of his arms.  He made no move to stop her, but said in a laconic tone that grated on her ears, \"What a pity.  And just when things were beginning to turn interesting.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe was so overcome with rage she could hardly find her voice, and when she did find it, it was high-pitched and unnatural.  \"Interesting? What you did to me was not interesting.  It was depraved.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAs he advanced she retreated.  Though she felt a leap of alarm, she was too proud to run away.  When he halted beside the stone steps, so did she, but she was careful to preserve some space between them.  The lights on the terrace had yet to be extinguished, and she had a clear view of his expression.  He could hardly keep a straight face.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Depraved?\" he said.  \"That's not the impression you gave me.  I could have sworn you were enjoying yourself.  'I never knew it could be like this,'\" he mimicked.  \"'You make me feel things I never knew existed.'\" He began to laugh.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"I thought you were Paul,\" she shouted.  \"How dare you impose yourself on me in that hateful way.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe arched one brow.  \"My dear Miss Lorimer, as I recall, you were the one who imposed yourself on me.  I was merely enjoying a quiet smoke when you barged into the gazebo and cornered me.  I didn't kiss you.  You kissed me.\" His white teeth gleamed.  \"Might I give you a word of advice? You're too bold by half.  A\u003cbr\u003eman likes to be the hunter.  Try, if you can, to give the impression that he has cornered you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe thought that this depraved rake—and he had to be a rake if his kisses were anything to go by—had the gall to give her advice made her temper burn even hotter.  She had to unclench her teeth to get the words out.  \"There is no excuse for your conduct.  You knew I thought you were Paul.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Come now, Miss Lorimer.  That trick is as old as Eve.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnger made her forget her fear, and she took a quick step toward him.  \"Do you think I'd want your kisses? You're nothing but my grandfather's lackey.  You're a secretary, an employee.  If I were to tell him what happened here tonight\"—she pointed to the gazebo—\"he would dismiss you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Tell him, by all means.  He won't think less of me for acting like any red-blooded male.  It's your conduct that will be a disappointment to him.\" His voice took on a hard edge.  \"By God, if I had the schooling of you, you'd learn to obey me.\"\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Random House Publishing Group","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47015196590320,"sku":"9780553574258","price":6.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/9780553574258_p0.jpg?v=1763718180","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/9780553574258","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}