Never Say Yes To Your Bodyguard by Lindsey Hart

He’s grumpy. She’s glitter. And there’s only one bed (and one very judgmental cat).

My life? Chaos, glitter, and cat fur.
His? Rules, shadows, and muscle so intense it should be illegal.
We’re total opposites.
Like “hug everyone” versus “might scowl you to death” opposites.

When my internet-famous cat gets catnapped, Thorn Stone shows up.
Scowling. Bossing. Judging.
And refusing to leave.
He calls me unprofessional.
I call him a tactical potato.
He says I need protection.
I say, “Hard pass.”

Now he’s my bodyguard—uninvited and insufferable—guarding me and my cat like it’s a military mission.
All grumpy. Growly. And… hot.
And unfortunately, very good at getting under my skin too.
He says it’s just a job.
I say he’s about to lose more than his temper.
Like maybe his bulletproof heart.
And I said I’d never fall for someone like him.
But looks like my heart didn’t get that memo.