Tyson by Lucky Moon

He’s the lethally disciplined Heavy Kings’ VP.

I’m the bratty tattoo artist he’s sworn to guard.

Eight weeks. One locked-down shop. Zero chance we stay “professional.”

Tyson Monroe is my new live-in bodyguard, a walking fortress of a man whose stern demeanor begs me to push his buttons. I love to watch his control crack, love to see him glare at me with those ‘don’t test me’ eyes.

But when I do test him, his discipline is swift, strict, and unforgettable.

Then come the kisses. Then the touches.

Then . . . so much more.

There’s just one problem. His club president, the man who could end Tyson’s career, has made it clear I’m off-limits.

We should stop. Never touch each other again.

But it’s not an option. Each kiss brands deeper than the ink, each touch claims me as him. It paints a deadly bull’s-eye on me—and on the Kings’ wedding of the year.

And when a face from the past threatens everything I hold dear, I have to hold on to Tyson and pray that we make it.