Honestly, I didn’t write the first book, The Secretary’s Bodyguard, with the intention to lead on as a series. It just happened. Book four was recently published while I’m working on book eight. My intention was, though, to show a happy married couple who manage to keep their love intact while facing dangers and other catastrophes. Here’s a look at book one.
Ethan took the elevator to the fourth floor and opened the door to the little suite he had booked. He wasn’t sure if Jazmin had already returned.
“Ethan?” Jazmin looked around the corner of the bathroom, hair in a kind of bun that fell haphazardly over her shoulder, dressed in nothing but a large white towel. “I didn’t expect you so early.”
Ethan breathed deeply, happy to have her with him. “I…got the evening off, don’t ask why.” He’d opened the jacket to take it off when he realized that the wound in his right upper arm actually hurt. He hissed and made a face.
“Something wrong?” She came closer, skin glistening wet. Ethan wanted to wipe away her worried frown. “What happened?”
He stooped to kiss her. “It’s nothing. Just a scratch.”
She helped him out of his jacket and shirt. The sleeves were bloody.
Jazmin winced. “You were shot! Oh, my god!” She took his face in both hands. “Captain, this isn’t nothing. Come, sit down on the bed. Let me have a look at it.”
“Jaz, it’s all right. The medic already stitched me up. Nothing—”
“If you say nothing to worry about one more time, I’ll give you something to worry about.”
Ethan smiled. “Okay, do what you have to do.” She directed him to the bed and he lay down slowly. He was exhausted suddenly, and Jazmin’s warm hands were consoling. He melted on the warm covers and his eyes closed all by themselves.