
After writing several science fiction stories, my muse and I decided to try our hand at a contemporary romance novel with a twist. So, we mixed romance with action. The result was The Secretary's Bodyguard, starring Ethan Mahoney, the bodyguard of the Secretary of State, and his lovely wife, Jazmin. During an official visit to Colombia, the team is attacked and chased out of town and must find its way back from the jungle on foot. The team comes together better than expected, thanks to the bodyguards’ excellent leadership and Jazmin’s toughness and her preparedness for a survival tour.
My muse and I didn't initially intend to write a sequel, but the characters grew on us as I wrote, and seven more stories followed in the years that followed. We loved the main characters, as well as the ones on the team. For instance, we had planned to kill off the secretary’s assistant during the escape but decided against it. It was a wise decision—in the sequels, the same assistant plays an important role and becomes a valuable asset.
Yes, we had fun with all the stories, characters, and twists that practically wrote themselves. LOL.
Enjoy!
Description
Ethan Mahoney loves his wife dearly and arranges for her to accompany him on
his assignment as bodyguard of the Secretary of State to Colombia. The journey
ends in a fiasco that leaves the secretary and his entourage stranded in the
Colombian woods with terrorists on their heels, not knowing if they will
survive and find their way back to civilization.
Excerpt
“You would’ve slapped him?” His voice tipped over with the last word. Ethan
tried to imagine his wife hitting Walter Coleman, the incarnation of a strict,
very conservative and always serious chief of security. It was funny.
Reconsidering that she had brought down Ryan, the image lost some of its
entertainment value. He frowned as he watched her very nice butt on a westbound
trail that only she saw. There was that little idea in the back of his head he
better ignored.
“He insinuated that I might be in a setup with the terrorists following us.
It’s completely stupid, I know, but that’s the way he thinks.” She stopped on
the way up and turned to where Ethan reached her. Her frown was deep and she
looked tired. “He does his job and he was right to remind you to do yours.
We’re not here because of some weekend trip gone wonky. You have to work and
probably risk your life saving the secretary.”
He put his hands on her hips. “Princess, can you imagine that I put his life
over yours? It’s not gonna happen. I’m very proud that you’re so brave. So
tough. It might come out all wrong, but it’s not. I didn’t expect you to be
like this. Not even with the police training and all.”
“I panic on the inside, Ethan.” She caressed his stubbly cheek and ran her
thumb over the cleft in his chin. He saw her fight off emotions that would lead
to tears. “I’m so afraid you’ll get hurt. And that those men catch up to us and
kill us all in cold blood. I can’t stand the thought that you’ll throw yourself
in the line of fire and that those bastards finally end what they began.” She
combed his hair with her fingers. “I can’t think of a life without you.”
“I’ll work hard so no one gets killed. Would that be okay?”
She trembled as he took her in his arms. “They’re still coming after us and
they’ve got the larger firepower, don’t they? Please, Ethan, tell me that we
stand a chance.”
He let go and smiled at her. “Well, we got you with us. And if I got the
secretary right, he’ll hire you as recruitment. Wait an hour and he’ll order
Walter to hand you a gun.”
She turned and walked on. “I can fire a gun. I was a police officer.”
Ethan, his eyes already back on her derrière, opened his mouth for a reply,
rethought the argument, and kept silent until she turned with a frown.
“Do you doubt I can shoot?”
Again, Ethan knew he was in trouble, no matter how he answered the question.
“Walter…won’t hand a weapon to anyone he hasn’t personally trained. He’s…nuts
when it comes to weapons and shooting. He wouldn’t let you touch—”
“He’d reject my help even if Ryan can’t shoot anymore?”
Ethan heard the outrage in her voice and called himself stupid to have brought
up the subject. His mind juggled the possible ways to end the discussion. “Ryan’s
fine, even with his left hand. I saw him train.”
“But, honestly, if those bastards come up to us, we stand a better chance to
fight if I’m with you.”
“You’re right.” He didn’t know what else to say. Yet her argument would fall on
the deaf ears of Walter Coleman. Ethan marched on, pondering how to avoid the
unnecessary confrontation between his strong wife and the even stronger chief
of security.
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