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Release Blitz: The Soldier & The Bodyguard by RJ Scott

The Soldier & The Bodyguard | RJ Scott

Ellery Mountain #10

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Release Date: June 17th, 2022

Publisher: Love Lane Books

Cover Design: Meredith Russell

Length: 60,000 words

Universal Link: https://rjscott.co.uk/read-soldierbodyguard

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Blurb

Someone wants JC dead, and Adrian is the only thing standing in the way. Has war followed them home? Or is something more sinister at play?

JC struggles to understand his place in the world, and despite being wealthy beyond imagination, he’s never found real happiness outside of his friendship with Adrian. Enlisting in the army is his attempt at finding purpose, but tragedy strikes, and only the Ellery Veterans Center can help put back the pieces of his shattered life. With a bullet fragment in his brain and seemingly no chance of ever being the man he once was, he begins to lose hope.

Adrian didn’t hesitate to follow his best friend to war, but with their unit decimated in an ambush and JC bleeding into the dirt, Adrian buries his hopes for the future to keep the man he loves safe. Acting as JC’s bodyguard means he is secure for now, but threats from an unknown person escalate to attempted murder, and Adrian has no choice but to take JC and run. When the Sanctuary Foundation intervenes and takes them into their care, they might be safe, but revealed secrets could destroy everything.

Sometimes, even if love finds a way through tragedy, it can be impossible to imagine forever.

This book features characters from RJ’s action-adventure romantic suspense Sanctuary series, but you do not have to have read Sanctuary to enjoy this story. This best-friend-to-lover, hurt-comfort romance has bodyguards, threats, found family, and a guaranteed love-filled happily ever after.

This book was previously released to newsletter subscribers as a serial.

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Ellery Mountain Series

The Firefighter and the Cop – http://rjscott.co.uk/Read-FiremanCop

The Teacher and the Soldier – http://rjscott.co.uk/TeacherSoldier

The Carpenter and the Actor – http://rjscott.co.uk/Read-CarpenterActor

The Doctor and the Bad Boy – http://rjscott.co.uk/Read-doctorbadboy

The Paramedic and the Writer – http://rjscott.co.uk/Read-ParamedicWriter

The Barman and the SEAL – http://rjscott.co.uk/Read-BarmanSeal

The Agent and the Model – http://rjscott.co.uk/Read-AgentModel

The Sinner and the Saint – http://rjscott.co.uk/Read-SinnerSaint

The Gardener and the Marine – https://rjscott.co.uk/read-gardenermarine

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Excerpt

Every time I lied to him another small part of me died.

“At this time, given everything I have here, our recommendation remains one of therapy…”

I glanced over at JC’s grandmother, Georgina, who was sitting upright in her chair and showing no emotion. That was her upbringing, her station, her belief in what was right, but I’d seen her cry. Hell, I’d held her when she sobbed; so, I knew that the surface was calm, but under it all, there was indescribable grief. The three of us left the office—JC still holding my hand, leaning on me for support—and we made our way back to the car with careful and slow steps. The chauffeur opened the door for us, and as soon as we were inside, Georgina turned to me with determination.

“I found a place in Tennessee, rehab, horticultural therapy. There are stables nearby, no paparazzi, no one would know he was there. I want JC to go.”

My chest tightened. What would he do without me next to him? What would I do without caring for him and loving him the best way I could?

“To Tennessee?”

JC used my shoulder as a headrest and closed his eyes, mumbling something under his breath.

“They won’t come to us here,” she pursed her lips, “but I understand why. There’s affection at the center, warmth, love, and support.”

“Okay, if it’s the right place for him, then I’ll take him there,” I insisted. But I wouldn’t leave him. Hell, I was already making plans to rent close to wherever he was, just a small place where I could see him every day. I didn’t care if we were co-dependent because I knew him better than I knew myself, and I was staying.

“I don’t want you just to take him; I want you to go with him and stay. As his…” She waved a hand as if she expected me to fill in the words.

“Friend?” I suggested with caution.

“You’re his friend already. At this moment in time, he needs more than just a friend; he needs you to step up and keep him safe from the threats that circulate around this damn family.” She dipped her head, as if she couldn’t believe she’d cursed. “Away from his parents, and I need you to create a security team. I need you to be his bodyguard.”

“Okay.”

“To never leave his side.”

“I won’t ever leave his side.”

“To keep my grandson safe.”

“You have my word.”

She reached over and took my hand, glancing at JC, who had drifted into sleep. “I know you love him more than you let him know.” She couldn’t know how much I loved JC. Could she? Not even JC knew what I really felt.

“I don’t…” Words were hard, but her perception was legendary.

“You don’t need to lie to me. Love my grandson, wholly and completely, and keep him safe.” She laced her fingers with mine.

I nodded. “Always.”

About The Author

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RJ Scott, author of M/M romance.

Writing love stories with a happy ever after – cowboys, heroes, family, hockey, single dads, bodyguards

USA Today bestselling author RJ Scott has written over one hundred anf fifty romance books. Emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, single dads, hockey players, millionaires, princes, bodyguards, Navy SEALs, soldiers, doctors, paramedics, firefighters, cops, and the men who get mixed up in their lives, always with a happy ever after.

She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn’t with family either reading or writing. The last time she had a week’s break from writing, she didn’t like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a box of chocolates she couldn’t defeat.

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A highly satisfying return to the mountain

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My rating: 4 of 5 stars

While I received this as part of RJ weekly newsletter serial, I knew I wanted to wait until it was done to read it.

It’s one of the most dramatic narratives in the Ellery Mountain series and has a tie-in to her Sanctuary series too which brought an added bonus.

I loved both JC and Adrian and I felt the former’s brain trauma was handled in a way which made sense.

The suspense element was perhaps a tad out there but not unbelievable as money makes people do horrendous things.

It’s relatively low steam, which is understandable but very emotional and has all the feels.

I loved catching up with both the Ellery crew and the Sanctuary guys.

#ARC kindly received from the author in return for an honest and unbiased review.

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Audio Blitz: The Real Baxter by Lane Hayes & Narrated by Michael Ferraiuolo

The Real Baxter | Lane Hayes

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Narrated by: Michael Ferraiuolo

Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 10 hrs and 48 mins

Buy Link: Audible

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The silver-fox and the faux bodyguard…

Sebastian

Who’s the true hero behind the Hollywood heartthrob, crime-fighting, adventure-seeking international man of mystery? Me. I’m the real Baxter.

Well, I wear the suit and let the action play out onscreen. You want to know the secret of my success? Sell the story you want to tell. Even if you have to bend the truth a little.

Okay…a lot.

Trust me, no one will notice. Except Trent, who seems to notice everything. And for some reason, I like that. I like him. I’m just not sure what to do about it.

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Look, I’m not exactly killing it. I’m a typical struggling actor-slash-waiter, hoping for a break. And boom…in walks Sebastian Rourke. He’s a cutthroat, wickedly charming silver fox, a Hollywood legend in the making. No joke. You’ve got to sell a piece of your soul to get in this man’s orbit. Or fake a British accent, then take a job playing bodyguard to fool the press. As one does.

I know I should take advantage of the very strange situation I find myself in, but I’m not sure I’m cut out for it. However, I’m willing to take a chance, ’cause I want the real Seb.

Even though it might cost me everything.

The Real Baxter is a MM age-gap, bisexual romance featuring the man who has everything and the actor who’s willing to show him what’s real.

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Excerpt

“Home sweet home, eh?”

Seb gathered his suit coat and his takeout bag with a strained smile. “Something like that.”

“Hey, for what it’s worth, I didn’t mean to offend you earlier. Under different circumstances, I might go for a guy like you.”

His snort-laugh oozed sarcasm. “Wow, I’m flattered.”

I shrugged, aware that I should probably stop talking. Of course, I couldn’t do it. “You’re real. I get that. It’s just that…observationally speaking, real you and real me don’t mix. We got nothin’ in common.”

Seb unfastened his seat belt and whirled to face me. I couldn’t read him in the shadows. It would have been nice to know if he was amused or irked…or both. “Okay, first of all, ‘observationally speaking’ is a terrible way to begin any sentence and second—and most important, you know nothing about ‘real me.’ ”

I held my hands up in surrender. “You’re right. I had no idea you were the rich, old dude in the ‘Who’s your type?’ scenario.”

“I never said I was, but now that you think I am…you suddenly want to date me, eh?”

“Date you?” I scratched my temple as if mulling over the idea. “No way. But I’d totally do you.”

Seb froze with his hand on the door lever, threw his head back, and guffawed.

He literally had the best laugh I’d ever heard—contagious, hearty, and kind of wicked. It bounced merrily off the old car’s interior, making everything feel shiny and new. Including me. I couldn’t help smiling.

I tried to think of something clever and somewhat humorous to keep his attention for another minute or two, but I got sidetracked, staring at his stubbled jaw, full lips, and the deep crinkles at the corners of his eyes. For a half a beat, I wished he were someone else—less in demand, less wealthy, less connected.

Crazy, I know. This was why I didn’t go for sophisticated types. I didn’t stand a chance with a guy like Seb.

And on that dose of reality…I inclined my head with a meaningful grunt as he composed himself.

“You have no idea how tempting that sounds. Thanks for the ride. Thanks for tonight. It was…exactly what I needed.”

“Happy to be of service.”

He pulled at the handle—once, twice… “The door is stuck.”

“It does that sometimes. You just have to wiggle the handle.”

Seb tried again. “No, it’s definitely stuck.”

I unfastened my seat belt and leaned across him. Bad move. I breathed in the scent of his cologne and felt scorched by his body heat.

And of course, the door didn’t budge. I turned off the engine and held a finger up, signaling a bright idea on the horizon.

“Hang on. We’ll do this the old-fashioned way.” I hopped out of the car and used my key to manually unlock the passenger side door with a flourish. “Ta-da!”

He unfolded his long legs, somehow managing to look like an A-list celebrity sliding from the back seat of a limo at a red-carpet event. He slung his suit coat over the crook of his arm, grabbed his to-go bag, and stepped aside.

“Thank you.”

“I’m the one who should be thanking you. So, thanks for taking me to pick up my wheels, thanks for drinks and the burger, and thanks for not laughing at my impromptu Baxter audition.”

Seb grinned. “You’re welcome. It was…fun.”

I nodded, shoving my hands into my pockets awkwardly before angling my head toward the house. “You really rattle around in that place by yourself?”

“Yeah. My kids are here a lot. I have Oliver tomorrow and…” He squinted as if looking for something or someone in the dark. “I have friends.”

“You do?” I teased.

He made a funny face. “One or two. I think.”

We smiled as if sharing a joke. But the punchline was a silent acknowledgment of temporary camaraderie. We weren’t friends or coworkers. He probably wouldn’t remember my name next week.

However, right this very moment, we had a connection. Maybe it was akin to making friends with your seatmate on a long flight, but it was something.

I held on to it fiercely, marking the ticking seconds to the soundtrack of chirping crickets and the rustle of leaves in the late summer evening breeze. I studied the sharp planes of his cheekbones, softened by the laugh lines at the corners of his eyes. I noted the hint of gray in his close-shaven beard when he licked his bottom lip and—

Oh, fuck.

Yeah, time to go.

“I should, uh…” I hiked my thumb behind me, then rested my hand on the open door. I was about to close it when I spotted his milkshake. “Do you want your shake?”

“Um…” Seb switched the to-go bag to his left hand and stepped toward me. “I think it’s gone.”

I pulled it from the cupholder and turned to find him closer than expected. As in…we stood grungy boot to Italian loafer.

I shook the cup. “Might be a little something in there.”

“No, I’m done. I can throw it away in the house. I don’t want to leave trash in your car.”

I scoffed. “Dude, have you seen my car?”

Seb chuckled…and I joined in.

When his laughter faded, we were back to staring at each other. Only now, it wasn’t awkward. It was…something completely different. A little unsteady and unsure, but somehow promising.

I didn’t move. I didn’t sidle past him with an absent good-bye or a bro high five. I didn’t try to draw him into more conversation. I didn’t want to break the spell…as if I had any power over what was happening.

And something was definitely happening. Maybe because it was so unexpected, it took me a few extra seconds to define it.

Lust. Hunger. Need.

He wanted me.

Meet the Author

Lane Hayes

Lane Hayes loves a good romance! An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters.

Her debut novel was a 2013 Rainbow Award finalist and subsequent books have received Honorable Mentions and/or were winners in the 2016, 2017, 2018-2019, 2020-2021 Rainbow Awards.

She loves red wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband in a not quite empty nest.

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