My brother thinks I need a bodyguard. No way, no how, because I’m a grown woman who can take care of myself. But when I meet Karl Andersen, I change my mind because the Swedish hunk is a Viking with penetrating blue eyes, slab like pecs, and of course, a battle axe so huge that I go achy inside.
Whoops! Was I not supposed to touch the battle axe?
But it’s too late because the enormous weapon has done some real damage … to my heart as well as my body.
Karl:
Her brother warned me that she’s a brat. ...
Ainsley:
My brother thinks I need a bodyguard. No way, no how, because I’m a grown woman who can take care of myself. But when I meet Karl Andersen, I change my mind because the Swedish hunk is a Viking with penetrating blue eyes, slab like pecs, and of course, a battle axe so huge that I go achy inside.
Whoops! Was I not supposed to touch the battle axe?
But it’s too late because the enormous weapon has done some real damage … to my heart as well as my body.
Karl:
Her brother warned me that she’s a brat. But I had no idea how sassy, flirty, and sexy Ainsley would be in real life. The young redhead’s a voluptuous mess, but it’s exactly the kind of mess I can fix, so long as she cries out my name … while panting and begging for more!
This is an over-the-top story which, believe it or not, has a plotline grounded in reality. You’ll adore Ainsley and her hunky bodyguard because what’s not to like? Said Viking warrior is straight from legend with broad shoulders, massive thighs, and of course, the ability to wield his weapon in a way that makes Ainsley scream! Pick up some ice on your way back from work because you’ll need it after turning the pages of this tale. This story is a follow-up to Betting Her Curves and Massive Size Lumberjack, but all of my books are standalones and can be read in any order. HEA guaranteed.
