Release Friday 17 June

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Details

GLBTQ, MM,
Trope: Hurt Comfort, Best Friends to Lovers, PTSD, Brain Injury, Peril, Found Family
Released: 17 June 2022
Publisher: Love Lane Books
Series: Ellery Mountain
Length: 60,000 words
Cover Design: Meredith Russell
Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60866260-the-soldier-and-the-bodyguard

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/books/the-soldier-and-the-bodyguard-ellery-mountain-book-10-by-rj-scott

All Buy Links can be found here: https://rjscott.co.uk/read-soldierbodyguard
Available – Wide Release, all platforms
ISBN – 9781785643583

Series Overview

Books should probably be read in order to get the best out of the series, but each can be read as a standalone

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
The Soldier and the Bodyguard – https://rjscott.co.uk/read-soldierbodyguard

RJ Scott

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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Excerpts

Excerpt 1

The lie in the mirror was that I couldn’t see the bullet fragments in my head. Only machines could see the damage, but I knew what was in there, and I scratched near the scar, which itched like fuck.

“Hey, don’t do that,” Adrian murmured and laced our fingers together so he could tug me away from worrying at the skin. He’d have been horrified if I’d told him I had this idea that, if I scratched hard enough and then tilted my head, the fragments would fall out.

I did that in my dreams, but I’d also discussed it in my chats with my therapist, who told me it was understandable to feel as if I could reach into my brain and pick out the metal.

Understandable. Reasonable.

“Sorry.”

Adrian squeezed my hand. “It’s okay; I’m just jealous that you have a wicked scar for the ladies.”

I glanced at him. “And the men.”

He nodded and I wish I knew what he was thinking, but Adrian had this inscrutable way about him. Or maybe it was that my brain wasn’t working enough to try to read his thoughts the way I’d always been able to do before. My doctor likened this challenging part of my recovery to face-blindness, saying that the part of my brain that understood expressions was damaged.

“Yep, all the men, too,” Adrian corrected himself in his usual upbeat breezy fashion, then pulled me away from the mirror and sat me in the chair. I couldn’t tie my hair back on my own, but he knew that, and already had the thin leather he twined in my damp curls to tame them. “Ready for a shave?” He picked up the shaver, but I shook my head. “You’re gonna grow a beard, JC? For real?” He was teasing me because that was what Adrian did. He pulled me out of the dark times, and he laughed with me, and at me, and he made me remember I was still alive.

I wish I weren’t alive. I would give anything for Taylor or Asti to be here instead of me.

“It hurts,” I admitted, and as soon as I said it, I wanted to take back the words because Adrian dropped to a crouch in front of me.

“What hurts?” he asked with urgency.

“The… thing,” I patted my cheek, but my hand was shaking, and I dropped it immediately.

“Your head hurts?”

“No.” Yes.

Excerpt 2

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.”