My SEAL Bodyguard

By: Paige Tyler

Dedication



With special thanks to my extremely patient and understanding husband, without whose help and support I couldn’t have pursued my dream job of becoming a writer. You’re my sounding board, my idea man, my critique partner, and the absolute best research assistant any girl could ask for!

Thank you.





When someone breaks into romance author Peyton Matthews’ Virginia Beach home to steal her newest manuscript, her publisher hires Noah Chase, a former Navy SEAL and the newest member of GAPS to be her bodyguard.

Peyton thinks the idea of needing a bodyguard is ridiculous, but she can’t help appreciating how gorgeous Noah is. And while she thought that having a stranger hanging around 24/7 would mess with her creativity, the Navy SEAL definitely comes in handy when she’s choreographing fight scenes. All that hand-to-hand action and rolling around on the floor with him gets her pulse racing, but while Noah is falling for Peyton too, he doesn’t act on it. He needs to keep his head in the game and focus on the job or he could end up getting her killed. She might not think she’s in danger, but his gut tells him differently.

The threat to Peyton is closer to home than she realizes however, and it will take all of Noah’s SEAL training to save her life.





Chapter One




“Maybe it was simply a random break-in. That does happen, you know.”

Peyton Matthews could tell from the unamused look on her agent’s face he wasn’t buying it. Ben Fuller was too smart for that. Or maybe too paranoid. She hadn’t decided which. Regardless, he’d caught the first flight down from New York City to Virginia Beach after she’d called this morning and told him someone had broken into her house last night.

“Right,” Ben said. “Someone went to all the trouble to break in and the only thing they took were your desktop computer and your laptop? They left behind the TV, didn’t ransack your closets and drawers looking for valuables or touch your jewelry armoire? I don’t think so. They wanted your book, and you know it.”

Peyton dropped her head in defeat, her long blond hair falling around her face. She’d been hoping against hope there was another answer here, but she knew Ben was right. Someone had been trying to steal her manuscript, plain and simple.

The next book in her new adult series was due to her publisher in less than two weeks, and it seemed like the entire world knew it. Everywhere she went, people asked her if it was done yet. The funny thing was, the book she was working on now—the one someone had tried to steal—wouldn’t hit the bookshelves for months. Heck, the book right before it in the series wasn’t due out for a few more days.

Peyton couldn’t understand why someone would try to grab a book when the preceding story wasn’t even out yet, but apparently someone had decided they wanted it so badly they were willing to do a little breaking and entering to get it. Not only had she been up most of the night watching the cops and crime scene techs dust for fingerprints and look for clues, but she’d had to run to Best Buy this morning to buy a new laptop and a desktop computer. Worst of all, she hadn’t gotten in her usual yoga workout. This close to a book deadline, yoga was the only thing keeping her from stressing. No doubt about it, no yoga and too little sleep were making her cranky.

She picked up her mug and Ben’s and walked over to the counter to get them refills. This side of the house faced the beach and she gazed out at the waves gently lapping the sand for a moment before pouring the coffee, hoping it would have its usual relaxing effect.

“Even if no one has ever tried to break into my house before, this isn’t the first time someone has tried to get a look at the book early,” Peyton pointed out as she carried the mugs back over to the table.

“No, it’s not.” Ben picked up his mug and took a swallow, clearly not caring the coffee was practically hot enough to burn off his tongue. “So it’s a good thing you decided to follow all those safety precautions your publisher insisted on or we’d all be screwed right now.”

Peyton couldn’t argue with his logic as she stirred sweetener into her coffee. Not only did they require she write on a desktop computer with no Internet connection, but she had to store all her notes as well as the book manuscripts themselves on an external hard drive she took everywhere she went. It seemed like overkill to her—until last night.

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