The Brodys of Whiskey Run Series by Hope Ford

He’s my brother’s best friend. My childhood obsession. And now… my bodyguard. Zach Campbell is assigned to protect me from a stalker. He looks like he stepped off a movie set—smoldering eyes, chiseled jaw, and body made for sin. The kind of man who belongs on a magazine cover. Not in my kitchen. But behind the perfection is a man haunted by guilt—dark, quiet, and always shadowing his smile. He’s supposed to keep me safe. Not pin me against counters. Not steal the air from my lungs with one look... moreHe’s my brother’s best friend. My childhood obsession. And now… my bodyguard. Zach Campbell is assigned to protect me from a stalker. He looks like he stepped off a movie set—smoldering eyes, chiseled jaw, and body made for sin. The kind of man who belongs on a magazine cover. Not in my kitchen. But behind the perfection is a man haunted by guilt—dark, quiet, and always shadowing his smile. He’s supposed to keep me safe. Not pin me against counters. Not steal the air from my lungs with one look. But the second he walks through my door, everything changes. He watches me like he owns me. Touches me like he’s dying to sin. And when he finally kisses me? I’m ruined for anyone else. He says he’ll protect me at all costs…. But it’s not the stalker I fear. It’s losing the only man I’ve ever wanted. less

He’s my boss. My second chance. And the man who’ll never forgive me. Two years ago, I ruined everything. One mistake, and Logan Brody walked away without looking back. Now I work for him. Same piercing stare. Same clenched jaw. Same hands I still dream about. He keeps his distance. Keeps his walls high. And makes it painfully clear—I’m the last person he wants near him. But his silence says more than words ever could. His gaze is a warning. His touch is a dare... moreHe’s my boss. My second chance. And the man who’ll never forgive me. Two years ago, I ruined everything. One mistake, and Logan Brody walked away without looking back. Now I work for him. Same piercing stare. Same clenched jaw. Same hands I still dream about. He keeps his distance. Keeps his walls high. And makes it painfully clear—I’m the last person he wants near him. But his silence says more than words ever could. His gaze is a warning. His touch is a dare. When he finally kisses me, it feels like a promise—and a threat. I came back to make things right. But the past I ran from isn’t finished with me yet. And this time, losing him might not be the only thing that breaks me. Tropes you'll love:. BodyguardCurvy WomanBoss/EmployeeEnemies to LoversSecond ChanceProtective ManSmall Town Romance. less