HER ROYAL BODYGUARD
In a tiny Mediterranean kingdom, Ava Wright has her dream job: planning royal weddings. When a killer targets Ava a week before the princessâs ceremony, the captain of the royal guard vows to protect her and keep the royal family safe. Ava knows that Jason Seliniâa man of stubborn integrityâdoesnât think she belongs on palace grounds. But when they uncover why Ava is under attack, Jason shows himself to have the heart of a prince. Suddenly Ava hopes sheâll survive long enough to plan her own wedding.
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âSomebody put a bomb in your car,â Jason said.
âButâthat would have killed me.â Ava couldnât get the image of her charred car from her mind.
The captain met her eyes for just a moment. Instead of hardened anger in his flintlike gray eyes, she saw a hint of sympathy, maybe even apology.
The change shook her as much as the realization that sheâd narrowly escaped a horrific end. âThey wanted me dead? But why?â
Jason offered her his hand and pulled her up to a seated position. He looked her full in the face, a bit of sadness shimmering in his steel-gray eyes. âDo you have any enemies?â
Ava stared at him for long seconds. Finally she answered, âYou?â
âIâm the worst enemy you have?â he asked.
She nodded, no longer trusting her voice.
âThen I donât know why anyone would put a bomb in your car.â He sucked in a sharp breath and met her eyes again. âBut I intend to find out.â
RACHELLE McCALLA
is a mild-mannered housewife, and the toughest she ever has to get is when sheâs trying to keep her four kids quiet in church. Though she often gets in over her head, as her characters do, and has to find a way out, her adventures have more to do with sorting out the car pool and providing food for the potluck. Sheâs never been arrested, gotten in a fistfight or been shot at. And sheâd like to keep it that way! For recipes, fun background notes on the places and characters in this book and more information on forthcoming titles, visit www.rachellemccalla.com.
ONE
âMs. Wright? Ms. Wright, wait!â
Ava Wright did not wait, but trotted toward the pedestrian gate at the rear of the palace complex as quickly as she dared in her three-inch heels. She made eye contact with the guard inside the gatehouse and gave him her best commanding glare, signaling that she wanted the exit unlocked immediately.
The green light signaled that the gateâs electronic lock had been momentarily deactivated, allowing her to open the gate and pass through. Ava felt a small shiver of satisfaction as she made her escape. Good. Jason Selini might be the head of the Lydian Royal Guard, but she could still get her way, even if it meant giving orders to his men.
But the captain of the royal guard was right behind her. âWe need to discuss this further, Ms. Wright. Our conversation isnât over!â Captain Selini was one of the few people Ava had met who could match her commanding tone note for note, glare for glare.
No way was she butting heads with him any more today. The man was impossibly stubborn and could be completely unreasonable once heâd made up his mind on an issueâand heâd already made it clear that morning that his mind was quite made up about her plans for Princess Anastasiaâs wedding.
Captain Selini had refused her location request. How could she possibly proceed with her wedding-planning duties if the location wasnât approved? Given the princessâs eagerness to marry, Ava was already working on a short timeline. The captainâs refusal was a setback she couldnât afford. She wanted to scream in frustration.
Instead Ava pulled her keys from her purse and pointed the key fob at her car parked in the distance on the opposite side of the cobbled street. Clicking the button on the key fob, she watched with satisfaction as her headlights blinked, signaling that sheâd successfully unlocked the car doors.
Good. Nothing more stood between her and her escape route.
âMs. Wright, please come back.â
It was the âpleaseâ that made her pause, almost against her will, halfway across the empty street, still a couple hundred feet from her car. She wavered there, undecided, for a few long seconds.
âPlease,â he repeated, sounding almost pleading.
The pleading note in his voice prompted her to turn back, if only to see the expression on his face. Captain Jason Selini begging? She wouldnât miss it, not after all the trouble heâd given her over the course of the recent royal weddings.