This Wallflower Queen needs to be praised like the good girl she is.
Im the good twin, the quiet one, the one who hides in the shadows. I never draw attention to myself, never cause my family concern, and most people forget I exist.
My sister is my polar opposite in every way. Loud and in the spotlight, she likes to let people believe shes the bad twin, but I know better.
So when Im mistaken for her, kidnapped and thrust into the spotlight, my three gorgeous rescuers, now bodyguards, are my only protection from the attention Ive avoided my entire lifeand suddenly, I want to be the bad twin.
I want THEIR attention.
I want THEIR touch.
I want THEIR praise.
We were hired to rescue and protect the twenty-two year old kidnapped daughter of a billionaire, but none of us expected to fall in love.
Shes everything weve been looking for and more, but were on the job with a timid and traumatized client, and the number one rule as a bodyguard is Dont lust after the Client. Although left unstated, were pretty sure rule number two is Dont f^ck the Client. But the more time we spend together, the harder it is to ignore our feelings, especially as she becomes more dependent upon us, seeking the physical touch she never received growing up.
She wants our attention and shes got it. But its more than that. Our good girl has been lonely her whole lifea quelled bird trapped in a gilded cage with no one to take care of her. We are the men to change that. And as soon as the threat on her life is dealt with, thats what we aim to do.
Shes ours to protect, ours to cherish, ours to adore.
