As an Amazon Associate we earn from qualifying purchases.

Hollywood Lighting

A Bodyguards Romance

by J. V. Speyer

Hollywood Lighting - J.V. Speyer
Part of the Bodyguards series:
  • Hollywood Lighting
Editions:Kindle: $ 3.49
ISBN: 978-1-7329315-7-2
Pages: 212

A rowdy superstar in danger. His resentful new guardian. It’s hate at first sight until love takes an unexpected encore.

 

Closeted actor Owen fears failure and betrayal. So after he’s stabbed by a crazy fan, the movie studio offers a hunky bodyguard for protection. Suspicious that the ripped security man is just a gossip-seeking plant, he pushes back at his bulging biceps, ignoring the chemistry.

 

Newly retired SEAL Jamal is having a hard time adjusting to civilian life. Reluctantly taking a Hollywood job for a bad boy with tight abs, he’s sure the star is simply paranoid. But when he discovers the sexy celebrity is in serious jeopardy, he doesn’t hesitate to jump into action mode.

 

As the peril hits closer to home, Owen finds himself falling for the handsome hero fighting for his life. And as the threats intensify, Jamal fears he might lose the man he has come to love.

 

Will Owen and Jamal go down in a catastrophic climax, or will they star in their own happy ending?

 

Hollywood Lighting is the red-hot first book in the Bodyguards M/M contemporary romance series. If you like tortured heroes, intense predicaments, and steamy affairs, then you’ll adore J. V. Speyer’s tale of LGBT passion.

 

Buy Hollywood Lighting to let desire take centerstage today!

Published:
Editors:
Cover Artists:
Genres:
Tags:
Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 36-45
Tropes: Bodyguard/Guardian Angel, Class Differences, Coming Out / Closeted, Enemies to Lovers, Famous / Not Famous, Interracial Relationship, Office / Workplace Romance
Word Count: 55000
Setting: Hollywood, CA
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Excerpt:

Jamal stepped out of the shower and dried himself off quickly. He might be in a decent bathroom in a reasonable hotel, but old habits died hard. In the Navy, guys didn’t linger over things like hygiene. There wasn’t time. Maybe if he eventually made enough money to go back to Texas and get one of those sweet hobby ranches he’d seen so much about, he’d be able to take his time and enjoy a dip in the hot tub or something.

It would have to be a hobby ranch - no real rancher had time for stuff like frolicking in the hot tub either. Well, that was why he was here, wasn’t it?

READ MORE

Right now, he was in Los Angeles. As far as he was concerned, LA was enemy territory. He might as well be in FARC-held jungle space. To make things even better, he had to go in with only one concealed firearm. Okay, he was going in with two more strapped to his ankles and a knife hidden at each wrist, but he wasn’t supposed to. Hollywood was more dangerous than anyplace Jamal had deployed to before, and he refused to take any chances. He’d done his homework on this place. Every American had, whether they wanted to or not. If Jamal knew anything, it was that Hollywood represented the worst America had to offer.

He checked his weapons again and suited up. He should have told Levi to pass this one on to someone else. Hell, maybe Levi should have taken this one on personally. The studio was putting a lot of money into this. It was too important to them - and therefore to Five Star Security, Inc - to chance a guy like Jamal.

He had to trust his former commanding officer to know what he was doing. Levi hadn’t ever steered him wrong before. He wouldn’t start now. He took three deep breaths and looked at himself in the mirror.

The suit looked all wrong on him. He belonged in uniform - in fatigues, damn it. He hadn’t ever been cut out for corporate life. It didn’t look terrible as it clung to his body, but it didn’t look like him. Rich brown eyes stared back at him from the glass, evaluating and judging. A few grays stood out in his perpetual stubble. How in the hell had he made it to such an advanced age as to be able to have gray in his beard? And of course it showed even more against his dark skin.

He shook his head. Enough primping. It was time to go and meet the people who would decide the rest of his life, or the next few months of it.

The studio had sent a car for him, a black SUV with tinted windows. The driver stood outside with a little sign that said “Kingston.” He hesitated for a moment. Jamal Kingston didn’t get driven around town like some kind of jackass. Jamal drove himself.

Then he approached the car. This was Hollywood. People did things differently here.

The driver smiled, revealing perfect teeth, and offered his hand. “Mr. Kingston? I’m Alex. The studio sent me. I work on the Dark Warriors set. I’m a chauffeur and production assistant, and I’m trying to break into screenwriting too. Hop in and I’ll bring you over to the production lot.”

Jamal swept his gaze over the SUV. He couldn’t see anything out of place, no sign of an explosive device or other issue, so he slipped into the back. Just to be on the safe side, he pulled out a bug sweeper and checked.

Two hits. Awesome.

Alex tried to feel Jamal out for information, but after Jamal found the two listening devices in the car he couldn’t make himself do more than superficial conversation. Alex got the hint, and silence reigned by the time they got to the production lot half an hour later. Alex had to guide Jamal to the executive offices, located in a low building that kind of resembled an airplane hangar, but he left soon afterward.

COLLAPSE

About the Author

Author of romance and speculative fiction, sometimes at the same time.