Guarding Her Heart
by Jade Webb
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Trust me, even though
I’ve had a silver spoon in my mouth since I was a fetus and have a world-famous
pop diva as a sister, there is nothing I want more in the world than to fade
into the background and live out my Law & Order fantasy of becoming a
public defender.
The only problem is my
dad won’t bankroll law school unless I spend the summer following my older
sister on her arena tour, keeping her out of trouble and making sure she
doesn’t have yet another embarrassing public meltdown. Now relegated to a
glorified babysitter, I am stuck lugging my ten-pound LSAT prep books through
hotel lobbies and taking practice tests in my sister’s dressing rooms.
Then I find myself
caught in a love triangle with my sister’s arch nemesis, bad boy popstar Jordan
James and Liam, my sister’s confusing and irritatingly gorgeous Scottish
bodyguard. Too bad I’ve sworn off love after seeing my own parent’s train wreck
of marriage end with heartache and misery.
I’m tired of living
under my family’s careful rules and law school is my way out. I won’t let
anything get in my way. I won’t let anyone close enough to break down my walls.
I have to guard my heart.
Excerpt
“Gabby?”
When I hear my name, my eyes pop open and I feel the rush of blood to my cheeks. Jordan has stopped playing and is looking right at me. Dear God, I must look like such a stalker.
“I’m so sorry,” I manage to stammer out. “I heard you playing and it was so beautiful." I turn to leave, offering him an apologetic smile. "You know, I’m just going to go.”
“Wait!” Jordan calls out and I turn back around, pushing the door to the room open. I take a deep breath and slowly enter the room, taking a seat on the couch opposite his chair.
“Well, did you like it?” Jordan asks, his stunning blue eyes looking at me.
I find myself nodding. “It was beautiful, but…”
“But?”
“Well, to be honest, it felt a little sad.”
He doesn’t respond right away, but instead looks at me thoughtfully before chuckling. “It’s my ode to Hollywood,” he responds dryly.
I look at him curiously. “Jordan, why don’t you record songs like that?”
Leaning back in his chair, he moves the guitar off his lap. “No one wants to hear songs like this. They want to hear about pretty girls and fancy cars. They don’t want to hear how I really feel.”
I let out a long sigh. “That’s so sad, Jordan.”
Catching my eye, Jordan smiles. “Do you feel sorry for me, Gabby?”
“No!” I answer instantly before admitting, “Well, actually, maybe a little.”
He leans in, closing the distance between us. “I like that you’re always honest with me. That’s something I don’t get a lot.” He smacks his palms on his thighs and winks at me before continuing, “And since I’ve got you feeling sorry for me, how about you let me take you out to dinner?”
When I hear my name, my eyes pop open and I feel the rush of blood to my cheeks. Jordan has stopped playing and is looking right at me. Dear God, I must look like such a stalker.
“I’m so sorry,” I manage to stammer out. “I heard you playing and it was so beautiful." I turn to leave, offering him an apologetic smile. "You know, I’m just going to go.”
“Wait!” Jordan calls out and I turn back around, pushing the door to the room open. I take a deep breath and slowly enter the room, taking a seat on the couch opposite his chair.
“Well, did you like it?” Jordan asks, his stunning blue eyes looking at me.
I find myself nodding. “It was beautiful, but…”
“But?”
“Well, to be honest, it felt a little sad.”
He doesn’t respond right away, but instead looks at me thoughtfully before chuckling. “It’s my ode to Hollywood,” he responds dryly.
I look at him curiously. “Jordan, why don’t you record songs like that?”
Leaning back in his chair, he moves the guitar off his lap. “No one wants to hear songs like this. They want to hear about pretty girls and fancy cars. They don’t want to hear how I really feel.”
I let out a long sigh. “That’s so sad, Jordan.”
Catching my eye, Jordan smiles. “Do you feel sorry for me, Gabby?”
“No!” I answer instantly before admitting, “Well, actually, maybe a little.”
He leans in, closing the distance between us. “I like that you’re always honest with me. That’s something I don’t get a lot.” He smacks his palms on his thighs and winks at me before continuing, “And since I’ve got you feeling sorry for me, how about you let me take you out to dinner?”
About The Author
I am a lover of
romance novels that feature strong heroines who know that the loves that may
come into their lives are always the icing, and never the cake.
I have loved
romance novels since I was a teen, sneaking them into my Bible studies at my
all-girls Catholic school. I love strong heroines who know that the men that may
come into their lives are always the icing, and never the cake.
Thanks to my
own marriage, I have learned that the challenges of life can only help to make
love stronger and I am grateful to my partner for embodying all the magic that
love can offer.
When I am not
writing or dreaming up new love stories, I am working in a retirement community
outside of Boston that provides me with enough writing material for ten
lifetimes.
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