Most people inherit money. Or property. Family heirlooms. Some get nothing but the middle finger.
But not Rayne Bradshaw. She inherits three whole bossy, bold, and bone-melting hot bodyguards from an eccentric aunt she knew nothing about except that maybe she had a playful, deviant sense of humor because… who bequeaths someone three whole bodyguards?
They’ve been instructed to be her shadow and they take their job seriously. Too seriously. She can’t go anywhere without them, and they can’t care less about her privacy, whether she’s sleeping, working her office job, or getting a Brazilian wax.