When a stalker gets too close to plus-size model Mae Cooper, it’s time to hire some muscle.
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CLOSER by Kylie Scott
Series: A Stage Dive Novella
Release Date: 24th September 2019
Enter former military man turned executive protection officer Ziggy Thayer. Having spent years guarding billionaires, royalty, and rock n roll greats, he’s seen it all. From lavish parties through to every kind of excess.
There’s no reason some Instagram stylista should throw him off his game. Even if she does have the most dangerous curves he’s ever seen…
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★3.5 STARS★
There will never be any hesitation from me when it comes to delving back into the world of The Stage Dive crew. This time around the story centres around plus sized Instagram model, Mae Cooper and ex military – now turned executive protection officer, Ziggy Thayer.
Mae has been receiving unwanted attention from a stalker but her ties to The Stage Dive wives mean they hook her up with the best in the personal protection business. If Mae is honest she feels quite silly at the fuss made at keeping her safe, but at the same breath she’s so grateful to the sense of calm she has being in Ziggy’s company.
Ziggy is a consummate professional and her attempts at engaging him conversation initially fall flat. She’s highly aware of the cliché of falling for her bodyguard but her feelings aren’t as one sided as she thinks. Their chemistry is palpable but his desire takes a backseat to dealing with the danger at hand.
I really enjoyed the suspense from not only the stalker plot but also that of the progression of Mae and Ziggy’s relationship. Admittedly I would have loved to have seen more of them as a couple, but overall it was a enjoyable read. I would remiss to mention the appearance of fan favourite Mal, he is just as amazing as we all remember him and these novella’s wouldn’t be the same without him.
“Your keys and security alarm code please, miss?” he asked, hand held out waiting.
It might have just been me, but we seemed to be standing awfully close together. It almost seemed weirdly intimate. Almost. No, my bad. Ziggy wore his usual professional façade with nary a hint of emotion on display. His gaze was shuttered, his bearing military rigid. It was definitely just me and my overactive imagination. Being vaguely attracted to your bodyguard was kind of a pain in the ass. Not that I couldn’t use the distraction right now.
Ziggy continued to stand there patiently waiting.
“Keys. Right.” I rummaged inside my Balenciaga City bag. Designer goodies were not only a weakness of mine, but a happy perk of being in the industry and achieving some small fame. “Ah, just a minute. They’re in here somewhere.”
I pushed aside my purse, a cashmere shawl, tampons, a candy bar, some loose change, my small Chanel cosmetics case, a power bank, hair ties, pepper spray, a copy of the latest Sarah MacLean book, mints, a spare charging cable for my cell phone, the cell phone itself, Chapstick, Prada sunglasses case, my grandma’s rosary, dental floss, deodorant, a couple of pens, Kleenex, ear buds, water bottle, a USB stick, reusable straw, condoms, nail file, some old receipts, a travel size umbrella, hand sanitizer, lotion, a pair of pearl earrings, tweezers, Advil, a hair band, and some bobby pins.
“Sorry about this,” I murmured. “I know I put them in here when we left.”
He said nothing. A whole lot of nothing.
“Huh.” With a great sense of victory, I held up a bottle of nail polish. “I thought I’d lost this.”
One of his dark brows crept upwards.
“I’ll have you know this color was limited edition. Little Death at Midnight by Oxley. You can’t buy it anymore.”
His lips did not move, but that damn eyebrow arched even higher as he leaned forward a little and took in the contents of my bag. I swear his eyes widened.
“Don’t you judge me. All of these things are necessary for my ongoing existence.”
“Of course they are, miss.” The man was so judging me. Bastard. “You carry a koozie around with you, I see.”
“It pays to be ready to party, Mr. Thayer.”
About Kylie Scott:
Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013, 2014 & 2018, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.
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