Author: Jane Harvey-Berrick
Series: Justin Trainer #2
Release date: June 19, 2019
(Sub)genres: Contemporary Romance
Buy: Amazon US ~ Amazon UK
I received this book from the author in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
He’s a fast-talking, hard-hitting guy who goes to work with a weapon in his holster.
He’s also sexy, loyal and damn good at his job, even when he’s guarding a billionaire boss with too many secrets.
He’s Justin Trainer.
You won’t notice me and you won’t hear me, but I’m always there, watching, listening and waiting.
I’m armed and dangerous because I’m the bodyguard, and I’m the guy who’ll take a bullet for you.
I’m the man in black, saving my billionaire boss from blackmailers and computer hackers
—but mostly from himself.
A billionaire with some dirty secrets and in love, a bodyguard working hard and falling in love as well. Let the story continue… Saving the Billionaire is set right after the first book, continuing the story from book one right away. It’s a bit crazy and over-the-top, but I love the no-nonsense Trainer and his boss Devon who’s changing a lot.
“Hope. Small word. Big meaning.”
Trainer is working hard to keep Devon safe and his secrets hidden, and that’s not the easiest thing to do. Luckily Trainer isn’t the only guy working for Devon, and he and his co-workers have their hands full. Adding a Devon in love to the mix changes the dynamics, and Trainer doesn’t know what to make of the situation. He likes the changing Devon, and he feels the object of the guy’s affection is a good influence (but Trainer can’t help feeling a bit sorry for the girl). During all what’s going on with Devon, Trainer is working on his relationship with his Rachel as well; they are an amazing couple, I love them together.
“I lay watching the two most important people in my world. Life is good.”
Like I already said, Saving the Billionaire is a bit over-the-top, but I love it. Devon lives in a crazy world where money doesn’t play a role, and Trainer’s spot-on thoughts about it are funny. He’s a normal guy who wants normal things; a good, decent life with the woman he loves and spending a lot of time with his daughter. What more does a man need?
“God, this woman. She knows … she knows me. She understands. My woman. My world. My everything.”
I’m watching the boss and his maybe girlfriend from the driver’s seat, trying to be an inconspicuous Close Protection officer in a $95,000 car. In Brooklyn.
“What are Mr. Anderson and Maria doing now?” Rachel asks, reminding me that I have my cell phone in my hand.
“Talking. Well, she’s talking; he’s looking kinda whipped … um, I mean … she still looks mad. Wait, she’s kissing him on the cheek.”
“Oh!” Rachel sighs. “That’s so sweet! Oh, I like this girl. What are they doing now?”
“Um … you really want a description? He looks like he’s forgotten they’re outside. Good thing there are no paps around.”
“I’m sorry you have to wait. Have you had something to eat?”
“Yeah, I grabbed a burger.”
“That’s not very healthy!”
I roll my eyes. “Tasted good.”
“Hmm! Are you trying to make me mad?”
“Is it working?”
“How mad are you, baby?”
“I’ll show you when you get back.”
I groan and she laughs.
“Wait! What are you wearing?”
“Come on, I’m curious.”
“I’m wearing that lovely black underwear that you bought me from Victoria’s Secret…” I groan inwardly “…and I’m wearing a white blouse and navy blue pencil skirt.”
“Take off your clothes.”
“Do it for me, baby.”
I hear the smile in her voice.
“Okay, Justin. I’m unzipping my skirt. I’m sliding it down my hips. It’s on the floor. Now I’m picking it up and folding it and putting it on the chair, like you’re supposed to do with your clothes!”
“Oh, baby, don’t ruin the moment. Undo your shirt: one button at a time.”
“Here’s the first button, now the second, now the third; my bra is showing through. Now I’m undoing the cuffs; I’m sliding my blouse over my shoulders. Now I’m just in my bra and panties. I’m going to put the phone down so I can unhook my bra…”
Oh, fucking yeah! Suddenly there’s a thud.
“Oh, sorry, I dropped the phone. Allison is on the other line. I was supposed to call her when I got in. I’ll have to go.”
Fucking Allison! I knew there was a reason I hated her. And I’ve got a rock solid erection. Sucking in a deep breath, I lean back in my seat and try to think cold thoughts. Oh, for fuck’s sake!
You’re probably wondering why I don’t just jerk some knuckle babies as no one’s looking and I’m parked away from streetlights.
I guess you could say the Marines cured me of that—jerking it on duty is frowned upon. And maybe because I was doing an overnighter in a defensive watch post, alone in my shallow fighting hole, my buddies relying on me to be vigilant. I started getting sleepy, with only hourly radio checks to keep me awake. Rubbing one out seemed like a good way to stay awake. Accidentally leaning on the ‘talk’ button while in the midst of Operation Stay Awake, meant that all other radios heard me slapping and panting. And because you can’t receive transmissions while broadcasting, no one could tell me to stop. The C.O. wasn’t happy, but it kept the other guys entertained and awake.