How To Protect A Princess

She’s royalty. He’s the wrong guy. But he’s the only one who can keep her safe. Get ready for a red-hot new romance from New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Cynthia Eden. How do you protect a princess? Step one: Do the job. Make her the priority. Constantine Leos can’t believe his new assignment. He’s supposed to protect a princess. An actual, no BS royal princess. Sure, she spent her whole life in the US, and she’s only just discovered that she’s royalty, but, still…this isn’t his typical type of case. He’s used to bad guys who fight dirty and hard. He’s not prepared for…her. A gorgeous princess with dark eyes, lush lips, and a deceptive delicacy that makes him want to take on the world in order to protect her. Step two: Stay close to the client. Intimately close. Seemingly overnight, Juliet Laurent went from being a nobody to being the lost princess who now has her face splashed across social media. The new fame comes with danger because someone seems intent on making sure that Juliet never gets to wear her promised crown. She’s scared and desperate, and Juliet doesn’t know who to trust in this crazy royal life… Enter the new bodyguard. Big, buff, and dangerous. A man who isn’t scared of anything. Just the man she needs. A man she desperately wants. Constantine promises to protect her from every threat. His job is to stand between her and danger. With him, Juliet feels safe. And with him, Juliet also feels the stirring of a fierce desire that catches her by surprise. How can she want a stranger so much, so desperately? But when the threats continue and Constantine shields her again and again, her feelings for him just grow stronger. Forced into close proximity, the attraction rages past her control and his… Step three: Protect the princess. Don’t fall for her. Constantine knows a guy like him won’t ever get a happy ending, but he will do whatever it takes to make sure that Juliet stays safe. Because Juliet doesn’t need a Prince Charming. She needs a bodyguard who will eliminate every threat and who will destroy anyone who tries to hurt her. In other words, this princess needs the big, bad wolf. Luckily, Constantine has always excelled at being bad. Ready for a fun, hot romance with a touch of danger? HOW TO PROTECT A PRINCESS has a guaranteed happy ending and no cliff-hangers. By Cynthia Eden This book is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people, places, or events are not intentional and are purely the result of coincidence. The characters, places, and events in this story are fictional. Copyright ©2023 by Cindy Roussos All rights reserved. This publication may not be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without the express written consent of the author except for the use of small quotes or excerpts used in book reviews. Copy-editing by: JRT Editing (build 1) Table of Contents Title Page Copyright Page How To Protect A Princess Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Epilogue Bonus Scene About The Author Chapter One Step One: Set the ground rules early on. Clear communication is key. You’re the muscle. She’s the target. Simple. Easy. “My name is Constantine Leos, and I’m your bodyguard.” The beautiful blonde who’d been swiping a rather shady-looking white cloth over the top of the bar paused at Constantine’s announcement. He kept his shoulders back and his arms loose at his sides. This was supposed to be an assignment that he didn’t fuck up, and he was going to stick to the Wilde rules on this one. Okay, fine, so maybe Wilde—the security firm that now employed him—didn’t exactly have a set of rules when it came to this precise situation. So Constantine had decided to improvise. Slowly, the blonde tilted back her head. Deep, dark chocolate eyes—warmed with flecks of gold—locked on him. Her bow-shaped lips curled in the faintest of smiles as she nodded. “Does that pickup line often work for you?” Voices rose and fell behind him. It was a Friday night, and Sal’s, the bar in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, was certainly hopping. Plenty of people were hooking up in the bar, no doubt about it, but Constantine hadn’t traveled across multiple states and enjoyed the comfort of his boss’s private jet just so he could hit on a pretty blonde. “It’s not a pickup line. It’s the truth.” He turned his head and cast an eye around the packed place. “Too many people are here. I don’t like it.” Talk about a logistical nightmare. “Then, ah, if you don’t like it, you should probably leave. There are lots of less crowded places in the area.” Gravely polite. His attention shifted back to her. “I’m not going to leave without you.” She took a tiny step back. He saw her hold tighten on the off-white cloth. The smile slipped from her lips. “I don’t intend to go anywhere with you. My shift doesn’t end until 2 a.m.” Constantine’s head shook. “Bad mistake. You never, ever tell a stranger when you’re getting off work. I could be planning to stay around and wait out back for you. You come out on your own at 2 a.m., and then I could grab you.” Her eyes flared with alarm even as a gasp tore from her. I am screwing this up. “Not that I intend to do that, of course,” Constantine rushed to reassure her because he certainly didn’t want her terrified of him. Her terror would just make things awkward. “I’m your bodyguard. My job is to keep you safe.” There. She should be feeling better. She backed up a little more. Constantine noticed that she’d dropped