He was hired to protect her.
Nobody warned him about her personality.
Poppy Lane has never met a problem she couldn't improve with caffeine, optimism, and a deeply questionable decision.
Then someone starts threatening her.
After accidentally stumbling onto a story involving fraud, blackmail, and a lifestyle company with far too many secrets, Poppy suddenly finds herself in need of professional protection.
Enter Noah Cross.
Former military.
Private security specialist.
Human wall of disapproval.
Noah likes plans, silence, and clients who follow instructions.
Poppy likes brunch.
This is going to be a problem.
What begins as a simple protection assignment quickly turns into surveillance, suspicious financial records, unexpected road trips, disastrous disguises, and one extremely inconvenient attraction.
Noah's rules are simple:
Stay close.
Do what he says.
Do not wander off.
And absolutely do not flirt with the bodyguard.
Poppy breaks approximately all of them.
But when the threats turn real, Noah realizes this is no longer just another job.
Someone wants Poppy quiet.
And Noah will do whatever it takes to make sure that doesn't happen.
Even if protecting her means following her into ridiculous caf s, surviving her commentary during surveillance, and accepting the horrifying possibility that brunch might not be the worst thing in the world.
Because somewhere between danger, bad decisions, and far too much coffee, Noah has developed a much bigger problem.
He's falling for his client.
The Bodyguard Who Hated Brunch is a fast-paced romantic comedy with suspense, forced proximity, sunshine-meets-stoic chemistry, road-trip chaos, witty banter, a fiercely protective hero, and a guaranteed happily ever after.
Protect the client.
Ignore the chemistry.
Try not to fall in love before lunch.