Bodyguards ruin all the fun. I've made it in the music business without anyone's help, so when a guy shows up, claiming to be my bodyguard, I do what any independent woman would do-I cripple him with pepper spray. Turns out, he was telling the truth. My record label did hire him on my behalf. Whoops. If things could get worse, they do. My new bodyguard is a former schoolgirl crush, Josh Coleman. How...