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“This was a nightmare scenario for any bodyguard: stuck in the middle of a transparent tube, several miles underwater, with a murdering band of fugitives at one end and an enthralled but still highly skilled police officer at the other.”
― Eoin Colfer, The Atlantis Complex

“this was business.”
― Eoin Colfer, Artemis Fowl

“She danced her way right into his heart. Corny, but true.”
― Lisa Kessler, Dance of the Heart

“You’re mine,�� she whispered.
“As long as you’ll have me.”
― Lisa Kessler, Dance of the Heart

“His lips caressed her ear. “Best dance of my entire life.”
― Lisa Kessler, Dance of the Heart

“He(Prophet Muhammad) was Caesar and Pope in one; but he was Pope without Pope's pretensions, Caesar without the legions of Caesar: without
a standing army, without a bodyguard, without a palace, without a fixed revenue; if ever any man had the right to say that he ruled by the right divine, it was Muhammad, for he had all the power without its instruments and without its supports.”
― Reverend B. Smith

“Can you just kill me? Carry me out in a box?�� I looked up at her. “Do you even have a gun?”“What kind of bodyguard would I be if I needed a gun to kill someone?�� Becca smiled”
― Nichole Chase

“I'm not a damsel in distress. I don't need saving. Especially not from you Mr. Miller.”
― Brianna Kristen Leon, Wicked Fate

“I bloody hated bodyguard detail. On regular jobs, I had to depend only on myself. But bodyguard detail was a couple’s kind of dance. You had to work with the body you guarded, and in my experience, bodies proved uncooperative.”
― Ilona Andrews, A Questionable Client

“A bodyguard for a pretty socialite, I was moving up in the world. Like all idiots I naturally assumed she was pretty because she was rich. You can buy anything with money, even people, even... beauty.”
― Bruce Crown, Forlorn Passions

“Misfortune never comes singly. It's surrounded by bodyguards.”
― Ljupka Cvetanova, The New Land

“He's following us at a distance," she said, annoyed.
"Like a guardian angel," Helen said.
Dr. Gibson snorted. "Did you see the way he felled that thing? His fists were as quick as thought. Like a professional fighter. One has to question how such a man appeared out of nowhere at just the right moment."
"I think he did far less damage to his opponent than you did to yours," Helen said admiringly. "The way you took that ruffian down with your cane- I've never seen anything like it."
"My aim was a bit off," Dr. Gibson said. "I didn't connect squarely with the ulnar nerve in his wrist. I shall have to consult with my fencing-master about my technique."
"It was still very impressive," Helen assured her. "I pity anyone who makes the mistake of underestimating you, Dr. Gibson."
"My lady, the sentiment is returned in full.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne

“Komandoo Nicolas Kahima Kankiriho ('Kahima the Warrior') alizaliwa katika Wilaya ya Bushenyi, Ankole, kusini-magharibi mwa Uganda, Julai 24, 1954, mtoto wa tano kuzaliwa, katika familia ya watoto sita ya Nicodemas Kankiriho; mzee wa heshima wa Wabaima, aliyekuwa akisifika sana kwa uchungaji (wa mifugo) na msisitizo mkali wa ukiristo kwa watoto wake wote; hasa Kahima na Yebare, binti yake wa pekee, aliyekuwa wa mwisho kuzaliwa.

Kahima (futi 6 inchi 3 aliyekuwa akiongea Kinyankole, Kiswahili, Kiingereza na Kihispania kwa ufasaha), baada ya kutoka Uganda �� kwa mafunzo ya mwanzo ya ukomandoo ya Kiisraeli �� alikwenda Urusi na Korea ya Kaskazini ambako aliongeza ujuzi hadi kiwango cha juu kabisa; kabla ya kwenda Amerika ya Kusini, kama askari wa msituni wa vyama vya kisiasa visivyo rasmi vya magorila wa Kolombia.

Akiwa Kolombia, Kahima alikutana na Eduardo Chapa de Christopher (kiongozi wa zamani wa Kateli ya Diablos de Amazonas, Mashetani wa Amazoni, iliyokuwa ikivilinda vyama vya kisiasa vya magorila vya Americas) ambaye alimwajiri kama mlinzi binafsi na baadaye kama mlinzi binafsi wa Carlos Pulecio Alcántara �� kiongozi wa kwanza wa Kateli ya Kolonia Santita. Alcántara alipouwawa, Kahima alihamia kwa Panthera Tigrisi �� Kiongozi Mkuu wa Kolonia Santita.”
― Enock Maregesi

“ot everyone liked Albert. Not everyone was happy that he had become the most important person around. Lots of people were jealous that Albert had a girl to clean his house and the porcelain basin where he did his business at night when he didn’t want to go outside to the only actual outhouse in Per-dido Beach. And that he could afford to send his clothes to be washed in the fresh water of the ironically named Lake Evian.
And there were definitely people who didn’t like working for Albert, having to do what he said or go hungry.
Albert traveled with a bodyguard now. The bodyguard’s name was Jamal. Jamal carried an automatic rifle over his shoulder. He had a massive hunting knife in his belt. And a club that was an oak chair leg with spikes driven through it to make a sort of mace.
Unlike everyone else Albert carried no weapon himself. Jamal was weapon enough.”
― Michael Grant, Plague

“I was attempting to take the gun,�� Mr Locke stated, “in the hope it would prevent it from firing.��
“Take it from me, Mr Locke, that don’t work,�� Mr Skinner said as he lifted his iron hand.”
― T.G. Campbell, The Case of The Spectral Shot

“Acting from instinct he angled his body so it would shield Lydia's, sweeping her back into the recession of a doorway that, while closed, would give her shelter. Pressing close, he wrapped himself around her so the blows would strike him first.
They did. Repeatedly. A clump of mud and small stones that had missed its target struck and shattered on the doorframe and he felt her jump and start to tremble, so he bent his head and murmured words of reassurance, low and calm over the wailing of the injured man, and all the ugly shouts of his tormentors.
Fear, he knew, was mostly in the mind, and he would spare her that. He'd long since learned to channel his own fear to action, so it was surprising to him now to feel it twist within his chest- a fear not for himself, his safety, but for hers. It lingered even when the mob had passed them by, the angry tumult growing fainter down the street, and there was no more danger.
Stepping back, he gave them both the space to breathe. Her face was pale, and she appeared to still be shaking but she only drew her cloak a little tighter as though wanting him to think it was the cold, and he had seen enough cadets who did not wish to show him weakness that he recognized her brave attempt to seem more strong in front of him, and though he was not fooled by it he understood her need to make the effort. Having satisfied himself she was unharmed, he wanted for her to collect herself sufficiently to leave the sheltered doorway, then he offered her his arm again, and once again she took it, holding tighter to him this time, and they crossed the street in silence.
But the feeling, strange and new, stayed firmly lodged beneath his ribs, as though once having taken hold it was now part of him, and he had no idea what to do with it.
We always fear what we don't know, he'd told the young de Joncourt boy.
And walking now with Lydia's gloved hand upon his arm, her warmth beside him, Jean-Philippe admitted there was truth in what he'd said. Because in all his twenty-seven years, with all that life had dealt him, he had not known anything like this.”
― Susanna Kearsley, Bellewether

“In the battle of real world vs. textbook, the real world will win every time.”
― Elijah Shaw, An Introduction to Celebrity Protection and Touring: A Guide to Mastering the Business of Vip Security

“The thing most people don't plan for in my industry is longevity. I try and remind them, this is the business of protection, and as such, we’ve got to think about it like it’s a business. Once you understand business norms and business principles, and then start applying those, that’s where you get that longevity from.”
― Elijah Shaw, An Introduction to Celebrity Protection and Touring: A Guide to Mastering the Business of Vip Security

“I just want us to be honest with ourselves, what’s our intent when we criticize, is it to make someone else better, or just to announce to the world that we are better, and use someone else’s error to help us shine a little brighter?”
― Elijah Shaw, An Introduction to Celebrity Protection and Touring: A Guide to Mastering the Business of VIP Security

“When I couldn't distract myself with work, that's all I had. They were faceless women, angel."
Dipping, he pushes his scratchy cheek into mine and whispers in my ear.
"I see you”
― Jodi Ellen Malpas, The Protector

“I cannot dance with you because I... well..." She cleared her throat. "... That is to say..."
"Miss Greene cannot dance with you," a deep, smooth voice rumbled behind her, "because she has already promised the next to me."
She swallowed a lurch of dread, instantly recognizing to whom the sultry, lazy drawl belonged.
Witherby recoiled from the intrusion. "I say," he replied, looking up at Rothbury with distrust, "no wonder the young lady hesitated over my offer. I know for a fact Miss Greene is not permitted to dance with you."
Rothbury only chortled, low and deep. Charlotte could feel it thrum through her spine and down to the soles of her slippered feet.
Turning, she stole a sidelong glance at him. He stood with his feet braced firmly on the floor, his hands behind his back. His burnished gold hair was swept back into place but for a thick lock that hung low on one side of his forehead.
His hooded eyes stared down Witherby as he gave a lopsided grin that on any other man, she supposed, would appear utterly charming in a boyish sort of way. On Rothbury's handsome face, however, it looked watchful, lethal. Quite like he was silently daring Witherby to touch her just so Rothbury could have the pleasure of breaking his fingers.”
― Olivia Parker, To Wed a Wicked Earl

“She finally reached them, and bestowed a careful smile on him. “Up and at ‘em early this morning, Cowboy?�� Her statement sounded normal but he caught the double meaning in her eyes.��

After you launched me to the moon and back, more than once, in the early hours of the morning? You actually got the energy?��”
― Susan Saxx, A Real Man: The Last Miracle

“Hey, Abdul. How's the baby?" Nisha asked.
The burly giant, who could snap your neck with his bare hands and shoot you dead from five hundred feet, went as soft and fuzzy as the teddy bear Yash had brought Abdul's newborn daughter yesterday. After seeing him hold the tiny pink bundle, Yash could not for the life of him stop thinking of the man as cuddly.
"She's amazing. Has quite the lungs, just like her ammi." Abdul winked.”
― Sonali Dev, Incense and Sensibility

“You found me a female bodyguard? And you thought that would somehow make the job of bullying me into it easier?"
She had the gall to grin. "Bingo. Wait here while I text her. We've made her wait long enough."
He sank into a couch off in a private corner of the hospital waiting area. "I really pity poor Neel, you know that?" he said with all the spitefulness of a sibling who'd lost an argument.
Her grin widened, a damn whoop of victory if he'd ever seen one. "You're so easy."
He narrowed his eyes at her, deploying one of her own favorite strategies for getting her way. "You know Ma loves me more than you, right?"
"Sorry, buddy, I'm the favorite by miles. Substantiate your claim by getting her to admit it, or shut up.”
― Sonali Dev, Incense and Sensibility

“You will tell me who said this to you and I will take care of it.”
― Emiko Jean, Tokyo Dreaming

“h'd ruined me. Made me crave his touch and burned my memories of oher lovers to ash.”
― Michelle Donn, Vegas Reward

“It’s mayhem, it’s chaos, and then the hose is unleashed.

An icy torrent of water knocks me to the ground and separates me from Seth. Water fills my nose, and I choke on it, coughing hard and desperately trying to shield my eyes from the worst of it so I can see. The spray moves away from me long enough that I can stand on shaky legs. It’s a fight to regain my bearings, my vision still blurred, and stray limbs and bodies tangle across the ground, tripping me with every step. The gate is at my back, and everywhere I look is a mess of water, people, and mud. It’s so loud; even when I blink away the last of the water, I still feel too disoriented, like I’m disconnected from my body. I slip. My shoulder slams into concrete, and I breathe through the pain as I force myself to my feet again. Someone shouts my name, but then there’s a guard in front of me, his helmet visor pulled up so I can see the wicked gleam in his eyes when he pulls out a small black object from his belt. I spot the metal prongs and realize what’s about to happen. Terror lances up my spine, thick and suffocating in my throat. I can’t move.
Behind me, Ajei screams.

A large hand wrenches me back by the arm, and I lose my balance. Electricity crackles from the end of the taser, missing my drenched side by a centimeter as I crash to the ground hard. “We saw you!�� Someone screams. “We have a video! Murderer! You tried to kill him!��

Without warning, hands are everywhere, grabbing me and pulling me back to safety. “No, wait!�� I shout, struggling to free myself from their grasp. I can’t leave now, not like this. I need to be up at the front, strong in the face of danger, just like our ancestors. I need to make my family proud; need to protect them and the land we were blessed with the way I promised I would. There’s a cry of pain, and I catch a glimpse of Seth yanking my attacker’s arm behind his back until he’s forced to drop the taser, which Seth kicks away. His eyes are ablaze, and he’s utterly ruthless, but despite everything, I can only think of how beautiful he looks. Then, he swings out a leg and takes out another guard who is going after a fleeing Ajei, her phone in her hand from where she had been recording everything.

He spies me on the ground amidst the throngs of protestors, something like fear on his face, and roars, “Get him out of here!”
― Joy Danvers, Guardian's Guard

“I hired you for your resume as a bodyguard, not because of your matchmaking skills. So, just please, stop playing Cupid with Krav Maga skills.”
― Lumi, ... of Ravens and Sundowns