Title: Fast: A Pregnant by the Bad Boy Romance
Series: Burns Brothers #2
Author: Gillian Archer
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 15, 2019
Blurb
Family means
everything to this tattooed bad boy--good thing since he's about to start his
own.
I wanted her the
first time I laid eyes on her. But what starts as a fun time, quickly gets
serious when the stick turns pink a month later. My life is already chaos with
my recently paroled father popping up and the usual drama at the family
business building custom motorcycles. Plus our reality show just got picked up
for a full season.
But it really hits
the fan when I discover that the new woman in my life is the daughter of the
President of the West Coast Kings, the baddest motorcycle club in
Sacramento--and our biggest client. Think he'll like being called Grandpa?
Life just got hella
complicated.
A standalone book in the Burns Brothers series
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Excerpt
I pulled away with a soft laugh. “We better get to the bed before I lose
the ability to use my knees.”
“Lead the way.”
I rolled my eyes, grabbed his hand, and pulled him toward the bed.
Turning, I sat on the edge of the bed and eyed Ryan expectantly. How did I do
this again?
Ryan chuckled as he toed off his work boots. They fell to the floor with
a thump. “You should see your face right now.”
“Do I look freaked? Because I feel kinda freaked. I don’t know how to do
this. I mean, I’ve done this before—just not this this, ya know?”
“Hey, hey.” Ryan sat next to me on the edge of the bed. “There’s no right
way or wrong way to do this. There’s no game plan or checklist or whatever. We
just do whatever feels right, whatever you want.”
“Okay.” I gave a shuddering sigh as I looked into his gorgeous eyes.
“Then I want you to kiss me.”
“Maybe we should—”
“No. You said whatever feels right. And it always feels right when you
kiss me.” I leaned into him and his arm came around my shoulders and settled in
a way that just…felt right. “Please.”
Ryan groaned. “Christ. You have no idea what
it does to me when you bring out the eyes. You could ask me anything, and I’d
probably do it.”
“Then kiss me
already.”
He leaned toward me,
his lips hovering over mine, and then he whispered, “As long as you promise to
only use your powers for good.”
“No promises,” I
whispered back.
Ryan’s eyes flared
and he groaned. “Fuck me.”
Then his lips covered
mine, and I lost the ability to think. All I could do was
feel. His amazing lips. The way his hair felt in my hands because I had to hold
him somewhere. The way my heart raced when he suckled on my tongue.
Minutes later I was the one tugging
frantically at his clothing because I had to feel him. Everywhere.
Ryan’s laugh was
husky in my ear and made me want to moan. “I think the only thing hotter than
your gorgeous eyes is how eager you are right now.”
I swung my leg over
his hips so I could straddle him. Looking into his eyes, I smiled wickedly.
Ryan cleared his
throat unevenly. “Uh, I stand corrected. Apparently you can get way hotter.”
The power I felt in that moment… The fact that I had this man, this crazy
hot guy, so worked up and just willing to do anything that I wanted? I think I
could’ve come from that thought alone.
Then I pulled his shirt up and over his head.
Or maybe the view of his hard, tattooed body would send me over the edge.
I ran an appreciative hand over the art covering his chest and arms. The
heart on his left pec with “family” written in script. The flamed motorcycle
racing down his arm. And the muscles. Sweet baby Jesus, the muscles! He had so
many muscles I couldn’t even…
He took advantage of my temporary paralysis and tugged my shirt up and
over my head. A reverent expression stole across his face. “Ah, Hope. You’re
just…”
He trailed off in a groan before he took my lips again in a harsh, hungry
kiss.
I ached to feel those lips on my nipples. Unconsciously arching toward
him, I moaned into his mouth. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached
behind me to unclasp my bra but my fingers were swiftly batted away by Ryan’s.
He made quick work of the clasp and then my bra was falling down my arms,
baring me to Ryan’s hungry eyes.
“Christ, they’re even more gorgeous than I imagined.” He lifted a hand
and cupped the underside of my left breast.
My cheeks heated with his compliment. Or the contact. I didn’t know
which. I bit my lip and looked down at where his tanned, calloused fingers held
my pale breast. “You’ve been thinking about my boobs for a while?”
Ryan groaned and brushed his stubbled cheek against my nipple. “All
night. And occasionally when I was alone the last few months. I couldn’t get
you out of my head after that first night. How you looked. That scent. The way
your voice sounded.”
“And my boobs?” I teased. But still, I was caught by the way he
remembered me. I’d had such an impact on him that he thought about me, too?
“There’s no way to get these babies out of my mind.” Ryan murmured as he
rasped his cheek against my hard nipple again. Then he finally stopped teasing
me and gave what I craved. He captured the tip of my breast in his mouth and
suckled hard.
And I melted. I think I groaned or something. I know I burrowed a hand
into his hair and held him against me. Like I was afraid he’d try to get away.
Ryan pulled back—as much as my greedy hands would let him—and blew gently
on my wet nipple before turning his head and laving attention on my other, poor,
neglected tip.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as the sensations shrouded me.
I wanted more. I wanted deeper. I wanted him all. My thighs clenched and I was
seconds away from my second orgasm of the night when Ryan pulled away with a
groan.
“Shit, beautiful.” His breath was warm against
my shoulder. “You keep grinding on me like that and this show is gonna be over
before I even get out of my pants.”
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Author Bio
Gillian has a bachelor’s degree in mining engineering but
prefers to spend her time on happily ever after. She writes the kind of stories
she loves to read—the hotter the better!
When Gillian’s not pounding away on the keyboard, she can be
found surfing the couch indulging in her latest reality tv fixation, baking
something ridiculously tasty (and horrible for her waist line) or snuggling
with her husband.
Home is currently in the wilds of Nevada with her amazing
husband, ridiculously cute kiddo, and goofy dog.
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