Title: Build: A Bad Boy Snowed In Romance
Series: Burns Brothers #1
Author: Gillian Archer
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 29, 2019
Welcome to Bad@ss Builds where the motorcycles are as sexy as the brothers building them.
I thought she wasnât real the first time I saw her. To be fair I was a hungover mess when I woke up and looked into her gorgeous eyes. After getting the second worst news of my lifeâthat my father would be paroled soonâIâd escaped to my buddyâs posh cabin near Lake Tahoe. Now the maid with the gorgeous eyes is snowed in with me, and I wonder if she might be a better distraction than the mountain of booze Iâd planned on drinking. Sheâs curvy in all the right places, and the snow is falling faster.
As a single mom, I donât have time for men, especially irresponsible tattooed bad boys like my ex. But Austin is hot. And sexy. And stuck here in the cabin with me. I canât say no to a fling with this bad boy, especially since Austin is so gorgeous and awkwardly sweet.
One night becomes two, and I donât know if I can risk my heartâand my little boyâsâif Austin wants it to become more when we get through the snow and back to reality.
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Iâd just straightened up the pile of mats when a scraping sound caught my attention. Raising the blinds, I looked out the window and saw Rachel standing in the middle of the road, shovel in hand, pushing the snow into big piles. Sheâd got about ten feet of road cleared in addition to her car.
Did she really think she could plow the fucking road between here and the highway? It was miles of road!
âSon of a bitch.â I ran out of the room. Three steps later, I almost tripped over Blue in the hallway. Heâd taken up a post between me and the doorway, almost like he couldnât decide who he should be guarding. âHey, boy. You okay?â
Blue sat up with a whine and swung his head toward the front door.
âYeah, I think we gotta talk some sense in her. She canât plow the fucking road all by herself. Come on.â I grabbed my coat next to the door and pulled it on over my naked chest. My shirt was balled up somewhere in Coleâs home gym. I shoved my bare feet into my boots next to the door and half-assedly laced them up. Blue whined next to me, urging me to hurry. I ripped open the door, and Blue bounded out, with me close on his heels.
âWhat the hell are you doing, woman!â I shouted before I met up with Rachel.
She glanced at me then bent down to pet Blue. âWhat does it look like?â
âIt looks like youâre fucking insane. You do know thereâs like five miles of road between us and the highway, right? Are you planning on plowing the whole fucking thing by hand?â
âI have to do something!â Rachel waved an agitated hand as she stood back up to face me. âI canât just sit here and wait for someone to call or show up. I have people waiting on meâmy family is counting on me.â
âYou think I donât know that? You think the same fucking thing isnât happening to me right now? I was supposed to be at work today too. Our scariest fucking client is expecting a bike delivery today, and Iâm not gonna be there to stand between him and my brother. Thatâs my job! Thatâs what Iâve done my whole life, and today Iâm not gonna be there. I wonât be there to protect him.â
Rachel stared back at me with wide eyes, and her mouth opened and closed like a fish.
I sighed as some of my anger melted away at Rachelâs bewilderment.
I hadnât meant to reveal so much. My shit was my shit. No one else needed to know what was really going on in my lifeâleast of all a piece of ass Iâd hooked up with for a night. I just had so much anger pent up. Booze hadnât helped. Exercise hadnât helped. Really the only thing thatâd worked was when I had her naked and under me, but thatâd never happen again.
I needed to get my shit under control.
âLook, Iâm sorry, okay?â I reached over and gently took the snow shovel out of her hands. âWe all have shitâthatâs all Iâm saying. Well, that, and thereâs no way either of us is going to be able to dig our way out of this mess. Thereâs too much road between us and the highway. Itâs dangerous. Weâre better off waiting until the plow comes. I donât know where the hell Coleâs business manager is, but he still hasnât called me back. If youâd like, I can call around and see if I can find another service.â
Rachel bit her lip and looked down the long, snow-covered road, her brow wrinkled.
âIâll even pay.â
Rachelâs eyes shot to mine. âItâs not the money thatâs bothering me. Well, it is, âcause I canât afford it, but Iâm worried about the weather. Thereâs supposed to be another system moving in this afternoon. If we canât get out of here by noon, I doubt youâll find another outfit willing to come out in the middle of another storm. We could be trapped here overnight again.â
I nodded slowly. âIâll get on the horn and see if we can get you home to your little boy sooner than later.â
Gillian has a bachelorâs degree in mining engineering but prefers to spend her time on happily ever after. She writes the kind of stories she loves to readâthe hotter the better!
When Gillianâs 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.