Abby and Wes are two people with a childhood of pain and abuse taken in by the Ahern Family where they develop a deep connection that ultimately turns romantic as their past comes back to haunt them. Keep reading to get a tempting taste of The Ahern Brothers Collection by Claudia Y. Burgoa, then add this gritty read to your bookshelf. In honor of this suspenseful and gut wrenching romance make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $50 Amazon GC along with 3 signed print copies of this book too!
Two hot & sexy billionaire brothers. Two different stories. Two unexpected happily ever afters.
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Begin with Me
Back to You
Once Upon A Holiday
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The Ahern Brothers Collection contains one duet and one full-length, standalone romance holiday.
Funny how some things work and life sets a morsel or two of joy down after a shitty storm. Life has sucked for a few years. Everything around me seems colorless, even sad. My life, if you can still call it that, has lost its spark. It’s barely recognizable anymore. I can’t even call it my own. Today of all days, I have to pretend to give two shits about the company I co-own with my brother.
Having dinner with some of the executives to celebrate their latest project isn’t my idea of a good time or a good anything. I did it for my brother who couldn’t be here. He owes me. This is what I get for continuing the family legacy.
Fortunately, I had someone to entertain me. For most of my time I observe the beauty that sits a few tables away from the private room we rented for the occasion. I requested the owner to keep the door open.
The first thing I spot are her slick dark curls. She’s facing a woman with the same hair color, just shorter and straight. Her voice is silvery, the tone vivid. She keeps the attention of her friends as she tells one story after another. Actually, a few people who are around, including myself remain focused on her.
Everything she says is funny, if not embarrassing at times. But she chuckles, and gestures while keeping us captivated. She’s one of those people who can laugh at themselves and enjoy life. The few times she turns her head around I can see she’s beautiful. In fact, she looks a lot like one of the other women.
When she excuses herself to go to the restroom, I’m tempted to follow her. Without thinking twice, I rise from my seat and follow. How can I let the chance to meet someone like her go? She’s like a breath of fresh air. Talking about funny situations, she happens to be in the same restroom as I am and fuck if it isn’t embarrassing and yet a turn-on that she was there in the middle of the men’s room.
When I first see her face, I freeze because fuck, I’ve never seen someone as beautiful as her. She’s stunning.
The kind of beauty you see in Greek sculptures and inspires art. In fact, I want to head to my
studio and draw her.
She’s about five-seven, maybe five-eight with mouthwatering curves and the face of an angel. Big brown eyes framed by long eyelashes. A button nose which tip is slightly turned upward. Full lips and a long neck that makes me want to kiss her and so much more.
When Beckett, my bodyguard, comes to check on me, I’m thankful because I’m too old for one-night stands and too jaded to believe this could work. In no time, she’s going to figure out who I am and ask for money or a relationship.
Except, her little line about washing my hands and the indifference turns me on and makes me act recklessly.
Or maybe for the first time in years, I’m taking a chance. There might be a different spin to the story. The girl is from out of town, doesn’t know me from Adam, and she’s sexy as fuck.
So, I walk along with her to the hotel, trying to size her up and see how I can convince her to spend the night with me. She doesn’t even acknowledge me for the two long blocks we walk together. After her goodbye, I ignore her dismissal and follow her inside the hotel. Just before she reaches the elevator bank, I catch up to her and say, “This can’t possibly be it.”
She turns around and glares at me. “Did you forget something?”
“We had a moment,” I insist.
“A moment? Me seeing your ...” She glances at my crotch and smiles amused. “That wasn’t a moment. It was a mistake on my part.”
“Come on,” I say, winking at her. “Let’s go to the bar. Please, have one drink with me and then you can go back to your room. You owe me that much.”
“It was an accident,” she insists.
I shrug. “Still, I’m a shy boy and need something to help me settle the embarrassment.” She laughs. Looking at me from head to toe. “You’re old enough to survive the blow.” “I’m still a kid on the inside."
She laugh-snorts. It’s endearing. “Does that line normally work?”
I smirk at her hoping this charms her. “You tell me? Have I convinced you, yet?”
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Claudia is an award-winning, USA Today bestselling author. She lives in Colorado, working for a small IT. She has three children and manages a chaotic household of two confused dogs, and a wonderful husband who shares her love of all things geek. To survive she works continually to find purpose for the voices flitting through her head, plus she consumes high quantities of chocolate to keep the last threads of sanity intact.
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