Title: Spark: A Bad Boy’s Second Chance Romance
Series: Burns Brothers #3
Author: Gillian Archer
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 23, 2020
Blurb
Flames almost
killed this ex-firefighter. And the sparks he’s feeling now might burn what’s
left of his heart.
killed this ex-firefighter. And the sparks he’s feeling now might burn what’s
left of his heart.
Sabrina
He was a charming
S.O.B. when I dated him two years ago, but the Logan Carter who arrives at
Bad@ss Builds is a shadow of the one I knew. This Logan is surly, bitter, and
scarred—evidence of the fire he survived marks him both inside and out.
S.O.B. when I dated him two years ago, but the Logan Carter who arrives at
Bad@ss Builds is a shadow of the one I knew. This Logan is surly, bitter, and
scarred—evidence of the fire he survived marks him both inside and out.
Does he really not
remember me?
remember me?
Logan
I’m upright and
functioning. Isn’t that enough? I shouldn’t even be alive. And I definitely
don’t have time for the bubbly, gorgeous woman from my past who can do better
than me.
functioning. Isn’t that enough? I shouldn’t even be alive. And I definitely
don’t have time for the bubbly, gorgeous woman from my past who can do better
than me.
No matter how much
I wish I could be the man she remembers.
I wish I could be the man she remembers.
*Can be read as a
standalone
standalone
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Excerpt
“Seriously? I thought you’d be all over that.” The woman was one of the
most tenacious I knew. No way she’d just roll over and hide her head in the
sand. That wasn’t Sabrina.
most tenacious I knew. No way she’d just roll over and hide her head in the
sand. That wasn’t Sabrina.
“Yeah, I guess it’s taking me a minute to come to terms with the fact
that my whole life has been a lie.” She swiped suspiciously at her eyes. But
she couldn’t be crying—her voice sounded too flat and matter of fact. “I
thought you of all people would get that.”
that my whole life has been a lie.” She swiped suspiciously at her eyes. But
she couldn’t be crying—her voice sounded too flat and matter of fact. “I
thought you of all people would get that.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh come on. You’ve spent the better part of two years pushing everyone
you know and love away from you because you survived when most of your crew
didn’t. It doesn’t take a psychologist to see that you have a serious f*cking
case of survivor’s guilt.”
you know and love away from you because you survived when most of your crew
didn’t. It doesn’t take a psychologist to see that you have a serious f*cking
case of survivor’s guilt.”
“F*ck you.” She didn’t know what the hell she was talking about.
“Already have.” Her smile looked more like a snarl. “Wouldn’t mind having
one last throw though.”
one last throw though.”
“You’re nuts.”
“Takes one to know one.”
I snorted a laugh. Christ, how could she be so cute while being all angry
and plastered?
and plastered?
“I’ve heard that angry sex is hot. Maybe we should try it.”
I about swallowed my tongue when she said that. While I was busy
sputtering, she leaned over and kissed me. Her hand cupped the side of my face
as her lips covered mine.
sputtering, she leaned over and kissed me. Her hand cupped the side of my face
as her lips covered mine.
Contrary to her angry words, she was just as soft
and delicious as I remembered. She moaned deep in her throat, and I lost it. I
took control of the kiss, moving my lips over hers, relearning everything I
forgot I knew about her.
and delicious as I remembered. She moaned deep in her throat, and I lost it. I
took control of the kiss, moving my lips over hers, relearning everything I
forgot I knew about her.
I pulled her onto me until she straddled me then pulled her face down to
mine so I could kiss her some more. While I was busy kissing her, our hands
roamed. I had my hands full of her amazing tits and was thinking about the best
way to get her bra off. Because I loved her breasts. They were gorgeous and
soft and just everything. I had to have more.
mine so I could kiss her some more. While I was busy kissing her, our hands
roamed. I had my hands full of her amazing tits and was thinking about the best
way to get her bra off. Because I loved her breasts. They were gorgeous and
soft and just everything. I had to have more.
Sabrina must’ve thought the same since her hands raked down my back, her
nails scoring my skin under my shirt.
nails scoring my skin under my shirt.
I stiffened.
That used to be something I loved, but not anymore. I couldn’t bear to
even look at that part of me in the mirror, let alone touch it. I sure as hell
didn’t want her to feel my f*cked-up skin.
even look at that part of me in the mirror, let alone touch it. I sure as hell
didn’t want her to feel my f*cked-up skin.
A prickling sensation swept over my scalp and my body heated in a way
that had absolutely nothing to do with the alcohol or the gorgeous woman on my
lap. I pulled back and gulped to keep the champagne down.
that had absolutely nothing to do with the alcohol or the gorgeous woman on my
lap. I pulled back and gulped to keep the champagne down.
Sabrina slumped into me with a moan. “Is the room spinning, or is that
just me? Or maybe it’s you.”
just me? Or maybe it’s you.”
F*ck. I held her a little bit away from me, wary she was going to puke.
She blinked blearily back at me and smiled.
She blinked blearily back at me and smiled.
I sighed. “You’re wasted. We can’t do this.”
What had I been thinking? Everything about this was so f*cking wrong.
But I still really wanted to. My dick throbbed impatiently under her
round ass.
round ass.
We hated each other. Or something. I couldn’t remember exactly. Something
else held claim to the majority of my blood flow.
else held claim to the majority of my blood flow.
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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!
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.
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.
husband, ridiculously cute kiddo, and goofy dog.
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Giveaway
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Sabrina handles the administration of the bike shop that her cousins own when the last person she expected to see again walks through the door. He not only provides fire protection services, but he is also the man she was in love with until he not only left to fight fires but left her as well.
Logan is surprised to see Sabrina there but rather than acknowledging their past he pretends that he doesn’t know her. When he left her two years earlier to fight fires, he had ever intention of coming back, but the tragedy that ensued left him a damaged man.
This is a second chance at love story between a man who need to heal from the past and a woman who has been handed a lot to handle in the present. Along the way they may just find out that that the love and support they show each other may give them the future they have always wanted.
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