HERE TOMORROW 7 PM PST. OUR GUEST GILLIAN ARCHER AUTHOR OF: RESILIENT SEE EXCERPT

HERE TOMORROW
7 PM PST.
OUR GUEST
GILLIAN ARCHER

AUTHOR OF:

Every loner needs a family—and a heart to call home. The bad-boy bikers of the True Brothers MC make good as a strong, silent type shows the right woman that he can speak the language of love.
 

With her lowlife father in prison for manslaughter, Nicole Walker keeps her distance from the biker scene—until she meets the stud running security at her best friend’s wedding. “Tank” is big, mean, and trouble from every direction. Yet Nicole can’t take her eyes off his chiseled body, or deny the pure electricity she feels when he returns her gaze. Guys like Tank are supposed to be a one-way ride to heartbreak. So why, after a scorching night in his bed, does Nicole only want more?
 

From his tour in the Marines to his sister’s disastrous marriage, Tank has seen the worst that life has to offer. Ever since his father’s death, Tank’s been fiercely protective of his family—and the True Brothers have always had his back. But nothing could prepare him for a woman like Nicole, who’s determined to break down the walls around his heart. When violence strikes, placing Nicole in harm’s way, Tank digs deep to find the courage to keep her safe—and the strength to love without limits.


I hummed with happiness as Tank carefully untangled himself. I heard the squeak of the bedsprings as he left the mattress, and then a few distant thumps as he found the bathroom, but I couldn’t find the energy to lift my head or open my eyes. I’d found my happy place and wouldn’t be evicted. I couldn’t remember a time I’d had three orgasms to my partner’s one. Most guys talked a big game, but Tank brought it. Hell, I was still seeing stars.
If this was what it was like to sleep with a biker, I should’ve done it ages ago. Bliss. But then the mattress pressed down next to me, and I remembered why I hadn’t been with a guy like Tank.
“Move,” he grunted.
I wiggled slightly to the right.
“For fuck’s sake.” Tank pushed an arm under my shoulders and one under my knees and half carried/threw me to one side of the mattress.
“What the hell?” All bliss forgotten, I rose up on one arm to glare at him. “You can’t just shove me around.”
“You can’t take your half outta the middle. I’m a big fucking guy. Share, dammit.”
“It’s my fucking bed, and I always sleep there.”
“I just gave you three goddamn orgasms. I’m not sleeping on the fucking couch.”
Well, shit. When he put it that way, it made me feel bad.
“Fine,” I huffed as I rolled over onto my side, facing away from him. I went to grab the top sheet when I realized that I was still wearing most of my clothes, including my wedge sandals. The absurdity of the situation had me giggling.
“I can’t keep up. You’re angry. You’re laughing. Did I break you? What the fuck is going on?”
“I just realized that I still have most of my clothes and my shoes on. Still.” I sat up and tugged my wedge sandals off before tossing them toward the end of the bed. I untangled my bra from my arms and sent it sailing toward my closet. But when I reached for the hidden zipper on my skirt, the memory of something Tank had said earlier stopped me. “You know we never got around to whatever your plans were for my skirt.”
“Oh, yeah.” I could hear the smile in Tank’s voice. “Leave it on. If we got time later, I wanna do it.”
I reclined back on the bed and turned slightly to face him, my earlier annoyance forgotten. Sure enough, a slight smile curved the harsh lines of his face. “Later? Are you too old to get it up again tonight?”
Tank lay on his back with his hands tucked under his head. “Christ, woman. I gave you three orgasms tonight. You want more?”
“Well . . .” Honestly, I didn’t, but it was so fucking funny to tease him. Not to mention he looked crazy hot reclined in front of me with all those flexing muscles and tattoos on display. How could I not? I rolled toward him and the tender flesh between my legs protested. I flinched. Oh, yeah, that was why.
“Christ. Are you okay?” Tank’s brow wrinkled with concern.
“Yeah. It’s just . . . you know . . . been a while.” Or at least been a while since I’d had such a well-endowed and energetic partner.
“Sorry if I was too rough. Do you need anything?”
“No, I’m just going to go take care of things in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” I fled to the adjoining bath like an escapee running from a pack of bloodhounds.
Shit, I used to be more suave about these kinda things. Tonight wasn’t my first one-night stand. Hell, it wasn’t my first one this year. But something about Tank just had me all unsettled. Usually, I was the one in control in these situations. But tonight, with him, it felt like I’d been on my back foot and stumbling around all night.
Shaking my head, I turned away from the panicky-looking woman in the mirror and took care of business. After peeing and gently cleaning myself with a washcloth, I grabbed a robe hanging on the back of the door. Turning to the mirror, I stared at my reflection again. I looked less frantic now. A few deep breaths could cure a lot. Feeling more in control, I nodded at my reflection then walked out of the room and into my bedroom.
Where I found Tank passed out asleep.
He looked troubled even in his sleep. I wondered what it was that would make a man still look like that after a bout of crazy sex when he should be at his most peaceful. What kind of life had he led? What kinda things had he seen that would make a motorcycle club normal to him? Unable to find answers to any of my questions, I ditched my robe and crawled into bed, careful not to jar the bed too much. Something told me Tank was a light sleeper and needed every ounce of peace he could get.





A bad-boy prince is tamed by a vivacious American beauty in this charming love story.

Officially, the world knows me as His Royal Highness Prince Lucien of Monaco, but you can call me Luc. A long time ago, I vowed never to let my heritage stand in the way of a good time. Now the party’s over.

With the death of my father and my twin brother, I’ve lost a part of my soul—and my freedom. My heartless older brother tells me that not only do I have to settle down, I need to marry a girl with the right bloodlines. AKA, a princess. Yeah, I’ll get right on that . . . after one last trip to Vegas.

That’s where I meet Hannah. Not only is she gorgeous and down-to-earth, she reminds me what it’s like to live completely in the moment. Plus, she has no idea who I really am. Hanging out with the locals, I feel like I can just be myself again. Besides, our chemistry is undeniable—especially after we take things to the next level.

What happens in Vegas is special, and I don’t want it to stay there. But I’ve been keeping a secret that will tear us apart. The last thing I expect, though? Hannah’s been keeping a secret of her own . . . one that might just bring us together.

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