An all-new billionaire, enemies-to-lovers romance—part of The Baker’s Creek Billionaire Brothers series—is out this week from author Claudia Burgoa, and I have a sneak peek for you.
Excerpt
“The kick-ass lawyer quit his practice so he can find loopholes in the will?” she asks with an insolent tone. I don’t get upset. Actually, it turns me on.
What is it about Sophia Aragon that makes me angry and want her all at the same time?
My brain is aware of the contradiction. My body is beginning to give no fucks about logic and just wants her. I’ve kept my distance, but since my father’s death it’s been hard, so hard…just like my fucking dick is every time she’s near me.
Today isn’t any different. She had the audacity to wear a skirt that falls just below her knee showing off her amazing toned legs, and, of course, she has on a pair of fuck me heels. Thank fuck she’s wearing a jacket because I’d lose my shit if she’s wearing something that accentuates her gorgeous tits.
“Not to step on anyone’s toes, but his time could be used in something more…productive,” she says with a tone that makes me want to fuck her sassy mouth.
I think that’s the only way she’ll stop being so insolent.
“We’re firing most of my father’s lawyers, and he’s taking charge of all the legal affairs. In his spare time, he’s trying to find ways to make these months more…bearable.”
She nods and shrugs. “Are you going to build your own house too?”
She points toward the east of the property. “There’s a spot there. You can claim it before one of your brothers do.”
“Probably not,” I answer.
“Of course. Once this is over, you’re leaving this house and the town,” she concludes and gets out of the car.
She’s not wrong, yet, she’s not right.
After spending almost two months with my brother Hayes and his fiancée, it’s hard not to think that my life needs a few changes. Living close to them might not be such a bad idea.
Would I build a house next to them?
Probably not. I need my space. There’s a lot in the south part of town that we own, and if I play my cards right, I might call that mine. My permanent residence and my future are up in the air. Hayes promised me that after the end of this shit show I’d get what I always wanted. Since I don’t have a dream, he said we’d discover it together. As a family.
All my life I knew what to expect from everyone. Not from these guys. I’m not scared of my future, but for the first time in my life I’ve taken a leap of faith and followed the unknown. I’m investing not only my fortune, but myself into this venture, knowing that I have a lot to lose.
As I enter the house, Pierce looks at me with an annoyed face.
“What happened?” I ask out of politeness, not because I care.
Hayes is the one who gives a shit about everyone’s business. However, he’s setting up his medical practice and working on the rehabilitation of our younger brother, Mills, who blew his knee out and might not be able to play hockey again. On top of that, he’s worried sick about his fiancée who is pregnant and barely retains any food. So now, I’m the one taking his place as the concerned brother. Not that I do a good job at it.
“The more I go through our father’s will the more I hate him. Did I tune the lawyer out when he said that if any of his single sons enter into a serious relationship—like marriage or engagement—the significant other has to stay in this house too?”
I nod. “Yes. I heard that pretty clear. I’m sure you were too busy trying to figure out how to get rid of your…wife.”
He runs a hand through his hair. “Yet, she’s still here.”
“Get yourself a mistress. Maybe she’ll give you the divorce,” I joke.
Really, I’m kidding.
Whatever is happening between him and Leyla is none of my business. They have to end their marriage or find a solution to their crazy relationship. I wouldn’t support my brother if he cheats on her, even when things are so screwed up between them. One thing I hate is cheaters—well that, and relationships.
Of course, he takes it in a totally different way because he has a horrified face.
“I lose custody of the kids,” he explains. “I know you see them as animals, but they are more than that.”
Honestly, I see them as a nuisance. From never having a pet in my life, I now have to share this place with two horses, an alpaca, two dogs, and chickens. Leyla and Pierce call them “the kids.” I’m pretty sure they have names. Honestly, I don’t care much about them at all.
“Have I mentioned that you have a very strange concept of family?” … And marriage.
“It’s complicated.”
“Isn’t all of this fucking complicated?” I ask, referring to our situation.
Who the fuck lives with their brothers at my age?
It’s like our father decided to shove us into one place to find out who might become a mass murderer. I’m pretty sure it might be me—or Vance, who used to be part of some classified special forces. He still refuses to tell us what he used to do before he retired.
Find it on Goodreads:
Connect with the Author:
The Baker’s Creek Billionaire Brothers - Recommended Reading Order
(standalone stories with interconnected characters)
You Might Also Like...
by