Brynley Bush [Black Brothers Fearless (epub)

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.FEARLESSBook One of the Black Brothers TrilogyBrynley BushFEARLESSCopyright © 2014 by Brynley BushExcerpt from Matchless © 2014 by Brynley BushAll rights reserved.Published in the United States of AmericaNames, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.Any resemblance to actual events, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author.No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright holder.Please purchase only authorized editions of this work, and do not participate in or encourage electronic piracy of copyrighted material.Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.Cover design by Kari Ayasha of Cover to Cover DesignsCopy Editing by Silver Moon EditingFormatting by Polgarus Studiowww.brynleybush.comTable of ContentsBy Brynley BushChapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourChapter FiveChapter SixChapter SevenChapter EightChapter NineChapter TenChapter ElevenChapter TwelveChapter ThirteenChapter FourteenChapter FifteenChapter SixteenChapter SeventeenChapter EighteenChapter NineteenChapter TwentyChapter Twenty-OneExcerpt from MatchlessDedication and AcknowledgementsBy Brynley BushTHE BLACK BROTHERS TRILOGYFearlessMatchlessShamelessChapter OneDamn white pants, thongs, and Lainey Wyatt, who convinced me that you can’t wear one without the other.Thanks to Lainey, who’s been my best friend since we were ten, I’m now sitting in a tastefully upholstered chair in the waiting room of Urology Health Specialists of Houston, waiting to meet with the doctor in charge of the practice’s marketing and trying somewhat unsuccessfully not to squirm.Not that anyone here can sympathize with my dilemma.In fact, the elderly men sharing the waiting room with me would probably all have heart attacks if they knew I’m squirming because the white lace thong I’m wearing keeps working its way up my butt.It seems that the female urology patient is a rare breed.I noticed the same lack of female population when I was here a month ago to meet with Dr.Matthews about implementing the marketing brochure his practice had hired me to create.But when I bought the cute white capris a few weeks ago, Lainey insisted I had to wear a thong with them so I didn’t have panty lines.I should have known better than to listen to her.Ever since my divorce a little over a year ago, Lainey has made it her top priority to help me “get my sexy back,” especially since I’ve resisted her more blatant attempts at convincing me to date again.It’s not that I’m opposed to dating, exactly.I just don’t want a serious relationship with anyone right now.I’m content with my life the way it is.I have my thirteen-year-old daughter, my freelance writing career, and my friends.I don’t need anything, or anyone else.As I’m silently cursing Victoria’s Secret, a nurse pops her head out to tell me that the doctor is ready to see me.Gathering my purse and briefcase, I follow her into a corner office lined with bookshelves and sit down on one of the leather armchairs placed in front of a massive oak desk.“He’ll be with you shortly,” she says, leaving me alone in the office.Five and then ten minutes pass, and I occupy myself responding to a few e-mails and checking my Facebook news feed.After fifteen minutes, I’ve exhausted my repertoire of things to do on my smart phone and have gone over the discussion points for the brochure in my head twice, so I get up and wander around the office, studying the accolades that line Dr.Matthews’ walls and looking at the framed photos of him and his family that line his credenza.“Ms.Hart?”The deep, cultured voice catches me off guard and I turn sharply, running smack into a hard-muscled, masculine chest.Strong fingers grip my elbows, steadying me, while simultaneously sending an electric shock through my body that raises the hairs on my arms.Stunned, my eyes travel up the wall of muscle to an impossibly gorgeous face, and my first coherent thought is This isn’t Dr.Matthews.Dr [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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