Bringing Home the Bachelor

Bringing Home the Bachelor

by Sarah M. Anderson

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In this Bolton Brothers novel, Sarah M. Anderson shows how one single mom at a bachelor auction can bring home the wildest ride of her life! 

Jenny Wawasuck knows that "Wild" Billy Bolton is all wrong for a good girl like her. But then she sees the bond Billy forms with her son—and feels how Billy's touch burns her skin, how his kiss ignites desires she's long ignored. So she brings him home from the charity bachelor auction. 

Now Billy has one night to stake his claim. But in a world filled with blackmailers and gold diggers, can a millionaire bad boy and a sweet single mom turn one chance into forever?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781460318379
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 09/01/2013
Series: The Bolton Brothers
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 192
Sales rank: 260,132
File size: 783 KB

About the Author

Sarah M. Anderson won RT Reviewer's Choice 2012 Desire of the Year for A Man of Privilege. The Nanny Plan was a 2016 RITA® winner for Contemporary Romance: Short. Find out more about Sarah's love of cowboys at

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In the middle of the argument—the same argument Jenny had with her teenage son every morning—she found herself lost in a daydream. Just once, she wanted someone to take care of her. Just once, she wanted to feel pampered. Just once, she thought with a sigh, she wanted to know what it was like to have the world at her feet, instead of having everyone walk all over her.

"Why can't I go with Tige after school?" her son, Seth, whined from the passenger seat. Not that a fourteen-year-old boy would cop to whining. "He got a new motorcycle, said I could ride it. Better than wasting time waiting on you to get done with your stupid meeting."

"No motorcycles," Jenny said in the tone she used for attempting to reason with her first and second graders when her patience was thin. Hopefully, she and Seth would make it to school before she lost her temper. Only a few miles to go. She drove faster.

"Why not? Josey rides hers all over the place, and you know she wouldn't do it if it wasn't safe."

"Josey is a grown woman," Jenny said through gritted teeth. This was the difference between fourteen-year-old Seth and eight-year-old Seth. The boy had always been able to tell when he shouldn't press his luck. "Josey's husband taught her how to ride, she's never had an accident, and you know good and well that she hasn't been on a bike since she got pregnant." Seth shuddered in immature horror. "May I remind you that Tige is a seventeen-year-old boy who drives too fast, doesn't own a helmet and has already crashed his bike twice? No. Motorcycles.''''

"Aw, Mom. You're not being fair."

"Life isn't fair. Get used to it." Seth rolled his eyes so hard she heard it in the dark.

"If my dad were still here, he'd let me ride."

Before she could come up with a coherent response to Seth's newest favorite guilt trip, she rounded the last curve before the Pine Ridge Charter School, where she taught two grades in one classroom. Trucks and cars were parked everywhere, with massive, stadium-style lights ripping through the soft dawn light.

Shoot, Jenny thought as Seth leaned forward to stare at the three-ring circus. The battle with Seth had made her forget that today was the first day of filming at the school.

The Pine Ridge Charter School was the only school for grades one through eight within a two-hour drive. The school had been funded and built by her cousin Josey White Plume and her aunt, Sandra White Plume. They'd finished it before the first day of school last fall, mostly thanks to the donations of Crazy Horse Choppers, which was run by Ben Bolton and his brothers, Billy and Bobby. The Bolton boys made money hand over fist with their highend, very expensive motorcycles. Josey had wound up marrying Ben Bolton—and was now pregnant with their first baby.

If that were all there was to it, it would be weird enough. But the crazy didn't stop there. Oh, no. Bobby Bolton had been filming "webisodes"—which Jenny didn't even think was a real word—of Billy Bolton building motorcycles at the Crazy Horse shop and posting the videos on the internet. Apparently, they were getting hundreds of thousands of hits, mostly because Billy cussed like a drunken sailor and occasionally threw tools at people. Jenny didn't have an internet connection, so she hadn't seen the show herself. She didn't want to. It sounded like entertainment aimed at the lowest common denominator.

But now the whole production had moved to her school. Billy Bolton was supposed to build a bike on site, teach the students how to use the tools and then the Boltons were going to auction the bike off and give the proceeds to the school. Bobby was going to film the whole thing.

Jenny didn't know which part of this plan she liked the least. Ben wasn't so bad. He was focused, intense and looked good on a bike, but he was a little too elite for Jenny's taste. He made Josey happy, though, so that made Jenny happy.

Bobby, the youngest of the Bolton brothers, talked to her only when he wanted something. He was handsome and charming and fabulously rich and she supposed that was more than enough for most women, but she didn't trust him.

She trusted Billy, the oldest, even less. He was—well, she didn't know if he was an actual Hell's Angel, but she wouldn't have been the least bit surprised to know he was in some sort of semicriminal biker gang. He was a massive man who everyone seemed mildly-to-severely afraid of. When she'd been introduced to him at Josey's wedding, he'd given off a vibe that had been something between quiet, dangerous and sexy. The combination had been thrilling—or would have been if she'd let herself be thrilled. He'd been a sight to behold, with his brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, a neatly trimmed beard and a tuxedo that fit him like a glove.

Like the other two Bolton brothers, Billy was gorgeous in his rough way and richer than sin—but of the three of them, he had waved his wealth around the least. Ben wasn't showy, but everything he owned was the best. Bobby let everyone know how rich and popular he was. But Billy? It was almost as if the family money pissed him off. Jenny had been struck mute by the way he'd glared down at her. She'd barely been able to squeak out a "pleased to meet you."

And now that man was going to have the run of her school and interact with her students.

It was one thing for that man to make her nervous while she was wearing a frilly dress at a wedding that cost more than her house and car put together. It was a whole different thing if that man looked at one of her students with that glare. She would not tolerate a whiff of improper, indecent or dangerous behavior from any Bolton, no matter how muscled he was. One step out of line, and Billy Bolton would find out exactly what kind of woman she was.

She pulled into her regular parking spot, and Seth was already out the door, gawking as a small group of people scurried around. Jenny was usually the first person at the school. She liked easing into the morning before a bunch of six-, seven- and eight-year-olds descended on her classroom. She made some tea, made sure she had all of her supplies ready and got herself mentally prepared for the day. And since Seth usually hung out in the multipurpose room practicing guitar, it was as close to Zen as Jenny got.

But today? No Zen for her. Instead, a woman yelled, "We have a problem—car in the shot," into a walkie-talkie as she brushed past Jenny while a man adjusted the lights—and managed to blind her with the beam.

Before she could shade her eyes, a figure spoke from beside her. "Jennifer? Hi, Bobby Bolton. We met at the wedding. Great to see you again. So glad to be out here, doing something good for the school. You do good work out here, and we're thrilled to be a part of it, but we're going to need you to move your car."

Jennifer. The hackles went up on the back of Jenny's neck. Yes, he'd been trying to compliment her, but her name was not Jennifer. It never had been. She had the legal documents to prove it. She was Jenny Marie Wawasuck.

She swung around slowly—slow enough that she heard Seth make a noise that sounded like snerk. Even a teen-aged boy knew better than to call her Jennifer.

"Excuse me?" was the most polite thing Jenny could come up with.

Bobby had on a headset, and despite looking like the kind of guy who rarely got up before noon, he was as good-looking as ever. "As I'm sure you know, Jennifer, we're doing the shoot this morning. We're going to need you to move your car."

It was awfully early to have her last nerve snap, but it did. "Why?"

Bobby gave her the kind of smile that made her want to punch him in the stomach. "We're setting up a shot of Billy riding in, and we need the space." Bobby's voice was less complimentary now, more a direct order. "Move your car."

Of all the arrogant…Jenny paused—a trick she'd learned long ago worked on children of all ages to command attention. She drew herself up to her full height of five foot five inches, but she was still a good eight inches shorter than Bobby. She hated craning her neck, but she didn't have a stepstool handy.

"No. This is my spot. I always park here." Part of her knew she was being a tad irrational—it's not like moving the car was a huge deal—but she didn't want Bobby Bolton to think he could steamroll her whenever he felt like it.

Too often, too many people thought they could flatten her. They thought she wouldn't put up a fight because she was a nice girl or because she taught little kids or because she had nothing—especially that. Nothing but a parking spot.

Bobby's smile disappeared and he suddenly looked tired. "I know this is your spot, but I'd think a grown woman could handle parking somewhere else for one day. Thanks so much. Vicky?" he said into his headset. "Can we get Jennifer some coffee? Thanks." He turned his gaze back to her, and his fake-happy smile was back. "I know it's early, but once you move your car and have your coffee, I'm sure you'll feel better, Jennifer."

Jenny bristled under his patronizing tone, but before she could tell him that she didn't drink coffee, much less restate her position about not moving her darned car, a shadow loomed behind her, blocking out the spotlight.

A shiver raced up her arms and across her neck as a deep, powerful voice said, "Her name isn't Jennifer." As if to emphasize this point, a massive fist swung out from the shadows and hit Bobby in the arm so hard that he had to take a few steps back to keep his balance. "It's Jenny. Stop being a jerk."

Jenny swallowed as Billy Bolton brushed past her and stood next to his brother. She was not afraid of this man, she reminded herself. So what if he was a foot taller than she was, wearing really expensive-looking leather chaps over a pair of jeans and a tight-fitting black T-shirt that didn't look like the kind that cost seven dollars at Walmart? So what if he had on sunglasses and the sun hadn't even broken through the horizon? So what if he looked like some sort of bad-biker-boy fantasy come true?

He was on her territory, by God. She would not cower, and that was that.

So she squared her shoulders, put on her don't-mess-with-me glare and stood her ground. Then she realized what Billy had said.

He knew her name.

Weird goose bumps spread from her neck down her back. She would have been willing to bet that he wouldn't have been able to pick her out of a lineup, but here he was, punching Bobby because he'd called her the wrong name.

My school, my rez, she repeated to herself as she cleared her throat. "Right. Well, have fun making your little movie, gentlemen." She turned to walk into the building at a slow, deliberate pace, but Bobby circled around.

"We haven't solved our problem."

"Problem?" Billy asked. Jenny felt his voice rumble through her. She remembered now that he'd invoked that same sort of physical response in her the other time they'd met, too.

"Jennif—Jenny's car is in the shot." Bobby quickly corrected himself before Billy took another swing at him. "We need to get you on the bike riding up to the school with the sunrise, and her car will be in the way. I've asked her to move it—for the day," he added, giving her another sexy smile, "but because it's early and she hasn't had her coffee, she hasn't yet seen the value of temporarily relocating her vehicle."

What a load of hooey dressed up in double-talk. Did he think he could confuse her with a bunch of fancy language and the kind of smile that probably melted the average woman?

"Just because Josey gave you permission to film at this school does not mean I'm going to let you and your 'crew' disrupt my students' educations," she said through a forced smile.

Then something strange happened. Billy looked at her, leaned forward, took a deep breath—and appeared to be savoring it. "She doesn't drink coffee," he said as the woman Jenny had seen earlier walked up with a steaming mug of the stuff.

Okay, Billy Bolton was officially freaking her out. Jenny had been more or less invisible to the male race for—well, how old was Seth? Fourteen? Yes, fourteen years. No one wanted to mess with a single mother, and a mostly broke Indian one at that.

But Billy? He was not just paying attention to her name, or what she smelled like. He was paying attention to her. She had no idea if she should be flattered or terrified.

"You're not going to move your car?" he asked.


She couldn't see his eyes behind his glasses, but she got the feeling he was giving her the once-over. Then, with a curt nod, he turned around, walked to the front bumper of her car and picked up the whole dang thing. With his bare hands. True, it was a crappy little compact car that was about twenty years old, but still—he picked it up as if it didn't weigh much more than a laundry basket. If she wasn't so mad right now, she'd be tempted to do something ridiculous, like swoon at the sight of all his muscles in action. He was like every bad-boy fantasy she'd ever had rolled into one body.

"Hey—hey!" Jenny yelled as he rolled her car about thirty feet away and dropped it in the grass with a thud. "What the heck do you think you're doing?"

"Solving a problem." Billy dusted his hands off on his chaps and turned to face her, as if he regularly moved vehicles with his bare hands. "You."

That absolutely, totally did it. It was bad enough she had to take a constant stream of attitude from her son. She'd tried being nice and polite—like the good girl she was—but what had that gotten her? Nothing but grief.

"You listen to me, you—you—you." Before she knew what she was doing, she'd reached out and shoved—actually shoved—Billy Bolton.

Not that he moved or anything. Pushing his chest was like pushing against a solid wall of stone. And all those stupid goose bumps set off again. She ignored them.

"I am not here for you or your brother or his film crew to treat like garbage. I am a teacher. This is my school. Got that?"

She thought she saw Billy's mouth curve up into something that might have been a grin. Was he laughing at her?

She reached up to shove him again—not that it would hurt him, but she had this irrational thought that something physical might be the only thing a man like him understood.

This time, Billy captured her hand with his massive fingers and held it. In an instant, all those goose bumps were erased by a licking flame of heat that ran roughshod over her body.

With effort, she held on to her anger and wrenched her hand away from his. "You listen to me—I don't care how big or scary or rich or famous you are—you're at my school, on my rez, mister. You make one mistake—touch one student, say something inappropriate—I'll personally grind you up into hamburger and feed you to the coyotes. Do I make myself clear?"

Billy didn't say a thing. He looked at her from behind his dark shades. The only reaction she could see was the possible curve of his lips behind his beard, but she couldn't even be sure about that.

"Mom," Seth said from behind her.

"We need to get filming, Jenny," Bobby added. He stepped between her and Billy and tried to herd her away.

She leaned around Bobby and leveled her meanest glare at Billy. "We aren't done here." Then she turned around and stomped off.

As she went, she swore she heard Billy say behind her, "No, I don't think we are."

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Bringing Home the Bachelor 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 6 reviews.
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The_Book_Queen More than 1 year ago
As I started Bringing Home the Bachelor, I wasn't sure how "Wild" Billy Bolton's story would turn out. He was the sort of mysterious, "big scary" brother that everyone was afraid of. Until Jenny came along.... Under Billy's gruff exterior lies a more complex, loyal man and I loved finding that part of him alongside Jenny. Jenny has a past. She's a single mother who became pregnant at a very young age. Billy has demons in his past, too. Because of this, they didn't simply jump into bed, or into a relationship for that matter. I loved that Anderson held off, not only was it the right decision for these two, but it made the build up that much more delicious. The love scenes were well worth the wait: sexy, emotional, and wonderfully written. I had no complaints! These scenes had meaning, and were not simply there to grab the reader's attention. I liked the interaction between Billy and Jenny's teenage son, Seth. I also enjoyed Jenny and Billy's relationship, it felt very real, as Jenny dealt with being a mom and a woman, a lover and a parent. There was one very powerful scene, where Billy tells Jenny about his tattoos, opening up to her in a way he has never done with others. There were a few other scenes that stood out, including when Seth comes to the shop to beat up Billy for hurting his mom (not physically, don't worry, but by their temporary break up). In short, I found many places throughout this book where I was either smiling, laughing, cheering, or crying with the characters. Sarah M. Anderson delivers once again, providing a great romance with real characters and emotions. I loved Billy's story, and I'm confident it will remain my favorite in the trilogy. I am curious to see Bobby's book. At this point, I can't stand Bobby, but I am hoping that Anderson will find a way to redeem him, to show more about his character and/or explain why he's such a sleek jerk.... 4.5 STARS! ~ * ~ * ~ For my full review, including favorite book quotes, please visit my blog, TBQ's Book Palace. I received an e-ARC of this book from the author in exchange for my honest opinion. TheBookQueen
MADreaderMD More than 1 year ago
Jenny is just trying to raise her teenage son and help the girls on the rez avoid the mistakes she made. She's certainly not looking to get involved with one of the Bolton brothers--especially not the big, burly, slightly scary Billy Bolton. But they're going to be seeing a lot of each other, since he's building a bike in her school's shop to help raise money for the school and to be filmed and aired in webisodes. Then Billy actually starts paying attention to her and really seems to know what is important to her--something that hasn't happened in a very long time. He is also becoming a mentor to her son. Maybe this could actually work, but Billy has secrets of his own and Jenny may not be ready to trust him if he's not straight with her. Should Jenny throw caution to the wind and risk it all at one crazy night at a bachelor auction?
HarlequinJunkie_ More than 1 year ago
Rating: 4.5 Stars Bringing Home the Bachelor (The Bolton Brothers #2) by Sarah M. Anderson tells the story of the eldest Bolton brother, Billy and a no nonsense school teacher and single mom, Jenny Wawasuck. Billy comes across as a tough guy and looks a little scary with his many tattoos. He is a big, brawny, intimidating man that has spent the past ten years escaping his past by immersing himself in his family's business, Crazy Horse Choppers. Billy creates and builds customized motorcycles, while his brother Ben manages the company finances and his youngest brother Bobby handles the marketing. Billy's prior indiscretions have caused him to be slightly reclusive and he prefers to remain out of the limelight. However, Billy is sort of famous because his brother Bobby creates webisodes of him actually building the bikes in the shop, and then posting the recordings onto YouTube. Billy's antics of swearing and occasionally throwing a tool or two has created quite a following. Elementary school teacher Jenny Wawasuck is the single mother to Seth, her fourteen-year-old son. Her life revolves around her son and teaching at the The Pine Ridge Charter School on the reservation. Even though she is just barely scraping by on her salary, it is her mission in life to give direction and guidance to young, poor, soon-to-be mothers on the reservation. Funding for the program is almost non-existent at this point and she finds herself dipping into her savings to ensure the young women at least get a snack when they meet. Jenny is an attractive, petite woman with a heart of gold. She just needs a man to share it with. Billy and Jenny meet when Billy is building a new bike for the school. The attraction between Jenny and Billy is magnetic, even though Billy's bad boy image, ink and arrogance is not what Jenny wants around herself and her students. Jenny tries to deny her lustful feelings, but it is impossible. Passion is definitely in the air. With Seth being Billy's right hand man in the school's shop, they are able to see each other every day. Billy knows that any sane woman would not want him but Jenny is not like other women and she is not afraid of him.Will this unlikely pair find love in each other..?? Bringing Home the Bachelor is a very well written romance with great chemistry between the characters and the best part is that it is written with both Jenny and Billy's POV. The anticipation from the start was great and the romance was filled with sparks, and sexual tension with the road bumps being few and towards the end. I loved the way Jenny stood up to Billy, who was a true sensitive bad boy with a huge heart inside all that tough exterior. Overall Bringing Home the Bachelor by Sarah M. Anderson is a hot romance with an inspiring plot, a book for any die hard romantic :)
PrincessFiona More than 1 year ago
I loved Billy Bolton. What more needs to be said. He is the most adorable tough guy with a marshmallow heart of gold (am mixing metaphors). To the outside world, and the fans of the webisodes Bobby Bolton is making to advertise the bike shop, he's just a big, scary, tattooed hulk of a man who curses a lot and throws tools. Conned into building a motorbike as a fundraiser for the school on the reservation, he runs into school teacher Jenny Wawasuck who he met briefly at Ben Bolton's wedding. (Straddling the Line). Jenny is very respectable. She has a teenage son around fourteen, Seth, who is nearly the age she was when she fell pregnant. Her life revolves around Seth, her teaching and the classes she does after school to support teens on the reservation who are pregnant or at risk. At first glance they look an unlikely pairing, but fatherless Seth becomes the catalyst for building a connection when he becomes Billy's assistant on the bike building project. And of course there is the sizzle... Billy is the first guy in a long while (a really long while) to light Jenny's fire. But there is Seth, and there is his past and there is a story behind each of his tattoos. This was a lovely story watching Billy and Jenny grow and develop together. They find they have far more in common than they first realised and it's not just the sexual attraction. Their combined parallel history as a barrier is challenging but not unrealistic and the end was very emotionally satisfying.