“The sexy, alluring bad boys of the True Brothers MC will make your mouth water.”—New York Times bestselling author Heidi McLaughlin
Amber: Two years ago I would’ve made a play for a guy like “Bam” in a heartbeat. That was before my father died in a puddle of blood in the middle of a parking lot, before I swore off his fellow bikers and their stupid “business.” But I still need answers about what happened to my dad, which is why I’m poking around at a nightclub owned by the Russian mafia. And that’s where I run into Bam, who carries me out of the club in his ridiculously strong arms like I was True Brothers property.
Bam: Motorcycle club princess Amber Bennett is the last person I’d expect to see at a club like Howl. She’s flirting with some dangerous people, and it’s my duty to step in and protect her before she gets in over her head. Like I don’t have enough on my mind without cleaning up Amber’s drama. Besides, she’s the definition of off-limits. If only she weren’t so f***ing hot. And determined to take care of everything herself. And oddly vulnerable. Because when we cross the line, I’m forced to choose between my true family—or my true feelings.
Praise for Rough Ride
“[Gillian] Archer’s expert characterization [adds] spice. She throws in a well-timed surprise and an emotionally satisfying ending that will leave readers wanting more. It’s easy to cheer for these tough characters and their tender hearts”—Publishers Weekly
“Wham bam, indeed! Sexy, gritty, MC action with heart.”—Jamie K. Schmidt, USA Today bestselling author of Hard Cover
“Bam and Amber’s story was delightful!”—The Book Disciple
“This series has captivated me. I love reading about bad boys who find their true loves with good girls. I have loved reading this series and Rough Ride was no exception.”—Read with Me
“A fun and sexy story with colorful characters.”—Cocktails and Books
Look for all of Gillian Archer’s smoldering True Brothers MC romances:
RUTHLESS | REBELLIOUS | RESILIENT | ROUGH RIDE
And don’t miss RELUCTANTLY ROYAL, “an entertaining, sexy, opposites-attract romance” (Harlequin Junkie).
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I felt a bit conflicted as I stood in front of my locker and reached for the dress that Sydney had begged me to wear tonight. For the first time since I took this job, I’d felt confident and . . . well, sexy, as I walked around the casino floor in my tiny uniform. Usually I had all these voices in my head telling me I wasn’t tall enough or that I didn’t fill out the top of my bustier enough to warrant the kind of tips the other girls got. But tonight, I could feel Bam’s eyes on me the entire night. And the few (okay more than a few) times I peeked in his direction, his hooded gaze made me feel alive. Hot and bothered, actually, if I were honest with myself. Confident, even.
And when that one guy got a little handsy, the menace emanating from Bam was intense. I knew I had to handle the situation quickly before there was bloodshed. He was ready to go to battle—for me.
But the conflicted part came in toward the end of the night when there was that weird confrontation with Bam and one of his girls. They were obviously arguing but had been quiet enough that I couldn’t make out the words. Right up until Bam sarcastically shouted “Love you,” as the woman walked away.
Okay, I might’ve been a bit curious as to what that’d been about. Who was she? A jealous ex? But then why did he shout love you? Maybe she ended things and he was heartbroken about it?
And maybe I’d be going to college next semester. Both were just as likely to be true.
But seriously, was that who his type was? She looked older than him. Was he into chasing cougars? Even given the age difference, she was gorgeous. And tall and built and everything I wasn’t.
So, I felt especially silly when I left the locker room in the dress my bestie had chosen for me to seduce Bam with. She’d been so certain that he was the one, and that my reaction to him was different. Special. Now I knew better. If that was the type of woman Bam wanted, I’d never had a chance.
Not that I wanted one, of course.
Bam’s eyes ran the length of my body before meeting mine. There was a flat, soulless quality that hadn’t been there before. His voice was barely a rumble when he finally spoke. “You know you never told me where you’re going after work. Who are you meeting up with?”
“No one.” I took off down the hallway toward the parking garage with Bam hot on my heels. At least he’d dropped the talk about my horrible uniform. But then I imagine after seven hours of watching me prance around in it, the uniform had lost its zing.
“Yeah, you said that. I didn’t believe you before, and I sure as hell don’t believe you now. Who are you meeting tonight?”
I’d reached the double doors at the end of the hallway, so I turned around to face Bam. A quick glance over his shoulder told me we were alone for the moment, so I let him have it. “No one, okay? There’s no one. I work crap hours at a job I don’t particularly like—the outfit is ridiculous, my feet hurt, and the tips suck—then I go home and pick up the pieces of my family. I don’t have time to meet anyone, so there’s no one in my life.”
“Then why the dress?”
“My best friend, Sydney, thought . . . You know what? It doesn’t matter. I’m going home, and that’s all you need to know.” I turned around and waved my key card at the sensor.
“You’re only, what? Twenty-one? Two? You got plenty of time to meet someone.”
I really hated the sensor on this side of the door. It always took forever for me to find the sweet spot that activated it. I continued to wave my card at the obnoxious thing. “Well, you would know.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“'The blonde? From earlier? It was obvious that she wasn’t happy with your . . . services.” I glared at the sensor and barely suppressed the urge to give it a roundhouse kick. Stupid machine. “You know what? I give up. Let’s go out through the casino and walk around.”
“ ‘The blonde from earlier?’ The one at the bar?” Bam’s eyebrows met his hairline. “You mean my mom?”
I froze. His mom? That woman with all the hair and dirty sneers was his mother? I slowly turned around to face him. He did that annoying thing where he raised only one eyebrow.
“I thought . . .”
“Yeah, I know.” An undercurrent of laughter tinged his words.
“It’s just . . . She was all . . . And you were all . . .”
He smirked then nodded slightly.
I sighed. “I’m sorry. I assumed, and I guess I shouldn’t.”
“I’m not gonna deny that I have been known to have some slutty ways, but no one has ever complained about my . . . services.” He paused while he took in my flushed cheeks before continuing. “But that—tonight at the bar—was a whole different shitshow.”