Bernie (Guardians In Love, #3)
Release Date: August 1st, 2017
“Come on, darling, forget what you should do and just do whatever you want to. Let this old cowboy spoil you rotten.” –Bernie
Blurb:
Nyla, born and raised in the In-Between realm as the princess of the Spiritum Bellatorum, has been betrothed from birth and forced to conceal the true personality within in order to project herself as nothing but the perfect princess she was taught to be.
When her brother betrays their kind, Nyla acquires an unprecedented mission to find and convince him to come home. Teaming up with the Promiscus Guardians to locate her runaway brother in the mortal realm, Nyla is introduced to the resident comedian and self-proclaimed cowboy Guardian, Bernie.
He is everything she wishes she could be outwardly and she’s instantly intrigued by his happy, easy-going nature. But, like Nyla, Bernie is keeping a part of himself tightly locked away.
What will happen when their barriers start to come down? Will they be able to overcome so many obstacles laid out before them, or will their relationship be torn apart before they have a chance to find something deeper?
Sweet Excerpt:
Holding me underneath my arms, Bernard lifted me into the air with another shout of joy. “Aren’t you just the prettiest gal at the ball!”
He said I was pretty! He actually said it!
Rigid and unable to get my body to react more than it currently was with my hands painfully clutching his shoulders, I gasped and then forgot how to breathe altogether. I was put down before I could get my brain to work properly, swooped up underneath my knees and carried out into the hallway without a breath in between.
Red suffused my body like I’d been immersed in sweltering heat, blushing a violent blood color. Finally, I was able to deliver a swift, unforgiving hit to the overstepping Guardian. The damaging blow my fist dealt to his stomach took Bernard straight to his knees. And a swift second later, my dagger was at his throat the instant his knees hit the floor.
I kept a weapon on my person always. Even in my cute, frilly dress.
“What right do you have—” I started in a low growl.
Bernard leaned forward, coming within inches of my face and baffling me when he pushed his throat into the blade. I instantly retracted my arm so that the dagger didn’t cut into his skin. And when my eyes flicked back up to his face, Bernard was grinning mischievously.
It was downright illicit the look he gave me. It made my heart start up in my chest and pulse thud loudly in my ears as I hesitated with the dagger still gripped firmly in my hand. Bernard took hold of the wrist that held my weapon, caressing the skin he touched with his thumb. Instantly, I dropped the dagger to the floor, the loud clatter echoing off the walls.
“You are mighty pretty in that dress, miss,” he said in a soft, whispery voice. One I hadn’t been prepared to hear from him.
Electricity shot down my spine and my heart skipped a beat. “What…?”
“You’re not being very nice to this lovesick cowboy,” Bernard continued, grasping my wrist tenderly and taking us to our feet.
But after a few breaths, he still hadn’t pull away and I couldn’t move; only listen as his deep, enchanting baritone continued to murmur to me as only a lover would, making my cheeks incredibly hot with each uttered word.
Steamy Excerpt:
My breathing had shallowed and grown uneven as I quivered underneath his confident touch, unable to ignore what it meant to let him go further. My chest heaved again, my body visibly trembling as Bernie’s gaze held mine. He was seeking my permission to do more, and I couldn’t help that that simple kind act renewed my desire to give the Guardian whatever he asked of me.
Pulse thudding in my ears, I returned his stare with all the strength and confidence I could muster, never having felt so weak and helpless in my life. I wished desperately that he would let me remain silent. Because, if I was forced to speak right now, I was sure that my voice would betray the hard-fought command I usually carried. The emotion was so great that I might even be overcome by it and cry for the first time since my mother’s death.
Bernie smiled affectionately, kissing me softly on the lips, as if he understood the unspoken consent in my eyes, and glided his hand beneath my lace panties. His fingers pressed lightly between my legs, touching me where I’d grown wet from his passionate kisses. A groan rumbled between us as Bernie’s fingers teased me, sliding over the wetness that had collected. I gasped sharply, hips jerking with surprise when pleasure flooded my lower half as my heart skipped over its hard, powerful beat.
Bernie drew away, groaning once more, and then his fingers were grazing over the place where everything felt infinitely more pleasurable, making my body curve upwards when it was almost too much.
“How’s a man supposed to keep it together when you’re this wet, darling? I’m barely holding it together here.”
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AUTHOR BIO: Brianna West lives in beautiful Northern California with her wonderful husband and four adorable children. She writes funny, real stories that are accompanied by humor and supernatural elements. First published in October 2015, Brianna has gone on to add several books to her main series and spin-off series since then.
Her stories feature sassy, strong heroines; hunky, supernatural heroes; a sordid amount of action; enough humor to leave you laughing all the way through; and a world that will fill you with an overwhelming desire to be a part of it.
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