Piper Dreams
The Dreams Trilogy, #1
The Dreams Trilogy, #1
by Amélie
S. Duncan
Publication date: January 3rd 2016
Publication date: January 3rd 2016
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She needs an adventure.
He’s looking for an escape.
Together, they just might find what they both need.
Journalist hopeful, Piper Rowe is
searching for a story–the perfect lead to get her a coveted spot on a
prestigious journalism team. Running into a cross-country biker group just
might be the serendipitous happening she needs.
The only problem?
The sexy and protective
gatekeeper, Brody Whitehurst doesn’t want her tagging along, refusing to let
her document the trip. But after a threatening altercation riles him, Brody
relents, suddenly feeling the need to protect Piper. As Piper and Brody begin
their quest to realize their dreams, they discover running is never the answer.
Can two people, one with a broken past, one with an uncertain future, find what
they’re looking for on the open road?
This is Part One of a Three Part
Contemporary Romance Trilogy. This story contains adult situations, themes, and
explicit sexual content.
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“You think you’re too good for me?” he
gritted.
I glared
at him. Where the hell did that come from? I wanted to get away from him and to
try to deflate whatever this was turning into. “No. I don’t, but don’t you
already have someone waiting for you?”
“Why not
you? Can’t you be waiting for me?” he said tightening his hold.
“Let go,”
I said, my tone sharp.
“What if
I don’t?” he said running his free hand over my hip.
I was
stone cold sober now and had had about enough of Taylor. I twisted toward him
and kneed him hard in the groin.
He bent
but recovered quickly enough to grab both my arms roughly. “Why the fuck did
you do that, bitch?” he said, shaking me.
I twisted
around quickly and broke his hold. I let out a yell.
“Hey.”
His eyes darted around.
This
time, he wasn’t fast enough, or maybe he caught me at the end of this terrible
day. I became a whirlwind of kicks, bites, and scratches. It was something my
mother and father had taught me to do if someone ever tried to attack me.
“Fuck,
that hurts,” he griped, shoving me away from him.
My back
hit the wood panel wall, but it might as well have been the ropes in a boxing
ring. I sprung forward ready to have at him again, but someone grabbed him
first, slamming him hard against the space next to me. He twisted Taylor’s arm
high up behind him.
“Hey, I
was trying to get away. She was the one hurting me,” Taylor moaned between
wheezed breaths.
“Asshole.”
I spat at him, and my foot flew out and connected with his shin. That brought
on a slew of nasty name-calling from his mouth. But coming from him, I didn’t
care.
“I should
let her continue kicking your ass.” A deep voice growled out.
I finally
stepped back and looked at my defender, and my adrenaline surged. It was none
other than Brody. His wild eyes stood out from the carved features of his face.
His black t-shirt was slightly askew, showing off a beautifully etched tribal
tattoo as his strong muscular arms held Taylor in place.
“I’m
sorry, Piper. I’m going to leave. Please,” Taylor said, interrupting my
gawking.
Brody
tweaked his arm as he looked at me, and Taylor cried out.
I
glowered at Taylor. “If he lets you go, you best get the hell out of here.”
“If I see
you when I step back in there, I’ll fucking break your arm,” Brody added,
shoving him hard. It didn’t stop Taylor from getting up from where he landed
and running down the hall.
My
adrenaline rush drained fast, and I leaned against the wall and sunk to my
knees. I could feel the air on my left shoulder letting me know my shirt was
stretched. I was probably flashing my bra, but I sat there, frozen to the spot.
My hands were trembling. I saw Brody’s jeans appear in front of me.
“He’s
gone,” he whispered.
His hands
slowly moved to my thigh and gently took my hands in his. A blanket of
goosebumps broke across my skin. His hands were large enough to cover mine. They
were slightly calloused and warm. I found them soothing.
“I’m
alright. I just didn’t expect that,” I rasped, taking in a shallow breath.
He
carefully let go of one of my hands and quietly eased my shirt back on my
shoulder. Then took my hands again, holding them and rubbing his thumb against
the back of them. Sensations coursed through my body. I flicked my eyes up to
his and my lips parted. His eyes were soft and framed in a thick layer of
lashes. I gasped. Heady. He was stunning.
He leaned
close to my ear. “Are you okay?”
I nodded
and inhaled his scent. He smelled of cologne and polished leather.
“Thank
you,” I whispered.
“I didn’t
do much. You kicked his ass,” Brody said against my ear.
I
laughed. I was feeling better and turned my head to tell him. I moved too fast
and collided with his chin. “Sorry,” I said reaching over to soothe it, but he
was on his feet.
“Haven’t
learned my lesson eh, Sprite?” He laughed and rubbed his jaw.
I sucked
on my bottom lip and apologized again. He gave me a smile that showed off his
dimples, and it sent a shiver up my spine. He held out his hand again, and I
clasped it and climbed to my feet.
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Author Info
Amélie S. Duncan writes
contemporary, erotic romances with a dark edge. Her inspiration comes from many
sources including her life experiences and travels. She lives on the West Coast
of the United States with her husband.
Find out more about her books by
going to her website at
http://www.ameliesduncan.com/
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