Free Brock: A Bad Boy Romance by Amy Kyle Page A

Gemma. He did it for you. You said you thought there was a connection? Well here is your proof.”
    “What do I do now?” Lizzie said as she looked up.
    “Ball’s in your court. If you want to turn that spark into a flame, then I suggest you let him know.”
    Lizzie didn’t need any more prompting. She didn’t bother with her usual disguise. She didn’t even bother changing out of her pajamas or throwing on make-up. She raced across the room and flung open the door.
    And ran straight into a hard body.
    “Whoa.” Charlie’s hands shot out to steady her. “Are you okay?”
    “You’re here,” she stuttered as she looked up. He was clearly dressed for work. His dark grey suit was cut close to his figure, and she wanted nothing more than to slide her fingers between the buttons of his crisp white shirt.
    “I am here,” he said awkwardly. “I did this thing yesterday, and I thought you might get in touch with me. And when you didn’t, I thought you might be mad at me. So I came over so you could yell at me.”
    “You came over so I could yell at you?” she repeated stupidly. She was getting lost in those blue eyes.
    “Yes. Are you going to yell at me?”
    “What?” She shook her head as she tried to regain her composure. “No. I’m not going to yell at you. I just got the article. Literally. I tend to avoid everything these days. Lizzie brought it over.”
    “Thanks for the exposure,” Lizzie called from inside the apartment.
    His shoulders straightened, and he smiled. “Well, you don’t want to yell at me. So what do you want to do?” he murmured.
    “Did you mean it? What you said? Or were you just trying to be nice?”
    “I meant every word.”
    Gemma took a deep breath. “I felt something that night, Charlie. And I’d like to see where it goes. But I don’t think it’s going to be easy. We both attract way too much attention.”
    “I don’t need it to be easy, Gemma,” he said softly. “I just need you to be on board with me.”
    “I’m on board,” she said as she smiled. She thought her heart would burst from excitement. He bent down to kiss her, and it felt right. As she wrapped her arms around him, she knew that this was only the beginning. They could forge something truly beautiful together.
    She’d started the week broke, depressed, and in the arms of the most notorious rake in the city. And now she was about to give him her heart, and she knew that she’d never look back.
    THE END
     

Desired by the biker
     
    Derrick Jonas slowed down as the figure grew closer in the distance.  It was a nasty night out, hell if he wasn’t trying to get away so badly he wouldn’t even be out on a night like this.  The rain was coming down in folds, as if the skies had opened up and a bucket was being poured down to earth.  Why was this person out on the side of the road on a night like this?  Derrick wasn’t positive until he was almost stopped and about 20 feet from the figure that it was actually a person and not simply a figment of his imagination.
                  “What are you doing out here?”  He said, looking at the soaked figure in front of him.  Her hair was long and brown; it was wet, hanging over her eyes.  Derrick looked closer at her, he barely could make out her dark brown eyes, but he saw fear in them.             
                  “Hey, are you okay?”  He asked her, walking towards her now that he had parked his bike.
    She looked up finally, realizing there was another person with her now.  Derrick saw a small spark of fear in her eyes, and she began to back up.
                  “I’m not going to hurt you.  It’s okay.  Come on; let’s get out of this weather.”  He waited to move toward her though. 
    It took a few minutes before she seemed to decide he was okay.  But she didn’t move towards him, instead her shoulders slumped in and she began to fall forward.  Derrick moved quickly to make sure she