Title: The Ahern Brothers Collection
Author: Claudia Burgoa
Genre: Steamy Romance
Release Date: December 16, 2020
Cover Design: A. Burgos
Two hot & sexy billionaire brothers. Two different stories. Two unexpected happily ever afters.
Enjoy this collection of steamy romances now!
Stories included:
Begin with Me
Back to You
Once Upon A Holiday
PLUS bonus content.
The Ahern Brothers Collection contains one duet and one full-length, standalone romance holiday.
“So, check this out,” I say, “at the airport, I had one of those ‘you grabbed the wrong luggage’ moments. It was an accident—not my accident though. The couple in front of me grabbed my bag. It’s okay, I get it. Everyone has a black rolling bag. Everyone.”
“You don’t have it marked?” Jeannette asks, surprised.
I roll my eyes. “Of course, I do, can you not interrupt? So, I’m waiting for it and I’m already searching for my ticket because for sure I thought it’d be on its way back to Toronto. It wasn’t until this lady screamed, ‘These aren’t mine. Whose underwear is this, Leopold?’”
I lift my napkin waving it the same way the lady from the airport did with my stuff as I continue my story. “This woman flaunts my favorite pair of lacy black panties like an enemy flag for everyone to see. Needless to say, everyone on the flight from Toronto to Denver plus the airport employees had their attention toward this lady—and my intimates.”
Jeannette and Teagan are already laughing at this point.
“You’d think that’s the worst part. But it’s not,” I continue. “I cleared my throat, walked with my chin up and shoulders back to her and said, “Those are mine.”
“So, everyone at the airport saw your underwear?” Teagan asks to clarify. “I would die if that happened to me.”
I almost died, but I smile, nod, and continue, “And to be honest, I should’ve phrased that sentence better, saying something like, that’s my bag.”
“Oh-oh, what happened?” Jeannette asks. Her eyes are already lighting up because she can feel there’s something worse and much more funny coming up.
“The next thing I know she’s opening the cosmetic bag where I have my toys and shows my pink rabbit thruster, saying, ‘So, you and my husband played with your toys. Is this what you like, Leo? Play with brainless twinkies?’
“Turning to look at poor old Leopold who might be Dad’s age I said, ‘next time grab the right bag, man.’ Without missing a step, I put my things back into my bag. Looked at the agent and said. ‘There’s nothing perishable inside unless you include my edible lube. Would you mind if I leave?’
The FTA agent nodded and waved toward the exit. Talk about doing the walk of shame.”
“Only you, June.” My twin sister, Jeannette, laughs as I finish my story. Her wife is choking with laughter.
Thankfully, it’s only us tonight. Sadly, she’s going to be telling this to our three brothers. I can see how things will unfold. Jackson, the oldest, will judge me silently after laughing hard, because June, the baby of the family, shouldn’t be having sex—or sex toys. Then, Alex will be asking stupid questions to embarrass me. Jason will squeeze my hand and take the heat away from me.
“You don’t have it marked?” Jeannette asks, surprised.
I roll my eyes. “Of course, I do, can you not interrupt? So, I’m waiting for it and I’m already searching for my ticket because for sure I thought it’d be on its way back to Toronto. It wasn’t until this lady screamed, ‘These aren’t mine. Whose underwear is this, Leopold?’”
I lift my napkin waving it the same way the lady from the airport did with my stuff as I continue my story. “This woman flaunts my favorite pair of lacy black panties like an enemy flag for everyone to see. Needless to say, everyone on the flight from Toronto to Denver plus the airport employees had their attention toward this lady—and my intimates.”
Jeannette and Teagan are already laughing at this point.
“You’d think that’s the worst part. But it’s not,” I continue. “I cleared my throat, walked with my chin up and shoulders back to her and said, “Those are mine.”
“So, everyone at the airport saw your underwear?” Teagan asks to clarify. “I would die if that happened to me.”
I almost died, but I smile, nod, and continue, “And to be honest, I should’ve phrased that sentence better, saying something like, that’s my bag.”
“Oh-oh, what happened?” Jeannette asks. Her eyes are already lighting up because she can feel there’s something worse and much more funny coming up.
“The next thing I know she’s opening the cosmetic bag where I have my toys and shows my pink rabbit thruster, saying, ‘So, you and my husband played with your toys. Is this what you like, Leo? Play with brainless twinkies?’
“Turning to look at poor old Leopold who might be Dad’s age I said, ‘next time grab the right bag, man.’ Without missing a step, I put my things back into my bag. Looked at the agent and said. ‘There’s nothing perishable inside unless you include my edible lube. Would you mind if I leave?’
The FTA agent nodded and waved toward the exit. Talk about doing the walk of shame.”
“Only you, June.” My twin sister, Jeannette, laughs as I finish my story. Her wife is choking with laughter.
Thankfully, it’s only us tonight. Sadly, she’s going to be telling this to our three brothers. I can see how things will unfold. Jackson, the oldest, will judge me silently after laughing hard, because June, the baby of the family, shouldn’t be having sex—or sex toys. Then, Alex will be asking stupid questions to embarrass me. Jason will squeeze my hand and take the heat away from me.
Claudia is an award-winning, USA Today bestselling author.
She writes alluring, thrilling stories about complicated women and the men who take their breath away.
She lives in Denver, Colorado with her husband and her youngest two children. She has a sweet Bichon, Macey, who thinks she’s the ruler of the house. She’s only partially right.
When Claudia is not writing, you can find her reading, knitting, or just hanging out with her family. At night, she likes to binge-watch shows with her equally geeky husband.
She writes alluring, thrilling stories about complicated women and the men who take their breath away.
She lives in Denver, Colorado with her husband and her youngest two children. She has a sweet Bichon, Macey, who thinks she’s the ruler of the house. She’s only partially right.
When Claudia is not writing, you can find her reading, knitting, or just hanging out with her family. At night, she likes to binge-watch shows with her equally geeky husband.
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