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  Brock

  A Bad Boy Romance

  By: Amy Kyle

  Table of Contents

  Brock

  Bonus book I am his gift

  Bonus Book Desired by the Biker

  Bonus book He Owns Me

  Bonus Book Rockstar – Book 1

  Bonus Book Control My Hunger

  Bonus Book Mating Desire

  Bonus Book Love & Lust Spell

  Bonu Book Feel The Hunger

  Bonus book Chaser

  Bonus Book Drawn To One Man

  Bonus Book Gifted Lance

  Bonus Book Loved by Bear

  Bonus Book Tamed by the bear

  Bonus Book Hunted by the Bear

  Bonus Book Captivated by the Seal

  Bonus Book Hot Alpha Seal

  Bonus book Wild Beast

  Bonus Book Kiss by Forbidden Vampire

  Bonus Book Triggered Love

  Bonus Book Secret Admirer

  Bonus Book Naughty Nighty

  Bonus Book That Little Thing

  Bonus Book Seductive Temptations

  Bonus Book Unsealed Desire

  Bonus Book One night with the bear

  Bonus Book The Bear’s arranged mate

  Bonus Book Highland Rescue

  Bonus Book Unspoken Truth

  Bonus Book Limits of danger

  Bonus Book Heal my heart

  Bonus Book Seduced by Highlander

  Bonus Book Alpha’s heart

  Bonus book Unwanted mate

  Bonus Book Tease me

  Bonus Book Untamed Highlander

  Bonus Book Possessed by Highlander

  Bonus Book Keeper of Dragon’s Heart

  Bonus Book Entrapment

  Bonus Book Dipping In Curves

  Bonus Book Heal Me

  Bonus Book Love Fight

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  BROCK

  Chapter 1

  “I want you to know that I’m always going to be in your corner. I asked you to put yourself in my hands and I promised that I would get you through this one way or another. I know that you’re scared and I understand that you’re apprehensive about going under the knife. I’ve done everything that I can, but I’m afraid that the surgery is your last resort.” Stephanie stood with her long reddish blond hair and 5’6 frame making for quite the sight. Her lab coat was snugly around her very attractive and gym worthy body. In any other circumstance, this man sitting across from her would be drooling over the prospect of being with her. “I don’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but sometimes I have to tell them the truth. I can work miracles and I was hoping that I could do that for him, but it appears that his condition has gotten worse. The spot on his brain scan has grown considerably. The medication that I prescribed was not working.

  “I don’t know why you just didn’t tell me this over the phone.” Arnold Julius was an up and coming PGA star that had the accolades and the sponsors clamoring for the chance to sign him on the dotted line. An unforgiving accident driving drunk had caused him to not only to lose his livelihood, but now his life was in jeopardy. “This can’t be happening. I need some time to think about this.” He was distraught and felt like the universe was closing in on him. He knew that going underneath the knife meant possible brain damage or even death. If he had his choice, he would rather die on the table than to live, as some sort of vegetable.

  Stephanie put her hand on his shoulder. This momentary comfort gave him a license to cry on her shoulder. She tried to talk to him, but he was inconsolable. This was the part of the job that she didn’t enjoy at all. She was getting burned out and she needed time to recharge her batteries someplace tropical with some bronzed bodies and tropical drinks. She could already feel the warmth of the sand underneath her toes and the baking sun bronzing her skin and turning her into a desirable creature of the night. “I have basically given him a death sentence. His only hope is a surgeon that is worth his salt. I’ve given him my two best recommendations. The rest is in the hands of him and god. I can’t

  get emotionally involved. If I do, I will only lose myself and that is not something I’m going to allow to happen.

  Arnold wasn’t happy by this prognosis, but he didn’t really expect for himself to break down. Her warm hand on his shoulder made it necessary to show his grief and mistrust of the medical profession. He would go under the knife and hope for the best. “I know that you have done everything that you can, Dr. Wallace. There’s been nobody like you. Everybody told me that it was a lost cause, but you said that there was hope. Hopefully that was not an error in judgment on your part. I’m grateful for the time that I have been given. I wish that it could be longer and maybe it can. Only time will tell.” Arnold didn’t feel like he was living up to his reputation as a strong and confident black man.

  Stephanie watched him go out of the office and then he smiled back meekly. She wanted to run to him and tell him that things were going to work out, but she wasn’t sure she believed it herself. She heard her nurse, but mostly it was coming through a tunnel. She was more concerned with Arnold and what his state of mind was like. She wasn’t sure if he could truly understand that it wasn’t a lost cause.

  “I don’t mean to interrupt your thoughts. I’m sure that you have a lot on your mind, but I believe you will want to hear this. Your father Coach Avery has asked me to tell you to look at your messages. I’ve never heard him sound so worried. I hope that there hasn’t been anything that is going to prevent him from winning the championship for the town.” Jennifer Belle was a consummate professional, but when it came to college football she was a fanatic. “If there’s anything that you can do to make sure that the cup comes home to this town, then I implore you to do whatever you can.” Jennifer was a diehard football fan and this town’s college team was on the cusp of doing something that would make this town proud.

  Stephanie looked at Jennifer and her bubbly personality and she wanted to shake her. There didn’t seem to be anything that rattled her or made her feel like life was getting her down. She was always enthusiastic and the fact that she was the coach’s daughter had given Jennifer a reason to take the job out of hand. Jennifer had long dark hair and a body that was matched by an equal personality. She liked to play it fast and loose with the boys and this was not something that Stephanie had in common with her.

  “I’m sure that I’m not taking anything that you say seriously at the moment, Jennifer. I had to give Arnold some bad news. I know

  that I shouldn’t let it weigh heavily on my mind, but sometimes I can’t help it. There are those that get underneath my skin. I try not to personalize my practice, but I can’t help it. I’ve always been a people person.” “I wish that I could say the same thing for my love life. It’s been on life support from the moment that my ex boyfriend decided to take a job overseas. I thought that it was his way of telling me that we needed to see other people. I mistakenly thought at the moment of his declaration that he wanted me to join him. It became painfully obvious that he had no interest in securing this relat
ionship.”

  “I don’t think that you should get caught up with other people’s problems. You’ve told me from the moment that you hired me that we should never take our job home with us. With that being said, maybe it would be best to dedicate your time to something that will be more worth your while. Coach Avery has all the hopes and dreams of this town on his shoulders.” Jennifer was using this as a way to give Stephanie some time away from the office. “Go and talk to your father and see what he wants. It will do you good to get some perspective. Stop and buy yourself something nice and put a smile on that face.” In a past life, Jennifer was a motivational speaker. She’d gone to several high schools to put people on the straight and narrow. She had left that and went to nursing school after one of those kids decided that a life of crime was where the money was at. She felt responsible, but what she didn’t realize was that this kid was on the downward slope from the moment that he was old enough.

  “I don’t have any pressing engagements for the rest of the day. I was planning to leave the office early. I could swing by and see what my father wants. I’m not promising anything. I’m surely not going to throw a team member underneath the bus for the chance at the championship. I will conduct myself with my Hippocratic Oath intact. I will do no harm to others.” Stephanie grabbed her short black leather jacket. She had those lives in the palm of her hand. This led to her buying something a couple of months ago on a whim. “I’m really looking forward to strapping into my Harley Davidson and hitting the open road. I need that adrenaline rush and the feeling of freedom running through my veins.”

  She went down to the parking garage and saw her black and red motorcycle creation staring her back. It was a beautiful design with blue lightning bolts and flaming fire that made her quite the conversation piece. She’d taken it to a custom shop and had paid an extravagant amount of money to get them to make it exactly to her specifications.

  “I see that look in your eyes. Believe me; I have that same look on the weekends. That is a beautiful piece of hardware. I don’t suppose that you know anything about motorcycles. Is this a hobby, or is this a lifelong dream that you have made a reality?” This was one of the new doctors in the office. His name was Jeremy Nicholson. He had liked Stephanie from the moment that he had come on board, but he had sensed that there was something painful in her past.

  “I think that I bought it out of a knee jerk reaction to rebel against my parents. My mother is no longer around, but my father is always constantly on my back. The first day that I bought this thing, I made it my mission to drive over to his home and rev the motor. He came screaming out of the house and I only smiled. I turned and drove away with him shaking his fist in disbelief that I would put my life in danger like this.” My father had sent me an attachment on my phone. There were no names mentioned. He was worried that this was going to get out to the public and wasn’t taking any chances even with his daughter. The results of the scans were a little disturbing. That knee would need major rehabilitation. He was asking for a miracle and I wasn’t sure that I was gonna be able to give him what he wanted.”

  “I know what it’s like to have a domineering father and believe me it’s not easy to get their approval. They expect so much from you that they don’t realize that you have your own mind and your own ideas about where your life is going to go. I did go into medicine for my parents, but I didn’t exactly make them proud by taking a lucrative role in sports medicine. They wanted me to be a surgeon, but for me it was all about those dreams that had yet to be fulfilled. I lost my chance to play professionally when I blew out my knee and my shoulder at the same time. Not to mention that I had a heart condition that needs to be monitored each and every day for the rest of my life.”

  “I guess we do have something in common. My father has always stressed the importance of family, but mostly he has the team on his mind. He wants to project that family man persona, but it’s not exactly the truth. I believe that my mother died of a broken heart. He was never able to give her the kind of time and dedication that a family deserves. He had his eye on the prize. That is not more evident than today and this weekend. If he can make it through to the finals, then that elusive cup will be right there for the taking. He’s looking to secure his position on the football team.” “I had dated Jeremy for one night of complete boredom that made me

  want to blow the back of my head off. He was a good friend, but I didn’t see it going beyond that. I’d made it very clear to him that I wasn’t interested in a relationship. He had done me the service of not pushing the issue.”

  “I think that we do these things for our parents, so that they can live vicariously through us. I’m sure that a lot of kids do that to get their parent’s approval. I can’t say that I’m not happy with what I’m doing, but I always get this distasteful look when I walk through the door on Christmas holidays. They jokingly get underneath my skin, until I dismiss it out of hand. I can’t let them see that their words hurt. It won’t stop me from going home, but maybe I should take a page from your book. They have never seen my motorcycle. It’s a long journey, but maybe it would be worth it to see the expression on their faces.” Jeremy could almost imagine the shocked and stunned expression on his family’s face. He loved them, but he didn’t need their constant needling or asking him when he was going to settle down with a good girl.

  He didn’t like the good girls and maybe that was what was keeping him from pursuing something more with Stephanie. He liked the raw sexuality and the attitude that would be wild in the bedroom. He had his fair share of young women and older alike that showed him what a real woman could do behind closed doors. It didn’t seem to matter where he found his next conquest. It could be one of his patients, or could be in the grocery store picking up a zucchini that was close to the size of his package. It was a great way to get them to know what his endowment was without having to sneak it into a conversation. It was his way of lightening the mood.

  “You should really do that, Jeremy. That might get them off your back about having a family or settling down.” “I put my helmet on and I feel it snug in place with the visor keeping anybody from knowing exactly who it was. I straddled that thing and felt the vibrations coursing through my body. I’d changed into a nice tight pair of jeans and a black leather jacket open with my red blouse showing off my obvious treasure. Being a little bigger upfront had made me quite the spectacle.”

  Chapter 2

  Stephanie drove her motorcycle over to the auditorium where her father worked. The weekend would have this place packed to the rafters to see who was going to move on and who was going to be left crying in their beer. This was going to be the seventh and final game. Both teams were evenly matched, but her father’s had the edge over the competition. Their star quarterback Brock Nevins was sidelined with an injury and it finally dawned on Stephanie that maybe that was the reason why she was here.

  Stephanie saw Jake Eagles, a retired football star in his own right standing at the front door getting that necessary smoke break.

  Jake saw Stephanie arrive and began to shake his head in disbelief that she would actually have the gall to ride that thing here of all places. He had heard several arguments between her and her father on the subject. It was like she wanted to get a rise out of him and maybe that was the only way that she felt like she was getting the attention that she deserved.

  “I could swear that was you, Stephanie, but that can’t be. The Stephanie that I know would never try to push his buttons, especially when we are getting so close to the championship. Do you know that he hardly ever sleeps anymore? He pops caffeine pills like they are tic tacs. I believe that there is only one person that can help him and that’s you. Tell him that he’s burning the candle at both ends. Get him to delegate and maybe that will help him to soothe his troubled nerves. You know that he has a high blood pressure and bringing that thing here is not going to help matters any.”

  “He may not like it, but I really don’t care. It’s a nice spring
day and I decided to get it out of the garage. I don’t have many opportunities to drive and when I do I take it. You think that he can tell me what to do, but that is not how our relationship works. He might be able to do that with his teammates, but I’m not one of those that he can browbeat into doing anything. I came over here as a courtesy.” “I know how hard he rides his players. I’ve seen it time and time again. Some are not used to that kind of discipline. He demands nothing, but the best. There are times that I’ve seen players break under the strain of his command. I’ve gone to a few of his Sermons before a big game. It wasn’t so much a speech than it was a proclamation from god. He could really get them hot

  under the collar and then throw them like wild Jackals at the enemy.

  Stephanie knew that her father was a pigheaded chauvinistic older man that was stuck in his ways. Seeing him at his desk going over plays was like seeing a throwback to her childhood.

  Avery looked up from his desk and saw his daughter. He could only hope to god that she was the answer to his prayers. He motioned for her to come in and she sat down with her legs crossed in a ladylike fashion. He couldn’t get over how much alike she was to her mother. He remembered when he first got with her mother. They may have had different styles, but what he saw in his daughter was the same thing that he saw in his soon to be wife back in the day. They both had attitudes and knew how to emasculate a man into a certain submissive position.

  “I’m sure that you have perused the file that I have sent you already. I’ve called for that specific player to come to the office right away. I want your honest opinion and to tell me straight if you think that he can play this weekend. I don’t want to injure him, but I think it’s necessary to find out what he’s capable of.”