Title: Building Bridges
Series: Bridges Brothers #1
Author: Lia Fairchild
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Amy Queau
Photo: Shauna Kruse
Model: BT Urruela
Cover Design: Amy Queau
Photo: Shauna Kruse
Model: BT Urruela
Release Date: January 16, 2020
Blurb
Former soldier Logan Bridges never imagined he would go from
serving his country to helping raise a house full of children after a
devastating family loss.
Dealing with his rowdy siblings and cousins proves to be
almost as treacherous as the battlefields he left behind. And though he’s
committed to making it work, he soon finds he’s in over his head.
Until someone from Logan’s past, steps in to help.
Mollie has always been independent, but finds herself
growing attached to the family, including Logan, and discovering there’s more
to life than working and solitude.
Logan and Mollie quickly form a strong bond, and when
attraction brings them closer, they agree getting involved wouldn’t be good for
the children. But when they both struggle to keep the blurry line of friendship
between them, Mollie won’t take that step unless Logan can open up and face his
painful past.
Series info:
The Bridges Brothers series follows four brothers as they
attempt to navigate life and love after a tragic family loss. Each book can be
read as a standalone but is more enjoyable read in order.
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Excerpt
I quickly check my messages and when I look up, a guy is standing next to
Mollie, talking to her.
I see her smile at him and it doesn’t look any different than the one she
shows me, which kind of pisses me off. I’d expected one of those plastered
polite deals that uninterested women give men until they leave.
As I sidle up right behind the two, she laughs, and my heart is strangled
when her wannabe dimple appears. That’s my fucking dimple. I don’t say
anything, waiting for them to acknowledge me.
“You need something, buddy?” the guy says, looking me straight in the
eye. His face says annoyed, as if he’d invested the night instead of arriving
literally seconds ago.
“Not a thing…except maybe for you to go find a seat somewhere. You’re
blocking my chair.”
He ignores my words and dips his head in Mollie’s direction. “He your
boyfriend?”
“No,” she tells him.
That blows me out of the water. Of course, I’m not her boyfriend, but
telling him straight up “no” wounds me.
“Maybe I could get your number,” he tells her.
Am I not standing right freaking here?
I laugh. Out loud, because no matter what, it’s ridiculous that she’d
give a guy her number when she came with me. Isn’t it?
“Hey, man. We’re trying to have a conversation here.”
I can hear him, but I’m no longer looking at him. My eyes are burning a
hole into the side of Mollie’s head, waiting for her to set him straight. Then
I see the slow twist of her body, her eyes flicking my way, and the easy grin
take over her mouth. Either she’s really enjoying my pain, or she’s getting off
stringing this guy along. Either way, I’m relieved that smile is not for this
jackass.
“She just said you weren’t her boyfriend,” the guy reiterates.
I already feel like a first-class idiot, but my next words will boost me
into champion status. “Yeah, well, I’m her…somebody. So, you can leave now.”
He scoffs. “What the hell is a somebody?”
“It’s the person who makes sure you don’t do stupid shit like giving your
number to a douche at a bar.”
He looks at Mollie as if she’s going to correct me. She shrugs with a
head tilt but her face clearly gives him confirmation. When he turns his
attention back to me, she covers her mouth to hold back a laugh.
“Screw both of you.” He takes a step back and lifts his drink. “She’s not
hot enough for me to kick your ass.”
Author Bio
Lia
Fairchild writes romance and women's fiction. Fans of her books praise her
endearing, real characters that come to life in stories that will touch your
heart.
Fairchild
is addicted to the warmth of Southern California and holds a bachelor's degree
in journalism and a multiple-subject teaching credential. She is a wife and
mother of two.
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