Claiming His Pregnant Bride by Sarah M. Anderson + giveaway!

Hi everyone! I don’t want to alarm anyone but IT IS ALREADY AUGUST.

On the bright side, school starts here in a week and a half and BOY am I looking forward to it! We’ve got one more little side trip up to Chicago planned, where I’ll be giving a talk at the Chicago-North RWA Chapter meeting on Revision, but after that? It’s time to buckle down and Get Stuff Done!

UPDATE: I can’t believe I forgot the winner from last week! It’s Denise R. S.! YAH DENISE!!!

I have a new book out! Little Secrets: Claiming His Pregnant Bride is on shelves now!

Blurb: Seth FINALHas this runaway bride found the man of her dreams? 

Restless—that’s businessman and biker Seth Bolton. But when he rescues runaway bride Kate Burroughs, he wants more than he should with the lush mom-to-be. He’s never been one to settle down, and he already has plans to leave. The best he can offer Kate is a no-strings fling…

And in spite of her better judgment, Kate says yes to Seth. She needs what he can give her, for however long it lasts. But soon they’ll both have choices to make. She left the wrong man at the altar… Will Seth turn out to be the right one?

I have two things to say about this book:

  1. This is Seth Bolton’s book. Seth was a snot-nosed teenager of single-mom Jenny in Bringing Home the Bachelor. He was only about 14 in that story and I’d always planned on checking back in with him. Well, here we are! He’s now a co-owner in the Bolton family business, Crazy Horse Choppers, but he struggles with the feeling that he has to prove he belongs in the family business, since he was adopted into the family. In reality, only about five years has passed since Seth was fourteen, but in the story, about eleven years have passed, so whew! Not quite jail bait, you know? 🙂
  2. It’s no secret that I absolutely HATE this cover. I sent in models for the hero and heroine (She’s supposed to look like Princess Kate Middleton about five months pregnant and he’s supposed to look like Michael Hudson, a Native American model) and boy, did it not come out right. Instead of a model who looks even vaguely Native, I got a guy who looks like Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau’s dorky second cousin. And when I asked if they couldn’t at least find someone with brownish skin, they photoshopped the white model’s skin to be that…interesting shade of orange.

I really love this book but the cover…not so much. So please, please do not judge this book by it’s cover or, if you must, please remember that I had nothing to do with it. Authors of traditionally published books–unless your last name is Rowling, King or Roberts (La Nora!) get very little input on the covers. Just try not to look at the cover and instead picture someone as classic and lovely as Kate Middleton and as drop-dead gorgeous as Michael Hudson (and you should also follow me on Pinterest because that’s where I do storyboards for these things!)

OKAY! I feel better having gotten that off my chest. (You win some covers, you lose some, you know?) Now for an exclusive excerpt! You know I save the steamiest stuff for you!

If Kate were his, Seth would do everything in his power not just to keep her, but to keep her safe and whole and so blissfully happy that she never had to worry about anything.

Too damned bad she wasn’t his.

“Bed,” he said, having trouble thinking straight. He was personally familiar with the concept of lust—but this? This was different. More intense. He was desperate for her, and he had never been desperate before. Hard up, maybe. But not like this.

She ducked her head and turned toward the king-size bed. But Seth reached out and turned her back toward him. “Wait for me, babe,” he murmured, drawing her in close so that he could feel her breasts pressed against his bare chest. He fisted his hand in her hair. Tilting her face to his, he brought his mouth down upon hers.

He kissed her with everything he had. She made a squeak of surprise but then she melted into him. She tasted so good—he couldn’t get enough of her. And when her arms came around his waist and she slid her hands down to cup his ass, he got even harder.

He wanted to take his time with her—he was taking his time with her—but the intensity of his desire was blinding. He began to walk her back toward the bed, never taking his mouth from hers.

She came alive against him. He could almost see the moment when she forgot to be self-conscious and nervous. He could definitely taste the sweetness of that moment. He captured her little noises and need with his lips. He let go of her hair long enough to unfasten her bra and cast it aside, and then he had to look.

“Sweet Jesus, Kate,” he groaned, cupping her breasts in his hands. They were full and heavy, her nipples a deep russet red. “Perfect,” he said, brushing his thumbs back and forth over her tips and watching them tighten.

She gasped her arousal. “They’re not usually that—oh, Seth,” she moaned as he lowered his head to one and replaced his thumb with his tongue. “They got bigger. More—oh! More sensitive.” Her hands found his hair and, just like she had held him to her sex before, she held him to her breast now.

The words were slow to penetrate the fog of desire in Seth’s mind, but penetrate they did. More sensitive—that meant he needed to be gentle. It meant that if he played his cards right, he might be able to drive her to orgasm just by playing with her nipples alone.

The back of her legs hit the bed and she sat abruptly. Seth came off her breast with an audible pop. She blinked up at him, apparently surprised as to how she’d landed where she was. “Seth,” she whispered. She stroked her hands down his chest, and his stomach—then she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pulled.

They had all night. That was what Seth kept telling himself when his cock sprang free. He held his hands at his side, giving her the space to explore without making any demands. Because they had all night and he had nowhere he had to be tomorrow morning and by God, he was going to make this memorable for her.

“Wow,” she said, tracing the tip of her finger along the side of his erection, making him quiver. “I had no idea.” Seth was powerless to keep the growl inside.

Maybe he wouldn’t despise Roger. True, the man had apparently never done anything good for Kate, but on the other hand, it was going to be easy—and enjoyable—to blow Kate’s preconceived notions of sex and intimacy out of the water.

She wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked once, twice—all while staring at him intently. “Is it okay if I do this?” she asked, stroking him again.

“God, yes.” Why wouldn’t it be?

“I just…” But she didn’t finish the thought. Instead, she stroked him slowly, driving him past the point of thinking. And that was before she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his tip.

And suddenly it was too much. Before she could take him into her mouth, Seth grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away. “I can’t—Kate,” he said, not even able to get a coherent thought out. He leaned down and crushed his mouth over hers, desperate to be inside her. But at the very last second, his lone remaining functional brain cell kicked into gear—the condom. It wasn’t like he could get her more pregnant—but safe sex was good sex. He forced himself to pull away from her and went to grab his jacket, fishing the condoms out.

When he turned back to the bed, Kate was leaning on her elbows, watching him intently. There was something so right about her, about them being here together. Everything, he thought, staring at her. She was everything.

Buy LinksAmazon | B & N | iBooks  | Harlequin 


About Sarah M. Anderson

Sarah M. Anderson is an award-winning author who writes contemporary snarky and sensual romances featuring cowboys and bull riders as well as billionaires with and without babies. She won RT Reviewer’s Choice 2012 Desire of the Year for A Man of Privilege. The Nanny Plan was a 2016 RITA® winner for Contemporary Romance: Short. Sarah spends her days having conversations with imaginary cowboys and billionaires. Find out more at and sign up for the new-release newsletter at
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