Synopsis
The New York Times bestselling author of Slow Burn turns up
the heat when a sexy bet turns into so much more....
Hawkin Play, the bad boy rock star with a good guy heart,
has lived a lifetime of cleaning up after his twin brother’s mistakes. Hunter’s
most recent screwup could land Hawke in jail and risk the band’s future. Hawke
agrees to guest lecture at a local college to stay in the judge’s good
graces—and a bet with his bandmate to seduce his sexy teaching assistant is
icing on the cake.
Quinlan Westin is harder to bed than Hawke imagined. She
knows his type and is determined to avoid the rocker at all costs—even if their
attraction runs deeper than simple lust.
Just as Hawke might finally be winning over the girl, his
brother has other plans. When Hunter realizes his twin finally has a weakness,
he’ll stop at nothing to take advantage....
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Excerpt
Quinlan
“Now you guys need to get going so you have time for Quin to
give you the complete rundown,” Professor Stevens says.
Of course she has no idea the double entendre she’s just
given Hawkin about me giving him a complete rundown, but I know Hawke catches
it. I manage to resist the urge to stomp my feet in frustration and storm out
of her office like a toddler. Instead I give her a tight smile before turning
and walking out of the office and then the department.
I stand there in the sunshine, waiting for him to get his
ass in gear and quit wasting my time. When I finally hear the door open I just
start walking and the sound of his boots is the only inclination that he’s
following.
“I’ve got longer legs than you Trixie,” he chides from a few
feet back. “But feel free to keep swinging your hips like that, and I’ll stay
right here behind you and enjoy the show.”
I bristle at the comment. At the moment there’s no authority
to be respectful of, no damage that can’t be undone.
“A show?” The pitch of my voice escalates as I whirl around
to face him—sunglasses on, hair disheveled, and I wish I hadn’t turned around
because damn, he’s just that devastatingly fine. I’m quiet for a beat as we
both appraise each other from behind darkened lenses. His dark hair, tanned
skin, and cocky smirk pulls at those parts of me I don’t want to be pulled.
“You want to talk about a show.” I grit the words out, trying to push my
physical attraction to him from my mind. “Let’s talk about your little
performance for Dr. Stevens.”
“I know. I’m good, huh? Sorry but a man’s got to do what
he’s got to do . . . Besides, I wasn’t done with you yet.”
My mouth falls lax and I’m momentarily flabbergasted. “Done
with me yet?” I sputter the words when I’ve recovered my wits at his arrogance
run amuck . . . But I can’t deny the little flutter in my belly at his comment.
There’s just something about him aside from the whole I’m a rock-star thing,
that makes me desire him in a way I can’t put into words.
“Yep.” He says casually as he unwraps a Starburst and pops
it into his mouth. And I hate that I’m fascinated with watching his mouth suck
on the sweet candy. Luckily he speaks so I can distract myself from the
captivating sight. “I’m pretty sure you have a usefulness . . . I’m just trying
to figure out what that is.” He licks his lips. “Well, besides the obvious,
that is . . .” Smirk is handily in place and I hate that ache starting to
simmer in my core.
“Why don’t you go suck a—”
“Relax,” he says, angling his head to the side and emitting
a laugh as he steps closer to me. “I’m just teasing you. You’re so damn easy to
rile up and so hard to resist. Plus you’re even hotter when you’re pissed. I
like it.” He shrugs an apology, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his jeans
with a sheepish grin that softens all those hard edges and makes me sigh with
the contrast of characteristics. He holds a red Starburst out to me as a peace
offering. “C’mon, you know you want to be the star to my burst.”
We’ve stopped, my hands are on my hips, and the sun is falls
around us as hewaits for me to react to his innocent little comment. Deep down
I know I’m screwed. I feel an urge to smile but immediately realign my
defenses. The contradiction he presents, the smooth with the rough, is the one
thing that I always fall for when it comes to men.
And I’m not going to fall for Hawkin Play.
About the Author
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author K. Bromberg
is that reserved woman sitting in the corner who has you all fooled about the
wild child inside of her—the one she lets out every time her fingertips touch
the computer keyboard.
K. lives in Southern California with her husband and three
children. When she needs a break from the daily chaos of her life, you can most
likely find her on the treadmill or with Kindle in hand, devouring the pages of
a good, saucy book.
On a whim, K. Bromberg decided to try her hand at this
writing thing. Her debut novels, Driven, Fueled, and Crashed of The Driven
Trilogy were well received and went on to become multi-platform bestsellers as
well as landing on the New York Times and USA Today lists. Her other works
include a short story, UnRaveled, and a companion piece to The Driven Trilogy
titled Raced. She is currently working on three stand alone Driven novels, Slow
Burn, Sweet Ache, and Hard Beat. She also plans to release a novel addressing
the 10 year gap at the ending of Crashed in late fall 2015.
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