Meet Hawke & Quinlan in SWEET ACHE - the newest
Rock Star stand-alone in the Driven Series by K. Bromberg!
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Blurb
Blurb
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....
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.
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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