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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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.
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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