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