"Sometimes love happens unexpectedly…"From New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author K Bromberg, comes CONTROL, a new novella in her Everyday Heroes Series, brought to you by 1,001 Dark Nights! Be sure to grab your copy today!
About CONTROL
From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author K. Bromberg comes a new story in her Everyday Heroes series…
Control is something Desi Whitman abhors. Why live life in black and white perfection when you can messily color outside the lines?
But when she comes face to face with SWAT officer Reznor Mayne, he’s about to show her just how good control can feel.
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"K. Bromberg always delivers intelligently written, emotionally intense, sensual romance . . ."
~ USA Today
EXCERPT
Men are on women.
Women are on women.
Grunts and groans fill the air.
There is cheering from the sidelines as bystanders
watch them writhe and buck and try to get the other off them.
“It’s like a big orgy in here,” I say to the woman
standing beside me. I don’t know her, but she’s standing like we are, back
against the gym wall, eyes glued to the men and women fighting for
positioning—moving, bucking, defending—on the mats where they’re lying.
She emits a nervous laugh and looks to me. Prim and
proper, she resembles a Stepford wife, and all I can think is that her ladies’
club decided to do this together and she’s the only one who decided to show up.
At least I’m not the only one nervous about being
here. There could be worse things I guess…like actually needing to use the
skills I’m supposed to learn here in Sunnyville Self Defense Class to protect
myself.
A group at the far side of the gym erupts in
applause, and I stand on my tiptoes to see a woman standing with her foot on
the instructor’s throat while he’s lying on the mat. His red SSDC T-shirt
matches everyone else standing around trying to look official with a whistle
and gym pants on.
“Exactly,” a deep rumble of a voice on the other
side of me says.
I glance over and whoa…all my attention
shifts from the grunts and groans on the floor to how I wouldn’t mind grunting
and groaning with the man on his cell beside me. Our gazes meet for the
briefest of seconds—chocolate-brown eyes giving me a passing glance and a curt
smile before turning back to whoever is on the phone while watching the action
beyond.
Taking my time and trying not to pay attention to
HottieMcTotty, I scan the gym. Basic blue gymnastic mats cover the majority of
the hardwood floors, basketball hoops hang from the lofty ceiling but have been
drawn up, and championship banners hang, partially hiding the painted mural of
the Sunnyville High School mascot on the wall at the far end.
But no matter how hard I try to not look back at
him, that is where my attention lands. He’s a good six inches taller than I am,
has dark hair, and his body beneath his Under Armour workout shirt hints at how
ridiculously fit he is. His bicep closest to me stretches the fabric and is
covered in a dizzying tattooed array of colors and images I can’t openly look
at to decipher. You can only do so much with a sideways stare.
But his voice. It’s like liquid sex with a rasp and
a rumble and a whole earth-shattering orgasm in between.
Hello to you, Mister
A-Little-Rugged-And-Whole-Lot-Sexy.
I listen to him talk. Not stalkerish-like…well,
maybe stalkerish-like, but damn if the background of grunting and groaning only
serves to enhance the things my mind is dreaming up.
And then it hits me.
He’s not here as an instructor—no red SSDC shirt
on. So that means he’s here as a boyfriend or a husband and therefore
completely off limits.
Damn it.
If he were an instructor, I’d make sure to be in
his group so he could grind on me for a bit…and I’m talking the pelvis kind of
grind…if I’m being truthful.
About the Author
New York Times bestselling author K. Bromberg writes contemporary novels
that contain a mixture of sweet, emotional, a whole lot of sexy, and a little
bit of real. She likes to write strong heroines, and damaged heroes who we love
to hate and hate to love.
She’s a mixture of most
of her female characters: sassy, intelligent, stubborn, reserved, outgoing,
driven, emotional, strong, and wears her heart on her sleeve. All of which she
displays daily with her husband and three children where they live in Southern
California.
On a whim, K. Bromberg
decided to try her hand at this writing thing. Since then she has written The
Driven Series (Driven, Fueled, Crashed, Raced, Aced), the standalone Driven
Novels (Slow Burn, Sweet Ache, Hard Beat, and Down Shift), and a novella (UnRaveled).
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