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....
“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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