Meet Tanner & Beaux
in HARD BEAT - the newest stand alone in the
Driven Series by K. Bromberg!
From the New York Times
bestselling author of Sweet Ache comes
a blistering new novel filled with danger, secrecy, and a desire that can’t be
sated…
Foreign war correspondent
Tanner Thomas is addicted to living on the edge. Needing the adrenaline rush of
his job to help him cope with a personal loss, he throws himself back into the
game, concentrating all his energy on getting the next big story. But when he
meets his new photojournalist, Beaux Croslyn, he can’t help but feel like he’s
losing his focus—and maybe risking more…
With secrets she won’t
address, Beaux is far from your ordinary woman. Determined to keep her
distance, she’s willing to pull Tanner in closer and hide behind the sparks
flying between them. But as Beaux’s past begins to put their relationship—and
their lives—at risk, Tanner’s determination to find the truth puts them both in
jeopardy.
He's ready to chase her to
the ends of the earth to find out if what they had was real, or if the danger
surrounding them was just an exquisite heat fated to burn out….
Excerpt
She pulls me from my lewd but damn fine thoughts when she tries to jerk
her arm from my hold. My spine stiffens some because hell if I’m up for
resistance right now. I’m emotionally drained, exhausted, and as much as I
don’t want to feel that grenade of desire sitting low in my belly, I still want
to pull its pin so I can lose myself for a bit in the soft curves and sweet
taste of a gorgeous woman no matter how fucking insolent she is.
I clench my jaw. A fleeting show of resistance before I give in to my need
and the sexual tension. She gasps when I release her arm only to bring it up to
her neck at the same time I crash my lips to hers.
And fuck yes I’m a dick for not letting her push me away, for letting my
own need for this woman who will most likely move on by the week’s end control
my actions, for taking without asking, but goddamn her small display of
independence turns me on something fierce.
I brand my mouth to hers, press my tongue between her lips as she parts
them. Her hands push me away, but the movement of her tongue tells me she wants
more. She’s a clear contradiction in all meanings of the word. Soft and supple
body, but I can feel the toned muscle beneath. Between kisses she tries to pull
back, but a soft moan in the back of her throat when my free hand cups her ass
tells me how much she wants this.
Her hands fist in my shirt at the same time my hand takes hold of the
loose bun at the nape of her neck to tilt her head back and look into her eyes.
But her mouth stays right where I want it because I’m nowhere near done with
her yet.
“I don’t like you,” she claims through gritted teeth. Our hands run
possessively over each other, but derision laced with defiance glimmers in her
eyes.
“I beg to differ.” I laugh at the ludicrousness of her statement, considering
the predicament we’re in. She tries to step back, but when she doesn’t release
my shirt, I know she still wants more.
And fuck, I’m definitely all in. I need this outlet more than I ever
realized until I was in the thick of it. I’ve kept to myself at home, fought
with my sister when she attempted to fix me up with one of her friends,
punished myself, and now with the heat of a woman’s body pressed up against me
and the taste of her kiss seared in my goddamn brain, there is no way in hell
I’m walking away now.
“I don’t like you,” she reiterates.
“Too bad,” I tell her as I go in for the next kiss. One that’s full of
angry desperation and irresistible need with teeth nipping and tongues meeting
and that ache deep in my balls taking hold of me. My hips pin her against the
cold cinder-block wall behind her.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she tears her mouth from mine, our
chests heaving. And then just when her protests stop and her tongue starts to
dance with mine again, I pull back.
“You’re arrogant and—”
“You don’t have to like me to fuck me,” I say, cutting her off. “You
just have to want me.”
She protests, and I cut her words off with my mouth on hers at the same
time my hands grab her wrists. Even as I gain the advantage, I feel like she’s
pulling out the ground from beneath my feet. “Fuck you!” She manages to get the
words out between fervent kisses.
I chuckle against her lips before pulling back and looking straight into
her desire-laden eyes. “That’s the plan.”
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About the Author
New York
Times and USA Today 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 (releasing
1/11/16)), the standalone Driven Novels (Slow Burn, Sweet Ache, Hard Beat (releasing
11/3/15), and a short story titled UnRaveled. She is currently working on new
projects and a few surprises for her readers.
She loves
to hear from her readers so make sure you check her out on social media.
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