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....
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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Excerpt
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.
Author Bio
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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