"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.
Grab your copy of CONTROL today!
Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon Canada | Amazon AU
Download the Free Kindle App
"K. Bromberg always delivers intelligently written, emotionally intense, sensual romance . . ."
—USA Today
Review:
3 out of 5 stars
I really hate the mention of exes in a novella. The space is limited and I feel like there is no need for them. So, when in this book Desi's latest friend with benefits came into the picture I knew that I had to quit the book or risk souring the whole story. I am still not over it, especially since it stole precious lines from Desi's PTSD. I would have loved a better explanation of her feelings because at this moment, I feel like I didn't know her at all and I couldn't understand that she went through. To me, she is just a stubborn person who should have done a lot of groveling and gone to the therapist. Reznor was always there for her and he was protecting her in a way that wasn't overbearing, but at the same time, made you feel loved and protected. He deserved something more. Someone who appreciated him more and tried to do something to keep him close. He did all the work to a point where I got frustrated. Desi did nothing but push him away from page one until almost the last of the story. This book could have gotten 5 stars from me, but I couldn't relate to the heroine and there were some things that were just plain frustrating. I would love to have a Reznor for myself. He was loyal and loving and everything one could ask. The secondary characters were fun and the saved a part of the book.
Excerpt:
“That ego of yours is going to be sore tomorrow.”
“Why’s that?” he asks.
“It’s working out right now, flexing its muscles and doing some heavy lifting.” It’s pretty damn hard to be sarcastic when the man still touching you is making you want to lean in and kiss those sexy lips of his and prove just how right he is.
And just how wrong you are.
A sheepish smile paints his lips. “Ah, but you like the muscles.”
I like a whole lot more than the muscles.
“Mmm.” It’s all I trust myself to say.
He leans in closer. I can feel his breath feather over my lips and the look in his eyes—one that says his interest is as strong as mine: hungry and aroused as hell—is enough to make every part of me want to step forward and into him.
But I don’t.
I want to.
But I also want to slow down whatever the hell this is.
“Hey, Desi,” he murmurs as he leans in close enough that both of our eyes flicker down to the other’s lips as we breathe the same air.
“Hmm?”
“You look gorgeous in that color.”
Oh sh*t.
I just swooned.
First flutters.
Now swooning.
Both are things I never do.
“Thank you.” My voice is barely audible when I finally swallow around the lump of desire clouding in my throat.
“For?” he asks, the rumble of his voice a seduction all in itself.
“For fixing my sprinklers.”
“And?”
“And for the compliment.”
His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “No need to thank me.”
Time feels like it slows as we stand like this in the afternoon sunlight on my patio—me in a bright yellow sundress and him in mud-soaked jeans. The birds chirp above. My heart pounds in my ears. My nipples harden in anticipation.
Jesus, just kiss me already, will you?
“Desi?”
“Yeah?”
Just as I get my synapses to fire and lean in and take the initiative myself, he takes a step back and says, “I need to take a shower.”
I draw in a shaky breath as his eyes remain on mine and their corners crease with his smile.
“It’s a good look for you though.” Nice recovery, Des. At least outwardly it is, because inside I’m kind of a wreck with more want than I care to admit to.
“I don’t need to have mud on me to get dirty.”
He winks, gives me one last once-over with eyes that relay every single thing they want to do to me, before he turns on his heel and heads in the direction of his house.
About K Bromberg: 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).
Website | Facebook | Twitter
No comments:
Post a Comment