We're thrilled to exclusively reveal the cover of SLOW BURN by New York Times bestselling author K. Bromberg. Slow Burn is the highly anticipated spin-off novel from the Driven series that centers around Becks and Haddie's sizzling love story - expected release on March 3, 2015. You can pre-order Slow Burn now but if you are dying for a sneak peek you're in luck. Scroll down for a very steamy moment between Haddie and Becks. Enjoy!
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From the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Driven series.
ONE NIGHT. THAT'S ALL IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE.
Reeling from the sudden loss of her sister, Haddie Montgomery has sworn off relationships. All she wanted from Beckett Daniels was a sexy distraction to help her escape her pain for just a little while....There weren’t supposed to be any strings attached—so why can’t she shake the memory of that unforgettable night from her thoughts? Or the taste of his kiss from her lips?
No matter how hard Haddie tries to forget about him, Becks relentlessly tries to prove that she should start living for today. But she is determined to avoid romantic commitment, and she can always use her ex-boyfriend’s reappearance to help snuff out the slow burn within her that Becks has sparked....
Or will fate force her to realize that this kind of connection doesn’t come along very often and a chance at love is worth the risk?
ONE NIGHT. THAT'S ALL IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE.
Reeling from the sudden loss of her sister, Haddie Montgomery has sworn off relationships. All she wanted from Beckett Daniels was a sexy distraction to help her escape her pain for just a little while....There weren’t supposed to be any strings attached—so why can’t she shake the memory of that unforgettable night from her thoughts? Or the taste of his kiss from her lips?
No matter how hard Haddie tries to forget about him, Becks relentlessly tries to prove that she should start living for today. But she is determined to avoid romantic commitment, and she can always use her ex-boyfriend’s reappearance to help snuff out the slow burn within her that Becks has sparked....
Or will fate force her to realize that this kind of connection doesn’t come along very often and a chance at love is worth the risk?
Steamy Slow Burn Excerpt: Meet Becks and Haddie
Posted by arrangement with New American Library, a member of Penguin Group (USA) LLC, A Penguin Random House Company. Copyright © K. Bromberg, 2014
“Sweet Haddie,” he murmurs as his hand finds my breast and yanks down the cup of my bra, his callused palms replacing the softness of the lace. I gasp out loud as his mouth
slides in its tempestuous descent. “Sweet, sweet Haddie…I wonder if your pussy
tastes just as sweet as your kiss…as your skin…as right here.”
The heat of his mouth replaces the caress of his fingers on my breast and I’m swamped by the sensation of it. Of him. My head falls back and my words tumble out. “What are you waiting for?”
That chuckle of his hums against my breast before he tilts his head back and looks up at me under lust-laden eyelids. “Demanding are we?” His eyes dance with humor before the dare flickers through them. Try me, they say.
And a part of me wants to. A part of me wants to push him to see just how much control he’s willing to give me. Is he going to do what I say or is he going to do what he wants?
Challenge accepted.
“Then taste me, Becks. I want to feel your mouth on me, your tongue in me. I want you to taste me on your lips as I’m still coming and while you’re fucking me.”
He sucks harder on my nipple; a tortured groan escapes his lips as he rises to full height
and stares at me. “Fucking hell, Had,” he says before his lips brand mine, his mouth
possessing, taking, claiming as if I were his. “Are you trying to tell me how to fuck you?”
I feel the heat of his breath on my lips, see the taunt in his smirk and raise of
a brow, but I can’t think of the witty comeback I know is there. His hands slide
down my torso and grip my bare waist causing my breath to stutter as he yanks my
body into his. His impressive hard-on presses against my lower belly causing the ache simmering there to intensify.
Becks leans in close, his lips grazing my ear, causing chills to chase over my skin.
“Rest assured, Haddie, I know how to fuck you. I know how to make you come.”
His teeth graze and tug on my earlobe to reinforce his words. “I know how to
make this hot-as-fuck body of yours tremble, tense, and beg for more…so lay
back, and let me taste you.”
“Sweet Haddie,” he murmurs as his hand finds my breast and yanks down the cup of my bra, his callused palms replacing the softness of the lace. I gasp out loud as his mouth
slides in its tempestuous descent. “Sweet, sweet Haddie…I wonder if your pussy
tastes just as sweet as your kiss…as your skin…as right here.”
The heat of his mouth replaces the caress of his fingers on my breast and I’m swamped by the sensation of it. Of him. My head falls back and my words tumble out. “What are you waiting for?”
That chuckle of his hums against my breast before he tilts his head back and looks up at me under lust-laden eyelids. “Demanding are we?” His eyes dance with humor before the dare flickers through them. Try me, they say.
And a part of me wants to. A part of me wants to push him to see just how much control he’s willing to give me. Is he going to do what I say or is he going to do what he wants?
Challenge accepted.
“Then taste me, Becks. I want to feel your mouth on me, your tongue in me. I want you to taste me on your lips as I’m still coming and while you’re fucking me.”
He sucks harder on my nipple; a tortured groan escapes his lips as he rises to full height
and stares at me. “Fucking hell, Had,” he says before his lips brand mine, his mouth
possessing, taking, claiming as if I were his. “Are you trying to tell me how to fuck you?”
I feel the heat of his breath on my lips, see the taunt in his smirk and raise of
a brow, but I can’t think of the witty comeback I know is there. His hands slide
down my torso and grip my bare waist causing my breath to stutter as he yanks my
body into his. His impressive hard-on presses against my lower belly causing the ache simmering there to intensify.
Becks leans in close, his lips grazing my ear, causing chills to chase over my skin.
“Rest assured, Haddie, I know how to fuck you. I know how to make you come.”
His teeth graze and tug on my earlobe to reinforce his words. “I know how to
make this hot-as-fuck body of yours tremble, tense, and beg for more…so lay
back, and let me taste you.”
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Author Bio: Meet the Fabulous K. Bromberg
K. Bromberg is that reserved woman sitting in the corner that has you fooled about the wild child inside of her- the one she let out when her fingertips touch the keyboard. She's a wife, mom, child, rustler, toy-picker upper, chauffer, resident web-slinger, LaLaloopsy watching, American Girl dressing multi-tasking of all things and otherwise. She likes her diet cokes with rum, her music loud, and her pantry stocked with a cache of chocolate.
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.
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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.
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