SLOW BURN Extra: You saw how they fell in love… now see how they met…

For those of you that bought the paperback version of SLOW BURN or bought the UK e-version, you received a little something ‘extra’ in the back of it: the first time sparks began to fly between Haddie and Becks.

As a little THANK YOU for all of your support over the past two years and leading into the release of SWEET ACHE, I am publishing that extra excerpt for you here on my blog. I hope you enjoy it and truly know that I understand how fortunate I am to have you behind me 100%:

 

You saw how they fell in love.

Now see how Becks and Haddie first met.

 

Beckett 

The bass of the club’s music hits hard as I scan the nearly naked women surrounding us—every single one of them ripe for the picking. A bat of fake lashes. An accidental lean over the bar, tits on display, and painted lips offering up what is literally and figuratively on the table.

So why am I not finding some hot piece, offering to take her up to our room? Shit, I could use a little release after the stress of a long week.

It’s Wood’s fault. That’s my go-to answer. It’s always his fault. And hell if I’ll tell my best friend he was right when he said, “She’s got a hot friend.”

Hot friend, my ass. Haddie Montgomery’s more like molten fucking lava.

I sweep my eyes across the crowded dance floor and try to move past her, but it’s no goddamn use. Don’t kid yourself, Daniels. You’ve been looking at her all night. I toss back the rest of my drink, but my damn eyes remain fixed as she throws her arms up in the air and swivels her hips. Those long, shapely legs move to the beat, and hell if I can’t get the thought of them and those sexy-as-fuck heels wrapped around me somehow, someway, out of my damn head.

I avert my gaze, try to distract myself with one of the many easy targets in the club, but no one else calls to every part of me like Haddie does. And of course my eyes shift back to the floor just in time to see her dress sneak up some. Every toned inch of those thighs is on display as she grinds her hips to the beat. I groan. And I don’t even care that I do, because hell if a sane, red-blooded American male would look away from that perfection.

“Hey,” I hear to my right as Colton’s hand, which is holding my fresh drink, bumps against my arm.

“Thanks,” I say, forcing myself to pull my eyes from the sight of her and focus on the man who’s like a second brother to me. But when I meet his eyes, they’re studying me, amusement mixed with confusion. Here we go again. I hate when Colton gets this damn look. “What? What the fuck is that look for?”

“Seriously? You have the two-point-five look on your face, dude,” he says, taking a sip of his beer and shaking his head as if he’s ashamed.

“Two point five?” I sputter, completely shocked that he of all people would say that after the revelation he dropped on me earlier. The one where he admitted that he, the man who’s the king of condoms, is sliding skin on skin with his girlfriend, Rylee. Taking that giant leap of trust for the first time ever to bareback with a woman. The confession still staggers me even after more than a few cocktails.

And he’s accusing me of the two-point-five look? I don’t think he has any room to throw stones in the fucking glass house he built. “Two point five?” I repeat. “This coming from the barebacking cowboy himself? Whatever. You have no idea what you’re talking about. Have another.”

“Which one is she?” he asks, slinging an arm over my shoulder and pointing toward the dance floor.

“No one,” I say, trying to deflect him. “Just a whole lot of flesh on display, and fuck if it’s not something to look at while I get nice and drunk. I’ve got an asshole for a boss, so this buzz,” I say with a laugh when he tightens his arm around my neck in a headlock for my dig at him, “and that woman over there are—”

“Hot damn!” he says, catching my slip of the tongue. And hell if I wouldn’t want to be slipping my tongue into her, but shit if I didn’t just give ammunition to the king of antagonization to start taking making his own digs in retaliation. He slaps my back harder than necessary. “I knew just by the sappy-ass look on your face you were looking at some woman on the floor, imagining wedded bliss, and the two-point-five kids you’re going to have with her.”

“Shut up, dude. You are so far from—”

“So which one is she?” he goads, and I know he’s only just getting started. He’ll keep at it until I give him something to be smug about.

I look back out to the floor with him scrutinizing my every damn move—trying to figure out which woman has caught the eye of a picky son of a bitch like me. And when I look, a part of me is relieved that Haddie and her best friend, Colton’s date, Rylee, are no longer on the dance floor . . . and then another part of me is pissed because I sure as hell was enjoying the show.

“Hot blonde, red dress, two o’clock?” Colton asks, drawing my eyes to the woman on the floor shaking her shit like she should be on a pole. She’s definitely hot, all the right curves in all the right places, but nah, not my thing. Owning your sexuality is one thing, but putting it on display? I’ll pass.

I look over at Colton and roll my eyes. “Seriously?”

“With those moves?” he says, eyes flicking back out to her. “Damn.”

“Dude, I’m all for moves like that in bed,” I say, causing him to snort out that laugh of his that makes me smile, regardless of the mood I’m in, “but if I wanted to screw a mannequin, I’ll go to Macy’s. Besides, isn’t eating out of plastic hazardous to your health? BPA or some shit like that?”

He throws his head back and laughs while I take a long drink of my Merit Rum and Coke. And of course I feel bad for talking shit about the unsuspecting woman.

“BPA sounds like a STD to me, but fuck, dude, live on the wild side.” He bumps my shoulder with his. “One taste won’t kill you.”

“This coming from Mr. Discriminating himself? I assure you, it most definitely is not all the same.”

“Yeah, you got me there.” He shivers in mock disgust, and I can’t help but laugh. He looks back out toward the dance area and nods his chin toward where Red Dress is still bumping and grinding. “Not even just for the night?”

“Nah, you know me. Not my thing.”

I hear their laughter float over the music before I see them, grateful for the interruption. I lean my elbow on the railing and turn to watch them walk up, pretending not to care. Colton turns too when he hears Rylee, so I’m able to watch their approach without him noticing. I take in Haddie’s more than handful-sized tits, which bounce a bit with that walk of hers. The combination of blond hair against her tanned skin begs me to run my eyes down the length of her svelte figure. When my gaze makes its way back up, her mouth is spread wide in a grin, and fuck if I don’t want something else spread wide on her with me in between them. I get lost in the thought, and when I refocus, she is staring right back at me, lips pursed, eyes curious.

“Yes?” Those chocolate-colored eyes of hers hold mine. Tempt me. Dare me. Question me.

“Sorry.” I shake my head, a sheepish smile in place. “I was just thinking.” Smooth, Becks. Brilliant response to why you were staring at her like you want to eat her for dinner. Shit, might as well be breakfast since I’m sure it’d be an all-night affair, with her body sure as hell being the main course.

“Thinking?” She asks as she reaches out and takes my drink from my hand and tips it up to me, silently asking if it’s okay. I nod my head, and she lifts it to her lips, taking a sip before handing it back to me. “Thanks. Don’t you know, Country, that you’re in a club, in Vegas of all places, so thinking’s not allowed?” She sidles up next to me, her body brushing against mine and snapping my every nerve to attention.

Country?” Where the hell did that nickname come from?

“Yeah,” she says with a smirk before shaking her head to get her hair out of her face. “Laid-back. Polite. Good guy. Slow and steady wins the race.” She raises her eyebrows, challenging me to argue with her assessment.

And fuck if she’s not right, so why am I sensing that Country is a bad thing for her? And why the hell do I care? “Nothing’s wrong with slow and steady,” I tell her, enjoying how she angles her head to the side and just watches me. “A man shouldn’t be faulted for drawing things out just to make sure the endgame is that much sweeter.”

And I feel like I’ve scored a touchdown when I see her eyes widen, take note of the quick intake of breath. Interesting. Playing field seems to be wide-open. Good thing I’m a patient man because this woman most definitely does not sit on the sidelines.

“Sweet is good,” she leans in and says in my ear, her words a whisper, “but some girls like a little spice added in.” She leans back and flashes me a smart-ass grin, tossing the ball back in my court. Goddamn if it’s not hot that her comebacks are as witty as her tits are perfect.

“City, I assure you I have talents that can’t be put on a résumé.” I take a drink and raise an eyebrow, failing miserably to hide my smirk. “Besides, it’s not the sugar or the spice that matters but rather the man who’s mixing it.”

We stare at each other for a moment in a silent standoff, as we try to figure out what the other is saying. Is there interest here? Would it be worth it? Damn, who cares? Because she most definitely would be one helluva wild ride.

A slow, knowing smirk curls up one corner of her mouth. The music changes and becomes more seductive as she shakes her head ever so subtly. “City?” she asks, and then runs her tongue over her top lip as her eyes taunt me.

My mind goes blank as I focus on her mouth. Shit, I need to play this safe. For all I know, this is just how she is with everyone, a little flirty and a whole lot of fun. After all, it can’t get more complicated than going after the best friend of my best friend’s girl.

I look out at the floor again, bodies grinding, connections being made even if only for the night, before I look back at Haddie, her eyebrows raised and her body so on fire that my dick begs to fly full staff. It’s probably just me. And the alcohol. And the influence of the club around me.

It’s probably nothing.

But then again, damn.

Just damn.

I can’t resist. If I can’t reach out and touch, I might as well leave a mark with my words. Let her think about how a laid back country boy might not be such a bad thing after all. “Yeah, City,” I repeat. “Classy, nonstop, and always wanting to be in the thick of it all.” I take a drink, my eyes locked on hers while she watches, contemplating what I’ve said.

“The thick of it, huh?” She takes my drink from my hand again and smirks as she sucks ever so slowly from the straw.

And once again, my eyes are drawn to those lip-glossed lips of hers and notice how they are drawing on my straw. So that’s why they put straws in men’s drinks. I have a whole new appreciation for those annoying little fuckers now. I watch her tongue play with it momentarily and realize that part of the reason she’s so damn sexy is because she’s not purposely trying to be.

Something catches her eye, and I follow her head as she turns to watch Colton lead Rylee up the stairs toward the mezzanine. At least I don’t have to worry about him sticking his nose in where it doesn’t belong now. When I look back toward Haddie, she’s moved toward me, her face closer to mine. I can smell the scent of the alcohol from my drink on her breath, and hell if I can understand why that makes me want her that much more.

“Yep. Always wanting to be in the middle of the action,” I say, lifting the straw out of my drink and taking a sip.

Haddie twists her lips until the smirk breaks its way through. “Action’s always good. Being in the middle of it’s even better.” She arches an eyebrow at me as I try to figure out what her next words are going to be but remain silent. It’s time to let her wonder what I’m thinking for a change. I hold her gaze, the swirling lights overhead changing color and reflecting in her blond hair. “And I think I’m wanting some right now.”

I force a swallow, those taunting yet innocent words of hers causing a visceral reaction that I try to ignore. “What kind of action are you looking for?” There. Let her figure out if I’m flirting or if that’s just how I am, because I can’t tell shit with her. And fuck, I can always figure everyone out. So what’s so different about her?

She doesn’t answer. Instead, she turns and looks over her shoulder. “You coming?”

And fuck . . . there are so many ways my mind answers that question that I groan. I swallow over the ache that our flirting and her damn, fine ass in perfect view creates. “You know what they say?”

“What?” she asks, stopping momentarily, “Every good man’s place is behind a woman?”

I chuckle. That most definitely was not where I was going with this conversation, but there she goes again, wanting me to take the bait. “The only reason for a man to be behind a woman is because he’s checking out her very fine ass.” And hell if that’s not the truth right now.

She licks her lips and I have a hard time looking away from her tongue as it darts out and then back in. “Haven’t had any complaints so far, Country,” she says with a shake of her head, her hair swaying all the way down her back. “And . . . uh . . . there are many more places I’d prefer a man to be,” she says with a wink before turning and walking into the crowd, without even checking to see if I’m following.

Yeah, on top of you. Or under. Or . . . Shit, my mind reels with the possibilities.

She may think I’m slow and steady but hell if I’m stupid.

Time to dance.

 

I hope you enjoyed the little snippet into the beginning of Becks and Haddie’s relationship. I enjoyed writing it and revisiting that scene from FUELED.

While I have your attention, I want to address the number one question that I’m asked as of late: the 10 Year Gap Book. YES, I still plan on writing it. NO, I don’t have a title for it yet. NO, I don’t have a release date for it yet other than 2015. To be honest, I haven’t outlined it yet. When I outline it, depending on whether or not characters from HARD BEAT take part in the storyline depends on when I release it. Obviously I can’t release a story with those characters in it before it’s released because you would know the what happens in their book. So…. YES, you will get the 10 year gap book. YES, I understand how much you want more Rylee and Colton and Ace. BUT I need a bit of time to make sure the story is worth writing. There is nothing worse than an holding onto characters too long and writing a book that is bleh just because readers want a book. I want the 10 year gap book to have a great story and make you fall in love with Rylee and Colton all over again. I want to give you my best and sometimes that takes time to create. Thanks for your patience. I LOVE that you guys LOVE Rylee and Colton so much… you have no idea how much that means to me…but I also want to earn that love again with an incredible book.

On that note, we’re 31 days out from SWEET ACHE and I can’t wait for you guys to properly meet HAWKIN and QUINLAN!

 

Sweet Ache…Excerpt

So I’m hearing you want to learn a bit more about Hawkin Play and don’t want to wait until June 2nd to get it… so here is a bit of SWEET ACHE to get you better acquainted with Mr. Play:

 

“You’re trouble, you know that?” I laugh but it’s strained because fuck if I don’t want to take her fast and hard right now.

“Me, trouble?” she feigns innocence with a bat of her eyelashes, nipples front and center in my line of vision. “I’m just a challenge to handle, rocker boy, and oh how I like to be handled.” The laugh she gives me is seductive and could probably make a weaker man come on the spot but I’m holding out for the whole experience.

I pull her toward me so that I can taste her, get a little fill of the temptation before she denies me with that challenge I can already see blazing in those come-fuck-me eyes. Just when she starts letting me take the lead, reacting to my every action, I tear my mouth from hers even though it kills me so that I can leave her wanting a little bit more. “Believe me, I know how to handle you.”

She looks at me with her hazy caramel eyes, lips swollen from our kiss, and cheeks flushed. She sighs heavily, body tensing as my fingertips graze the slick flesh between her parted thighs. “I get what I want first,” she says holding up the eyeliner, “then you get what you want.”

Damn she’s good. Just when I thought I was in control, she handled me like nobody’s business, but that’s cool. In the end I’ll get everything I want.

Always do.

Getting close ladies. Pre-order available now.

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Why does Amazon link the Driven standalone novels as #5, #6, and #7?

With SWEET ACHE’s release coming up, I’m getting a lot of questions lately about if SLOW BURN, SWEET ACHE, and HARD BEAT are absolute standalone novels then why has Amazon added “The Driven Trilogy #5 (#6, #7)” to them?  Well here’s the answer…. I don’t know. Good answer right?  Last year they started linking books in a series together to make it easier for readers to find them and they decided that these (3) books were part of the series and made them part of it in their classifications. So what is important to know about these (3) books I have contracted with Penguin?  Here’s a cliff’s notes version:

1.  You do NOT need to have read DRIVEN, FUELED, or CRASHED to read any of these (3) standalone books.

2. In fact, you can read SWEET ACHE, then SLOW BURN, and then DRIVEN if you’re new to the series because even the standalone stories are not intertwined. Each and every one is a complete story that stands on their own.

3. Colton and Rylee make brief appearances in SLOW BURN, SWEET ACHE, and HARD BEAT. And I mean brief but their appearances are to help carry the plot line of that particular book and does not focus on their story at all.

4. Who are the books about?  I haven’t heard of these people….

SLOW BURN – Becks and Haddie – ON SALE NOW

SWEET ACHE – Quinlan (Colton’s sister) and Hawkin Play (new character) – Releases JUNE 2nd

HARD BEAT – Tanner (Rylee’s brother) and Beaux Croslyn (pronounced Bo, and is a new character) – Releases November 3rd

5. Why does HARD BEAT not have a cover?  The cover will be revealed NEXT week on APRIL 21st! along with an excerpt. Stay tuned for details.

6. Can I PRE-ORDER SWEET ACHE and HARD BEAT? Yes you can! They are available on all platforms now!

I think those are the main questions but if you have any others, please feel free to list them in the comments and I’ll make sure to answer them for you!

Want to Skip & Lunch Naked?

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Have you come and join us yet? Make sure to head on over to the public event HERE to participate in our lunch party today from 12 – 3 p.m. EST. Here’s what you need to know about the event:

♦ (4) Hosts – Laurelin Paige, Lauren Blakely, CD Reiss, (<—those three have a WHOLE lotta talent) and myself 

♦ Some special guests stopping in to say HI!!!!!

♦ Some of your favorite blogs posting during the event too!

♦ All giveaways will be open for over 24 hours so if you can’t make the event, make sure to head on over when you get home and enter.

♦ Games, laughs, giveaways and one HUGE epic paperback giveaway of SIXTEEN paperbacks ALL to ONE person!

The four of us are so used to throwing parties to host a release, we figured why not just throw a party for our readers for no specific reason at all … because why not?

Hope to see you there…I’ll be kicking the event off at 9:00 so make sure to come over and say HI!!!! 

Kristy

Joint SLOW BURN & THOUGHTFUL Giveaway

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Eep! Today two highly anticipated books will be live on your e-readers and to celebrate the joint release of these book-babies, S.C. Stephens and I have joined in book boyfriend camaraderie to give you a giveaway. Here’s your chance to hold both Kellan and Becks in your pretty little hands (how you organize yourself in the man candy is up to you ☺️)!

We will pick a total of (5) lucky winners to get (1) signed paperback of THOUGHTFUL and (1) signed paperback of SLOW BURN.

To enter, go here:  a Rafflecopter giveaway

*Please note that this contest is open to US and International residents. Winners will be alerted via email after the contest ends on February 25, 2015*

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Signed Copies of Slow Burn

Lots of people worried that they missed their chance to order signed copies of #SlowBurn (when they saw me signing pictures of them at Mysterious Galaxy today) or you live in the UK and the shipping charged was too much. Well there is another option I am offering…if you go to buy your paperback on Amazon, you can send it to my PO Box and then I’ll sign and send it back to you.

Note the arrow below to see where to change the shipping:

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Step 1:  My shipping address is:

K. Bromberg

PO BOX 933

San Diego, CA 91903-0933

 

Step 2: You need to paypal me the funds for return shipping costs. My paypal address is kbrombergwrites@gmail.com and you need to do a few things. (1) In the notes section you need to put your name (i.e. the name on the Amazon account that shipped me the book so I can match up funds with the names of the shipments). (2) you need to put the address where to send the signed copy to, (3) you need to tell me who you want the book dedicated to, (4) you need to send me $4.45 if you are US for shipping or $26.50 USD if you are international. 

I hope that helps those of you that were worried they missed the book orders at Mysterious Galaxy. 

**Please note that you can still order signed copies of The Driven Trilogy and other books from me up under the novels/signed copies tab … this pertains only to Slow Burn right now**