Sooooo I’m hearing that you are all in need of a little taste of Becks and #SLOWBURN…so here goes…It’s one of my favorite scenes between Becks and Colton in the book…here’s just a taste so that I don’t ruin the rest of the scene.
“It’s all your fault, you know.”
He chokes out a laugh, his face scrunched up as he tries to figure out just what in the hell I’m talking about. “This is gonna be good,” he says, clapping his hands together and rubbing them back and forth. “Lay it on me, brother. Can’t wait to hear your fucked-up logic.”
I glare at him. “You started all this shit. We—you and I—were perfectly fine—single and ready to mingle—and then you had to go and get struck by the almighty voodoo.”
His laugh is loud and draws attention from other patrons beginning to fill up the the bar. “Struck? More like knocked me on my ass. Dude . . . I’m sorry. . . . Wait. No, I’m not.” He slaps his hand on the table. “I’m not going to apologize because when it happens to you, you’ll get it. All of it. The barebacking, being okay with someone holding your balls in their hands, the . . .” Colton’s head snaps up to mine as the puzzle pieces fall into place. His eyes widen as the smirk starts to play at the corners of his mouth. “No fucking way . . .”
“Viv?” I look away from him immediately and search for my new best friend and her constant supply of mind-numbing gifts.
“For the love of all things holy . . . you didn’t . . . you’re not . . . you fucking are, aren’t you?” he finally sputters out. And just what I need: Now Donavan knows I’ve been voodooed.
Let the shit storm begin.
(© First published by Signet Eclipse, an imprint of New American Library,a division of Penguin Group (USA) LLC Copyright © K. Bromberg, 2015)
Not too much longer now…I can’t wait for you to read about Becks and Haddie’s story…
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