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Hard Beat
{A Driven Novel #7}
by
Hard Beat
{A Driven Novel #7}
by
K. Bromberg
~ Synopsis ~
From the New York Times bestselling author of Sweet Ache comes a blistering new novel
filled with danger, secrecy, and a desire that can’t be sated…
Foreign war correspondent
Tanner Thomas is addicted to living on the edge. Needing the adrenaline rush of
his job to help him cope with a personal loss, he throws himself back into the
game, concentrating all his energy on getting the next big story. But when he
meets his new photojournalist, Beaux Croslyn, he can’t help but feel like he’s
losing his focus—and maybe risking more…
With secrets she won’t
address, Beaux is far from your ordinary woman. Determined to keep her
distance, she’s willing to pull Tanner in closer and hide behind the sparks
flying between them. But as Beaux’s past begins to put their relationship—and
their lives—at risk, Tanner’s determination to find the truth puts them both in
jeopardy.
He's ready to chase her to
the ends of the earth to find out if what they had was real, or if the danger
surrounding them was just an exquisite heat fated to burn out….
~ Excerpt ~
She pulls me from my lewd but damn fine thoughts when she tries to jerk her arm
from my hold. My spine stiffens some because hell if I’m up for resistance
right now. I’m emotionally drained, exhausted, and as much as I don’t want to
feel that grenade of desire sitting low in my belly, I still want to pull its
pin so I can lose myself for a bit in the soft curves and sweet taste of a
gorgeous woman no matter how fucking insolent she is.
I clench my jaw. A fleeting show of
resistance before I give in to my need and the sexual tension. She gasps when I
release her arm only to bring it up to her neck at the same time I crash my
lips to hers.
And fuck yes I’m a dick for not letting
her push me away, for letting my own need for this woman who will most likely
move on by the week’s end control my actions, for taking without asking, but
goddamn her small display of independence turns me on something fierce.
I brand my mouth to hers, press my tongue
between her lips as she parts them. Her hands push me away, but the movement of
her tongue tells me she wants more. She’s a clear contradiction in all meanings
of the word. Soft and supple body, but I can feel the toned muscle beneath.
Between kisses she tries to pull back, but a soft moan in the back of her
throat when my free hand cups her ass tells me how much she wants this.
Her hands fist in my shirt at the same
time my hand takes hold of the loose bun at the nape of her neck to tilt her
head back and look into her eyes. But her mouth stays right where I want it
because I’m nowhere near done with her yet.
“I don’t like you,” she claims through
gritted teeth. Our hands run possessively over each other, but derision laced
with defiance glimmers in her eyes.
“I beg to differ.” I laugh at the
ludicrousness of her statement, considering the predicament we’re in. She tries
to step back, but when she doesn’t release my shirt, I know she still wants
more.
And fuck, I’m definitely all in. I need
this outlet more than I ever realized until I was in the thick of it. I’ve kept
to myself at home, fought with my sister when she attempted to fix me up with
one of her friends, punished myself, and now with the heat of a woman’s body
pressed up against me and the taste of her kiss seared in my goddamn brain,
there is no way in hell I’m walking away now.
“I don’t like you,” she reiterates.
“Too bad,” I tell her as I go in for the
next kiss. One that’s full of angry desperation and irresistible need with
teeth nipping and tongues meeting and that ache deep in my balls taking hold of
me. My hips pin her against the cold cinder-block wall behind her.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she
tears her mouth from mine, our chests heaving. And then just when her protests
stop and her tongue starts to dance with mine again, I pull back.
“You’re arrogant and—”
“You don’t have to like me to fuck me,” I
say, cutting her off. “You just have to want me.”
She protests, and I cut her words off
with my mouth on hers at the same time my hands grab her wrists. Even as I gain
the advantage, I feel like she’s pulling out the ground from beneath my feet.
“Fuck you!” She manages to get the words out between fervent kisses.
I chuckle against her lips before pulling
back and looking straight into her desire-laden eyes. “That’s the plan.”
~ About the Author ~
New York Times and USA Today 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 (releasing 1/11/16)), the standalone Driven Novels (Slow
Burn, Sweet Ache, Hard Beat (releasing 11/3/15), and a short story titled
UnRaveled. She is currently working on new projects and a few surprises for her
readers.
She loves to hear from her readers so make sure you check
her out on social media.
~ Connect with Kristy ~
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