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Becks & Haddie in SLOW BURN - the newest stand alone in the
Driven
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Excerpt #1
“Yeah. That’s one way to put it. Is there
something else you called for besides trying to stick your nose in where it
doesn’t belong?”
I open my mouth and then shut it, unsure how calling him
because I just needed to hear his voice has devolved so quickly into this. Into
me scrambling for words I can’t find to fix shit that doesn’t need fixing.
Because I don’t want this. Don’t want him.
“Well then, if you want to actually talk instead of pull
this ridiculous bullshit, I’m here for you…but Had…? Whatever this is here…this
passive aggressive crap? I don’t do too well with that. We had our one night.
You made it quite clear you didn’t want anything more than that so you don’t
get to call me up and question what I might or might not be doing with anybody
else. You want no strings? Then cut the ties…but frankly I don’t think you know
what the fuck you want so until you figure your shit out, I think it’s best
that we say good night before we make a bad situation even worse.”
“Wait!” Desperation
rings in my voice in the single word. And I hate myself for sounding like this
but I’m so lonely, so scared and just want the comfort I know he can bring me
right now.
I wait for the sound of the dial tone to assault my ears.
Wait for the incessant beep that reaffirms why I have barbed wire wrapped
around my heart – painful but necessary. But there is nothing for a few moments
until I hear the phone scrape against the stubble on his face.
And I wait…my throat burning with the tears I want to shed
but am so sick of. The ones that no longer bring me comfort.
“I’m here, Haddie. I’m not going anywhere, okay?” The
timbre of his voice carries his concern and sympathy to me through the line.
The incoherent sound I make is all I can offer in thank
you to him for not hanging up on me. For not giving up on me.
Excerpt #2
He
chuckles low and even, a sarcastic amusement woven through the sound that
pisses me off. “What are you afraid of? Why is his offer so much more tempting
than mine, huh? Oh, I know why,” he says, sarcasm dripping from his words.
“He’ll walk away without any questions. But I won’t will I, Haddie? I have
plenty of questions. The first one being what exactly are you running from?”
My eyes flash up to meet his, and the look – the moment
that passes between us – is too honest, too raw. I have to break it. I can’t
let him see the truths that even I’m trying to hide from. How I feel and what I
need to fix me – the answer being him
– because I’m not going to allow it to happen.
I can feel it. I can know it. But he can’t.
My mind flashes back momentarily to the night of the
wedding. Of how I asked him – gave him no other option really –to take me to
bed. Did I know then that unzipping my dress for him and inviting him between
my legs would lead to this? Me wanting so much more? Me standing in the middle
of his apartment wanting to ask for more but unable to because of the fears
that are holding me hostage?
Excerpt #3
He
bites his bottom lip and grimaces. “Fuck!” He growls out to the trees above him
and then rolls his shoulders to dissipate some of the stress I see settling
there. “Semantics aren’t an excuse. An omission is the same as lying Haddie,
but you’re missing the point entirely. It’s not whether it was a lie or not.
It’s so damn far from that. It’s you using the sex we’ve had to numb yourself
when it should do the exact opposite. It should light your body on fire and
burrow so deep under your skin that all you think about is the next time you
can have me…because fuck if that’s not what you’ve done to me. So I call your
bluff. I’ll keep calling it every fucking day until you admit you want me, that
being with me does that to you too…but you won’t will you?” I just remain
still, face impassive, body raging with emotion beneath the surface. “You’d
rather stand there and tell me you prefer the numb, the void, the nothing, than
admit you need me.”
His eyes have their own language as we stare at each
other, the power of his words bringing tears to my eyes and knocking the words
from my lips. “I was just doing what I thought was best, protecting everyone from
more hurt, more everything.” And I hate
the numb, I scream silently. I hate
it so fucking much that every time we touch you make me feel so alive I realize
how dead I’ve felt inside over the past year.
I don’t know why I don’t tell him the rest. Like if I do
then I’m just sealing my fate by Murphy’s fucking Law so I keep quiet.
“Really? That’s all you’ve got for me? Next time make sure
your eyes and your lips match up City because you’re just adding insult to
injury right now. Your refusal to answer is infuriating. Need me Haddie. Use me as your goddamn emotional punching bag or
your real one for that matter but fucking need me. I’m not some schmuck who’s
going to bolt at the first rough patch and the fact that you still don’t see
that is a crock.” He blows out a loud breath, jaw clenched, anger palpable.
“I’m so fucking pissed but I’m also so fucking mesmerized by you right now and
I don’t know what the hell to do or say. All I know is that protecting someone
from the truth is just another way of shutting them out.”
Cover & Book Summary
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?
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About the Author:
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author K.
Bromberg is that reserved woman sitting in the corner who has you all fooled
about the wild child inside of her—the one she lets out every time her
fingertips touch the computer keyboard.
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.
On a
whim, K. Bromberg decided to try her hand at this writing thing. Her debut
novels, Driven, Fueled, and Crashed of The Driven Trilogy were well received
and went on to become multi-platform bestsellers as well as landing on the New
York Times and USA Today lists. Her other works include a short story,
UnRaveled, and a companion piece to The Driven Trilogy titled Raced. She is
currently working on three stand alone Driven novels, Slow Burn, Sweet Ache,
and Hard Beat. She also plans to release a novel addressing the 10 year gap at
the ending of Crashed in late fall 2015
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