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Faking It never felt so good in this red-hot new standalone by New York Times bestselling author K. Bromberg--available now!
Blurb
Zane Phillips mistook me for his dog walker. It shouldn't surprise me that the man with a suit more expensive than my rent would assume that I was there to serve him. The positive? I put him in his place. The negative? I missed my job interview because of it. Now I find out he's a rich Australian entrepreneur, and he wants to make up for tanking my interview.
Yes, he's impossibly hot - but he's also an arrogant jackass - so...no thanks.
But after a little white lie I tell spirals out of control, I'm somehow offered the chance to play Zane's girlfriend to help promote his new dating website - and the best part? He can't say no because he'll get caught in his lie, too.
Little did I know this would entail sharing a tour bus with him for the next few months. The fact that the bus has just one bed isn't the most ideal of circumstances, but this spokesperson gig might be the kick in the pants my career needs, so why not take a chance?
Famous last words.
Now I'm crisscrossing the country - and sharing that bed - with the one guy I can't stand. And even worse, my traitorous body is wondering at every turn what it's like to be down under the gorgeous Australian. But as the miles unfurl, so does our passion...and if I'm not careful, I might end up believing that fairy tales really do come true.
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Excerpt:
“I have connections.” Brilliant, Zane. Fucking brilliant. That’s how you get her to not run away from you? By giving her a sleazy line?
“Maybe I could help you find something.”
“I couldn’t care less about your connections.” She hangs her head and when she lifts it, I watch her reign in the pride I feel like a dick for bruising. “I’m sorry. That was rude. Like I said, thank you.” She holds up the papers and offers a reticent smile.
“Look . . .” I take a step toward her, more than aware that I don’t want her to go just yet and questioning why I’m even bringing this up. “I have an event I’m holding at the end of the week. You should come. I could introduce you to some people. There might be some job opportunities there.”
“Thanks, but no thanks. I’m not that kind of girl.” The roll of her eyes has me realizing how she took my comment.
My laugh makes my dog lift her head. “That’s not exactly what I meant, Harlow. I run a matchmaking website, not an escort service.”
“Good to know. So basically that means you cherry pick the women you want to date after you scope out all their information. I assure you now I can sleep better at night knowing this.”
“You’re exhausting.” And she is, but in the most fascinating of ways.
“You’re one to talk.” She crosses her arms over her chest and lifts her eyebrows.
I hold my hands up. “All I was trying to say is connections matter in this town. You and I both know that. My event . . . there is going to be a lot of people there. Industry people,” I say more than aware I just let it slip that I looked her up and know she works in the industry.
“Good. Great. Can you go now?”
But there’s a crack of a smile on her face. A chink in her defensive armor that tells me I’m getting somewhere.
“You have to take opportunities when they present themselves.” She doesn’t say anything but the slight smile remains. “Zane Phillips. Nice to meet you.” I stick my hand out. She looks down at it and nods but doesn’t shake it.
God, she’s stubborn.
And damn gorgeous.
“And you’re Harlow Nicks.”
“Considering you had my electric bill, I guess that means you know how to read.”
“I do.” I nod. “And I also have your email address from your interview paperwork.”
“Should I worry that you’re stalking me?”
I shake my head and sigh. “I’ll email you the information about the party—”
“—don’t bother—”
“—it’s on Friday night. Cocktail attire. Lots of networking.”
“I won’t read it.”
I flash a megawatt smile at her and then turn to walk away. “Yes, you will.”
And she will.
It’s rare that a woman resists me. She’s trying but I’ll win in the end. It just seems for the time being that I have my work cut out for me.
I’m a man who always has an end goal in mind. Always.
There’s no point in setting a goal if you don’t plan on smashing it.
Question is, what in the hell am I aiming for when it comes to Harlow Nicks?
About K. Bromberg
New York Times 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.A mom of three, she plots her novels in between school runs and soccer practices, more often than not with her laptop in tow.
Since publishing her first book in 2013, Kristy has sold over one million copies of her books across sixteen different countries and has landed on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists over twenty-five times. Her Driven trilogy (Driven, Fueled, and Crashed) is currently being adapted for film by Passionflix with the first movie slated to release in the summer of 2018.
She is currently working on her Everyday Heroes trilogy. This series consists of three complete standalone novels—Cuffed, Combust, and Cockpit (late spring 2018)—and is about three brothers who are emergency responders, the jobs that call to them, and the women who challenge them.
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Baseball has never been sexier in an all-new novel by New York Times Bestselling Author, K. Bromberg.
Easton Wylder is baseball royalty. The game is his life. His passion. His everything.
So, when an injury threatens to end Easton’s season early, the team calls in renowned physical therapist, Doc Dalton, to oversee his recovery. Except it’s not Doc who greets Easton for his first session, but rather, his daughter, Scout. She may be feisty, athletic, defiant, and gorgeous, but Easton is left questioning whether she has what it takes to help him.
Scout Dalton’s out to prove a female can handle the pressure of running the physical therapy regimen of an MLB club. And that proof comes in the form of getting phenom Easton Wylder back on the field. But getting him healthy means being hands-on.
And with a man as irresistible as Easton, being hands-on can only lead to one thing, trouble. Because the more she touches him, the more she wants him, and she can’t want him. Not when it’s her job to maintain the club’s best interest, in regards to whether he’s ready to play.
But when sparks fly and fine lines are crossed, can they withstand the heat, or is one of them bound to get burned?
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New York Times 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.
A mom of three, she plots her novels in between school runs and soccer practices, more often than not with her laptop in tow.
Since publishing her first book in 2013, K. has sold over one million copies of her books and has landed on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists over twenty-five times.
In April, she’ll release The Player, the first in a two-book sports romance series (The Catch, book 2, will be released late June), with many more already outlined and ready to be written.
She loves to hear from her readers so make sure you check her out on social media or sign up for her newsletter to stay up to date on all her latest releases and sales HERE
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An all new second chance love story
by the New York Times Bestselling author of the Driven series.
Sweet Cheeks by K. Bromberg is NOW
LIVE!
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It all started with the invitation. To my ex-fiance’s new
wedding.
I should have ignored it.Thrown it away. Set it afire. But I
didn’t. I replied.
With a plus one.
And then my assistant accidentally mailed it.
Enter Hayes Whitley. Mega-movie star. The man who has
captured the hearts of millions. But I gave him mine years ago. He was my first
love. He was my everything. Right until he up and left to chase his dreams
without so much as a simple goodbye.
When he showed up out of the blue ten years later, I should
have known to steer clear. I should have rejected his offer to take me to my
ex’s wedding. I should have never let him kiss me.
But I didn’t.
And now we’re left wondering if the pieces of the life we
once shared still fit together somehow. First loves are hard to forget. The
question is, do we want to forget? Or do we risk the chance and see what
happens next?
Excerpt
I hear my
name. I think I do anyway, and it distracts me enough momentarily that Hayes is
able to grab and pull me tighter into him, the cupcake now inches from my face.
We stare
at each other in a silent standoff, hearts racing and eyes daring. His gaze flickers
over my shoulder and then back to mine as I prepare myself for the smash.
But it
doesn’t come.
Instead
he eases up and only dabs the frosting against the tip of my nose.
I sigh in
relief.
Then gasp
out in shock.
Because
Hayes’s lips are on mine.
And not
just a friendly peck. Not hardly. The hand that held the cupcake is now empty.
Chocolate fallen by the wayside for a kiss. His fingers, sticky with frosting,
are on my cheeks directing my face. But there’s no thought of the frosting
he’ll get on my face or how funny it’s going to look when we walk back to our
villa because all I can think about is Hayes.
I could
tell myself I part my lips—grant him access—because I’m winded and need to
breathe, but that would be a lie.
Because the minute his tongue dances against mine, all I want to do is drown in
his kiss. In the familiarity of it. In the difference of it. The unexpectedness
of it. The comfort of it. In everything
about him.
Hayes
Whitley is kissing me. Again.
Finally.
His
fingers are possessive—on the underside of my jaw and the small of my back—and
the soft groan he emits communicates everything his lips are expressing and
more.
His taste
consumes me. The chocolate on his tongue. The spark of desire. The lick of
lust. The sense of calm riled up by an overload of emotion.
My hands
slide up the plane of his back over skin heated by the sun and slick with
frosting. His muscles bunch beneath my palms as he shifts the angle of the
kiss.
His
tongue tantalizes and torments. Begs me to want more with its tender caresses
and then switches gear and demands me to keep pace. To allow him to possess and
claim.
I feel in
droves. Want. Need. Lust. More. Too much. Not enough. Don’t ever stop. What
am I doing?
It’s just
me.
And
Hayes.
And the
singular sensation of rightness he is making me feel. A sensation I don’t think
I had ever realized was missing since he’d left, but now know I’ll never be
able to live without.
About the Author:
New York Times 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), the standalone Driven Novels (Slow
Burn, Sweet Ache, Hard Beat, and Down Shift (Releasing 10/4/16)), and a short
story titled UnRaveled. She is currently finishing up Sweet Cheeks a standalone
novel out at the end of 2016.
Her plans for 2017 include a sports
romance duet (The Player (#1) and The Catch (#2)) and the Everyday Heroes
series (Cuffed (#1), Combust (#2), and Cockpit (#3). She’s also writing a
novella for the 1,001 Dark Night series that will be out in February 2017.
She loves to hear from her readers so make sure you check her out on social media.
She loves to hear from her readers so make sure you check her out on social media.
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