Meet Zander & Getty in DOWN
SHIFT -
the newest stand alone in the Driven
Series by K. Bromberg!
NOW AVAILABLE
The New York
Times bestselling Driven series continues with a story about finding love where
you least expect it...
Behind the wheel, racing champion Zander Donavan is at the
top of his game. But after too much excess in his personal life, he’s forced to
step away. He needs to accomplish something all on his own—outside of his
famous father, Colton Donavan’s, shadow.
Getty Caster is running away from the abuse that clouds her
past. She thinks she’s found the perfect escape—until she discovers a stranger
in the beachside cottage she’d been promised. He’s undeniably sexy, but she’s
there to heal. Alone.
Before long though, fighting with each other turns into
fighting their attraction. And giving into desire sets off a chain reaction
that has their pasts colliding. With an unexpected love on the line, can they
overcome the fallout to build a future?
EXCERPT
“You don’t know anything about me.”
My voice is slight but strong, my need to assert myself front and center
despite his calling me on the carpet.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Socks. I
might not know where you’re from or why I ruffled your feathers today, but I
know you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. Whatever it is that you
ran from back home, you did it. You got out and are making it on your own. That
takes guts and you deserve mad props for that. I know you like things messy and
are goddamn cute when you’re tipsy. I know you’re stubborn as hell and gorgeous
as fuck. And that your kiss tastes like an aged whiskey: something I want to
sip slowly, feel on my lips, savor on my tongue, and take my time with before I
get drunk on it.” With a lift of his eyebrows and a nod of his head, he walks
past me, leaving me with my mouth agape and eyes wide.
I can’t move. Just stand staring at
the door in front of me as I try to process what he just said, what he meant by
it, and yet there’s no use because we just had a whole one-sided conversation
and that need to banter with him is gone. Lost to the tingling in my lower
belly and the wild spinning of my thoughts.
“Oh, and, Getty?” Zander calls out
to me from the kitchen, refusing to continue until I turn to face him, standing
there unabashedly shirtless. “If you ever call me pretty again, we’re gonna have a real problem. I guarantee you
there is nothing pretty about me.”
I almost smile at the fact that out
of all of the crappy things I said to him, that is the one that bugged him the
most.
“You are kind of pretty, though,” I murmur, unable to resist goading him
further, needing to try to get us back on an even playing field. Because hell
if right now I don’t feel like I’m on the low end of the teeter-totter.
His immediate response? A snort to
signify that his chiseled abs and the tall, dark, and handsome thing he’s got
going on are nothing more than average.
“Last warning, Socks.” His eyes
flash with mirth. And what looks like desire.
An unexpected part of me—the one who
usually hides and doesn’t ever take a chance—wants to say it again. Just to see
what he’d do if I did.
“So
damn pretty.” I don’t know who’s more shocked at
my comment, him or me, but we stand there for a moment, gazes locked, unspoken
words warring across the distance between us.
He walks toward me with a predatory
gleam in his eyes and a salacious smirk on his lips that catches me off guard.
“I know I said you were brave, Getty, but now you’re just playing with
matches.”
I draw in a long inhale as he steps
right in front of me. I can’t look at him. My nerve is suddenly gone. Outside,
rain pelts the roof. The constant drip into the bucket in the hallway serves as
a metronome to this anticipatory silence we are dancing in. The goose bumps on
his chest are the only thing I can focus on.
When his thumb and forefinger direct
my chin up so I’m forced to meet his eyes, every part of me hums from his
touch. From the want of something I don’t quite understand myself and couldn’t
ever put into words. Our eyes meet—his intense, mine searching for answers that
aren’t his to give—before his gaze flicks down to my mouth and then back up
again.
“Not yet, Getty.” He closes his eyes
for a beat, and I see what I think is restraint reflected in his grimace,
before a ghost of a smile spreads on his lips. “I don’t think you’re ready to
light this fire just yet.”
Want more K. Bromberg?
Sweet Cheeks releases on November 14th
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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