“I am proud to announce that I have partnered with Penguin Books for a (2) Book deal. This (2) book deal will be for the titles -Slow Burn- (Becks and Haddie) and -Sweet Ache- (Quinlan’s story).”
Congratulations!! That is AWESOME news!
And she has just sent over an exclusive excerpt from the first upcoming book (P.S. I love a good “slow burn” in a romance novel, so this sounds right up my alley!).
Ready to take a look?
Slow Burn Excerpt
Excerpt from Slow Burn by K. Bromberg. Posted by arrangement with New American Library, a member of Penguin Group (USA), LLC, A Penguin Random House Company. Copyright © K. Bromberg, 2014.
I don’t meet his eyes. Don’t want to know if he wants or doesn’t want, because I do. I lean forward and press my lips to his, not giving him any time to react because damn if his lips aren’t the perfect combination of firm and soft. His body tenses as mine softens into him and I slide my hands up his chest at the same time my tongue slips between his lips. I moan softly, at the warmth of his mouth, the taste of the rum on his tongue, the feel of his breath catch. His strong palms slide slowly up my bare arms as we sink further into the kiss, when all of a sudden his fingers dig into my shoulders and he’s pushing me away. A shocked gasp falls from both of our mouths when our connection is broken.
“Haddie.” His voice is pained as he says my name, a contradictory plea and curse at the same time.
And my mind may be a little fuzzy and my body coiled so tight from his kiss, but that break in his voice tells me he more than enjoyed it. That he wants me just as badly as I want him.
I force myself to look up, meet the clouded shock in his eyes. “What? Don’t you want me, Becks?”
I feel his fingers tense on my shoulders, hear a strained chuckle deep in his throat. “Oh there’s a whole lot of want here,” he says before closing his eyes momentarily. He works a swallow in his throat and then pushes me away. “I’m just trying to play it safe, Had.”
His rejection stings—the alcohol softening the blow—but I feel the hesitancy in his fingers before he removes them from my shoulders. And with desire coursing through me, lust fueling its fire, I use my need to forget as the match to light the flame.
I step into him and slide my hands up his crisp, white shirt, and meet his eyes. “C’mon, how much safer can we be? I’m with you aren’t I? You’re not going to hurt me…are you Becks?” I may have drank a lot tonight but I know desire when I see it, and damn if it doesn’t look sexy on Becks.