“Sometimes love happens unexpectedly…”
From New York
Times and USA Today Bestselling author K Bromberg, comes
CONTROL, a new novella in her Everyday Heroes
Series, brought to you by 1,001 Dark
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From New York Times and USA
Today bestselling author K. Bromberg comes a new story in her Everyday Heroes
Control is something Desi Whitman abhors. Why live life in black and
white perfection when you can messily color outside the lines?
But when she comes face to face with SWAT officer Reznor Mayne, he’s
about to show her just how good control can feel.
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“K. Bromberg always delivers intelligently written, emotionally intense,
sensual romance . . .”
Men are on women.
Women are on women.
Grunts and groans fill the air.
There is cheering from the sidelines as bystanders watch them writhe and buck and try to get the other
“It’s like a big orgy in here,” I say to the woman standing beside me. I don’t know her, but she’s standing
like we are, back against the gym wall, eyes glued to the men and women fighting for
positioning—moving, bucking, defending—on the mats where they’re lying.
She emits a nervous laugh and looks to me. Prim and proper, she resembles a Stepford wife, and all I can
think is that her ladies’ club decided to do this together and she’s the only one who decided to show up.
At least I’m not the only one nervous about being here. There could be worse things I guess…like
actually needing to use the skills I’m supposed to learn here in Sunnyville Self Defense Class to protect
A group at the far side of the gym erupts in applause, and I stand on my tiptoes to see a woman standing
with her foot on the instructor’s throat while he’s lying on the mat. His red SSDC T-shirt matches
everyone else standing around trying to look official with a whistle and gym pants on.
“Exactly,” a deep rumble of a voice on the other side of me says.
I glance over and whoa…all my attention shifts from the grunts and groans on the floor to
how I wouldn’t mind grunting and groaning with the man on his cell beside me. Our gazes meet for the
briefest of seconds—chocolate-brown eyes giving me a passing glance and a curt smile before turning
back to whoever is on the phone while watching the action beyond.
Taking my time and trying not to pay attention to HottieMcTotty, I scan the gym. Basic blue gymnastic
mats cover the majority of the hardwood floors, basketball hoops hang from the lofty ceiling but have
been drawn up, and championship banners hang, partially hiding the painted mural of the Sunnyville
High School mascot on the wall at the far end.
But no matter how hard I try to not look back at him, that is where my attention lands. He’s a good six
inches taller than I am, has dark hair, and his body beneath his Under Armour workout shirt hints at how
ridiculously fit he is. His bicep closest to me stretches the fabric and is covered in a dizzying tattooed
array of colors and images I can’t openly look at to decipher. You can only do so much with a
But his voice. It’s like liquid sex with a rasp and a rumble and a whole earth-shattering orgasm in
Hello to you, Mister A-Little-Rugged-And-Whole-Lot-Sexy.
I listen to him talk. Not stalkerish-like…well, maybe stalkerish-like, but damn if the background of
grunting and groaning only serves to enhance the things my mind is dreaming up.
And then it hits me.
He’s not here as an instructor—no red SSDC shirt on. So that means he’s here as a boyfriend or a
husband and therefore completely off limits.
If he were an instructor, I’d make sure to be in his group so he could grind on me for a bit…and I’m
talking the pelvis kind of grind…if I’m being truthful.
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.
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), and a novella (UnRaveled).