Thursday, June 11, 2015

Blog Tour: Sweet Ache by K. Bromberg

The New York Times bestselling author of Slow Burn turns up the heat when a sexy bet turns into so much more....
Hawkin Play, the bad boy rock star with a good guy heart, has lived a lifetime of cleaning up after his twin brother’s mistakes. Hunter’s most recent screwup could land Hawke in jail and risk the band’s future. Hawke agrees to guest lecture at a local college to stay in the judge’s good graces—and a bet with his bandmate to seduce his sexy teaching assistant is icing on the cake.
Quinlan Westin is harder to bed than Hawke imagined. She knows his type and is determined to avoid the rocker at all costs—even if their attraction runs deeper than simple lust.

Just as Hawke might finally be winning over the girl, his brother has other plans. When Hunter realizes his twin finally has a weakness, he’ll stop at nothing to take advantage....

4 Star Review by Lisa Kane

Hawke Play is the lead singer for the band Bent. He and his band mates have worked their butts off for the success they share. But it has come at a price. His twin brother Hunter is constantly screwing up. His addictions caused the band to kick him out, right before they signed their contract with a label. He has never forgiven his brother for his success and thinks he was cheated. Hawkin constantly bails him out. He feels guilty and on top of that, there are issues with his mom and her health. Hawke  has the world on is his shoulders.

Blood is thicker than water but you can still drown in it all the same.
His brother's latest disaster resulted in Hawke taking the fall for being caught with drugs. This time, he could actually face jail time. He swears to himself he won't keep doing this-cleaning up his brother's messes isn't helping anyone. 

"I'd love to get off your case. In fact, there shouldn't even be a f#*king case because it should be Hunter and not you sitting here."
He finds out that his sentence might be lighter if he teaches a class at USC. He isn't looking forward to it, but if it will help the mess he is in right now, he'll do it. 

Twelve lectures and you're in the judge's good graces meaning the possibility of a lighter sentence if any at all. 

Quinlan is smart, a great student and has her head firmly fixed on her shoulders. Her brother, Colton Donavan (from the Driven series), is overly protective of her. He never thinks anyone is good enough for his little sister. She's been asked to be the teaching assistant for one of Professor Stevens' classes. 

Please God don't let her ask me to add something else t my already overflowing plate full of obligations, deadlines, and drafts I need to write. 

Imagine her surprise when she finds out that Hawke is teaching it. But their first meeting doesn't go so well!

"That being late for an event is a surefire way to make a bad first impression."
"True," I say with a measured nod of my head, his eyes dancing with mirthful victory when I continue. 
"It is better to stay silent and be thought a fool, than to open one's mouth and remove all doubt."

But they are attracted to one another, they just don't seem to be able to let down their cocky guards. Quinlan finds herself falling a little under his spell, but Hawke is a player and most of the girls in his class are making their own plays to get his attention. No way does H want to be part of that entourage. 

"I've got a soft spot for a woman who's beautiful and quick with her tongue."
"Well, I'm sure you have the part down pat but I thought a guy like you'd prefer a woman without a brain or better yet, no teeth."

Hawke ends up making a bet that he can get into Quinlan's panties. You just know this is going to back fire don't you? His brother has been creeping up on him, and is picking up vibes that he may be interested in Quinlan. That's never good news, since whatever Hawke has, Hunter wants. So Hawke is forced to to make a couple of douche moves to make Quinlan think he doesn't care for her at all. 

I know they say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but f#*k that shit. Absence makes you want to drink a fifth and pass out so you stop thinking and feeling. Both make your gut twist so why not take the one that numbs you?
Things get really complicated and there are a lot of hurt feelings. I wish these two would just sit down and be honest with one another! But then where would the fun be in that? So push and pull, for every step forward, there are two backward for this couple. And then things turn down right dangerous. 

But Hawke is a really good guy who needed someone to share his pain with-he just never realized it. This is a sweet story, with some mild angst and suspense. There are some really interesting characters in this one-wondering if they will be getting stories of their own? 

"You don't get the girl, Play, if you don't fight for her."

“Now you guys need to get going so you have time for Quin to give you the complete rundown,” Professor Stevens says.
Of course she has no idea the double entendre she’s just given Hawkin about me giving him a complete rundown, but I know Hawke catches it. I manage to resist the urge to stomp my feet in frustration and storm out of her office like a toddler. Instead I give her a tight smile before turning and walking out of the office and then the department.
I stand there in the sunshine, waiting for him to get his ass in gear and quit wasting my time. When I finally hear the door open I just start walking and the sound of his boots is the only inclination that he’s following.
“I’ve got longer legs than you Trixie,” he chides from a few feet back. “But feel free to keep swinging your hips like that, and I’ll stay right here behind you and enjoy the show.”
I bristle at the comment. At the moment there’s no authority to be respectful of, no damage that can’t be undone.
“A show?” The pitch of my voice escalates as I whirl around to face him—sunglasses on, hair disheveled, and I wish I hadn’t turned around because damn, he’s just that devastatingly fine. I’m quiet for a beat as we both appraise each other from behind darkened lenses. His dark hair, tanned skin, and cocky smirk pulls at those parts of me I don’t want to be pulled. “You want to talk about a show.” I grit the words out, trying to push my physical attraction to him from my mind. “Let’s talk about your little performance for Dr. Stevens.”
“I know. I’m good, huh? Sorry but a man’s got to do what he’s got to do . . . Besides, I wasn’t done with you yet.”
My mouth falls lax and I’m momentarily flabbergasted. “Done with me yet?” I sputter the words when I’ve recovered my wits at his arrogance run amuck . . . But I can’t deny the little flutter in my belly at his comment. There’s just something about him aside from the whole I’m a rock-star thing, that makes me desire him in a way I can’t put into words.
“Yep.” He says casually as he unwraps a Starburst and pops it into his mouth. And I hate that I’m fascinated with watching his mouth suck on the sweet candy. Luckily he speaks so I can distract myself from the captivating sight. “I’m pretty sure you have a usefulness . . . I’m just trying to figure out what that is.” He licks his lips. “Well, besides the obvious, that is . . .” Smirk is handily in place and I hate that ache starting to simmer in my core.
“Why don’t you go suck a—”
“Relax,” he says, angling his head to the side and emitting a laugh as he steps closer to me. “I’m just teasing you. You’re so damn easy to rile up and so hard to resist. Plus you’re even hotter when you’re pissed. I like it.” He shrugs an apology, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his jeans with a sheepish grin that softens all those hard edges and makes me sigh with the contrast of characteristics. He holds a red Starburst out to me as a peace offering. “C’mon, you know you want to be the star to my burst.”
We’ve stopped, my hands are on my hips, and the sun is falls around us as hewaits for me to react to his innocent little comment. Deep down I know I’m screwed. I feel an urge to smile but immediately realign my defenses. The contradiction he presents, the smooth with the rough, is the one thing that I always fall for when it comes to men.
And I’m not going to fall for Hawkin Play.

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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