Three Chicks and Their Books: Release Blitz: Combust by K. Bromberg

Combust, an all new sexy and emotional standalone by K. Bromberg is Available NOW!

From New York Times Bestselling author, K. Bromberg, comes the second standalone book in the Everyday Heroes series. Just how hot will firefighter Grady Malone turn up the heat?

Songwriter Dylan McCoy has been burned.

By her boyfriend she found in her bed . . . with someone else.

By the contract she signed that obligates her to work with him until the songs for his new album are complete.

By her agent when she asked Dylan to keep their breakup on the down-low.

When she finds herself in Sunnyville, she refuses to let her new roommate burn her too. Still . . . a rebound has never looked so good.

That’s her first thought when she sees firefighter Grady Malone.
Sexy. Charismatic. Unapologetic. He’s a man who carries his own scars—the ones on his back, the survivor’s guilt on his soul, and the fear in his heart.

When an unexpected visitor puts their roommate status to the test, will their undeniable attraction burn out, or will they both take a chance and play with fire?

4.5 Stars

Review by Jen Skewes

Dylan McCoy is a song-writer who has just been betrayed by her rock star boyfriend, finding him in bed with another woman. She just wants to go away and escape her life in LA and forget all about Jett Kroger. But she is still under contract with the studio to write more songs for his new album. She doesn’t have to be there to write the songs so she takes the break she needs from her everyday life, her home, her ex and basically her life. She temporarily moves to a small town named Sunnyvale and stays with her brother’s friend, Grady Malone.

Grady is a hot and sexy firefighter who is also very damaged from the past two years. This man had been carrying so much guilt around. He lost someone close to him and has been blaming himself for two years. But it is also his insecurities and fears that have also caused so much pain and hurt. It is what has stopped him from truly living his life. When it comes to his love life, he doesn’t get to close to women, doesn’t do commitment. But then Dylan McCoy comes along and starts to peel back the layers of Grady Malone. Piece by piece he begins to open up in ways that he hasn’t done in a long time. She sees the pain and guilt that he carries with him every day. And slowly he begins to heal a little bit at a time. But Grady is not the only one that is hurting. Dylan is still trying to get past her ex-boyfriend’s betrayal but there is so much more to her story. She has her own fears and insecurities, ones that she lives with everyday. But Grady Malone may be the one person who can help her get past those feelings of doubt that she has. But the only problem is that he cannot offer her much. He cannot give her what she deserves.

Grady and Dylan form a friendship that leads to a bit more. But with Grady being fearful of the “C” word, Dylan is left wondering where this will even go. She is falling for him hard, but knows that in a few months time she will be leaving. They both heal each other in their own way, together I think in a way they both feel whole when with each other. But is it enough for Grady to admit his feelings for Dylan? Is it enough for him to want to break his own rules and give her everything that she deserves.

I LOVED this book. When I started reading it, I didn’t realize that this was Grady Malone, Grant’s brother from Cuffed. I have read and loved all of K. Bromberg’s books so I don’t even bother reading the blurb any more. If Ms. Bromberg writes it, I read it. And as always she did not disappoint. I think with each book I find another book boyfriend to fall in love with. I don’t know if anyone will ever take the palce of Colton, but Grady Malone dam sure comes very close.

What I really loved about this book was the instant connection between Grady and Dylan. From the moment they met they just clicked. There was this ease and comfort when it came to their friendship. At times one may have stepped over the line with questions that were probably too soon to ask, but yet it never felt that way. These two connected from the moment they met, they opened up and shared parts of themselves with each other. It did not happen over night, it took time but little by little they both peeled away each other’s layers. They both saw the saw and felt the pain that they each carried. They both understood the dragons that they were trying to slay and were simply there for each other.

You know when you read a book and from the moment you start reading you just know?!! You know that these two characters are meant to be together you know that they will work their way into your heart very easily. And you feel that connection right away. That is exactly what I felt with Dylan and Grady. There’s the banter, the flirting, the real moments filled with emotion that they shared. That is what I loved the most about this book. I was captured from the beginning and did not want to let go. There were moments of tears, moments that made me laugh but also moments that just broke my heart. I loved every minute of this book, felt every emotion that these characters felt. And in the end was left with a smile on my face.

Combust is a story about two beautiful people who are each fighting their own demons, their own fears and their own insecurities. But together they find a way to heal. They were just what the other needed in their life. It may have been a slow road to get there, and it may have been filled with ups and downs but in the end they were both exactly where they belonged. Another fantastic job by Ms. Bromberg.

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EXCERPT

Preoccupied with a text on my phone from my agent, I walk into the kitchen and suck in a breath when I come face to back with Grady. He’s standing with his hand on the refrigerator door, head leaned inside, and his back fully exposed to me. It’s broad and strong and scarred immeasurably.

I stare.

I can’t help it. The marks are a dizzying array of dark and light and ridged and smooth. And they’re undeniably burns. Goosebumps chase over my skin as I imagine the pain he must have endured when he got those. I think of his habit of wearing unbuttoned shirts but never going shirtless and the hint of scars just visible above his collar that I never could have imagined led to this roadmap to hell on his back.

A part of me instinctively wants to reach out to touch them, bring some kind of comfort. It sounds ridiculous, even to me, but that doesn’t abate the urge.

“Not pretty, huh? Get a good look while you can.” His voice is gruff as his spine stiffens and body stills, emotion woven through the words.

“Thank God not all of you is pretty. I was beginning to feel majorly insecure having to live with perfection like you,” I say off the cuff, trying to make this situation less awkward. My attempt to settle the sudden tension sparking in the air around us.

“Perfection?” he asks as he turns to face me with a smile that masks the emotion swirling in his eyes.

“Yeah. You have scars. I have mermaid thighs.”

“Mermaid thighs?” He laughs. “What in the world are you talking about?”

“Thighs that touch from the top all the way to my knees.” I shrug as if it doesn’t bug me, as if I’m not highlighting one of the insults Tara threw at me. It’s a whole lot easier to make fun of myself so long as it puts him at ease.

“Do you ever give yourself a break?”

“Do you?” I ask the question, sparking a silent battle of wills as we stare at each other and wonder what to say next about the other’s insecurities. Coming up empty, I shift gears. “I think there is some type of rule about how many abs are fair for a guy to have when the rest of us are just struggling to find one of them.”

His smile rings more genuine as he steps toward me, and I step back, my hips leaning against the counter now.

“Is that so?” His voice lowers as his eyes flick to my lips and then back up. “I’m sure you have some under your shirt there.”

Why does the simple action make it seem so hard to swallow?

He takes another step.

“What are you building outside?”

“A playroom.”

A nervous chuckle falls from my lips as I think of all of the versions of playrooms I’ve read about in my romance books. My cheeks stain red as I imagine Grady with a flogger in one hand standing beside a St. Andrew’s Cross.

“A playroom?”

“Yeah.” He takes a step closer so we’re breathing the same air, his voice husky enough to cause every part of my body to grow alert. “A playroom. You know . . . a pool table. Foosball. A real man cave.”

I exhale a shaky sigh, suddenly more than aware that he’s so close, shirtless, sweaty, and smelling like sun and soap mixed together. But it’s his eyes that make my thoughts falter. There’s an intensity to them I don’t expect from the perpetually cheerful Grady Malone.

“Ah, that kind of playroom . . .” But my words trail off as he steps even closer and braces his hands on the counter on either side of me. I can hear his intake of breath. The music floating in from outside. The pound of my pulse in my ears.

“Hey, Dyl?”

“Yes?” Our eyes hold, my lips fall lax.

“I need you to open up.”

“What?” I question as his hand brushes against my hip and his fingers pull on the drawer handle I’m standing in front of.

“I need the bottle opener. You’re standing in front of the drawer it’s in.” His lips spread into a full-fledged grin as I scramble away from the counter and, of course, run smack dab into the hardness, all six foot plus of him.

And then I rebound off him again in a flustered state that has him laughing and me stuttering. “Sorry. I wasn’t—I didn’t . . .” His arms hold on to my biceps to steady me, which prompts me to look up and meet his eyes.

“We need to stop meeting like this,” he murmurs, the heat of his breath hitting my lips.

“We do.” Brilliant, Dylan. Freaking brilliant response. “I’ve gotta . . . I’ve gotta get back to . . . to writing.”

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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