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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?


EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: Combust

K. Bromberg

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The second standalone novel in K. Bromberg’s Everyday Heroes series about three brothers, the job that calls them, and the women who challenge them, is now available, and I have an excerpt for you.

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Excerpt

“If I were you, I’d make him wait until tomorrow,” Grady says as he rounds the bed and moves to his dresser.

I stare at him from where I stand just inside his bedroom door, hesitant to go any farther in case that invades his space. “But the sooner we work on some songs, the quicker he leaves.”

Grady stops where he is and narrows his eyes at me. “You can come in, you know. I’m not going to bite you.”

“I know,” I say, but all I can think about is those damn lips of his and how I just might want them all over me. The way he kissed me after he hung up the phone—as if his life depended on it—makes it impossible to deny that Grady Malone knows how to pretend to be model boyfriend material. “I just . . .”

With his body facing mine, Grady pulls his shirt over his head, and the sight of his naked torso steals every last thought from my head. He looks up at the sudden silence to find me staring at him. “What’s wrong? You do know we’re going to have to sleep together, right?”

I choke on air as I think about everything that happened with Wes, and now . . . and now there is Grady standing before me, looking a hundred times more appealing then Wes ever did. How am I . . . if I couldn’t make Wes . . .

“Relax, McCoy. I’m joking, but not really.” He smiles wide, and I notice that every movement he makes to pull the pillows from the bed is deliberate so that his back, his scars, remain out of my line of sight. “We have to sleep in here if you want to sell this. You can take the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor so that—”

“That’s ridiculous. This is your room. I’ll sleep on the floor.” I hold up my hand to stop him from arguing. “Or we can sleep together in your bed. It isn’t like we can’t do that.” When his grin turns mischievous, I correct myself. “That is if you wear clothes to bed.”

His laugh is full and genuine. “You’re cramping my style, you know that?”

I remember what his body felt like between my thighs, and I know this is going to be a horrible idea. “I’ll stay on my side of the bed, I promise.”

“I’m a cuddler. I can’t make you any promises.”

Our eyes hold. There’s something about him—the unapologetic truth about himself that he can’t entirely hide—that makes him irresistible.

And dangerous.

It was all fun and games when I labeled him as just a firefighter. When keeping him at arm’s length was easy while sleeping in my room at the other end of the hall. But tonight has been like some slow-burn foreplay that I know both of us have felt.

Either that or Jett being here has made me desperate for anyone who’s nothing like him.

“Thanks for the warning.” I lean my shoulder against the wall as Grady pulls a Sunnyville Fire Department T-shirt over his head. Now that our blatant attraction has been addressed in the only way we know how to deal with it—ignore it or joke about it—my mind fills with everything my Google search brought to light earlier. Every part of me wants to tell him I know about the fire but knows this isn’t the time or place for this conversation with Jett just feet down the hall. Besides, a part of me wants to know he trusts me enough to tell me on his own. It sounds stupid, but it’s the truth. “What are you going to do if I work on lyrics with him?”

“Since I don’t think you’ll be happy if I sit on your lap just to piss him off, I’m going to go work outside for a bit.” He strides toward me and surprises me when he leans in and kisses my cheek. “Don’t stay out too late with the enemy, dear.”

That brush of his lips tells me that Grady Malone may just be as devastating to my heart as Jett, only in a completely different way.

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Grady Malone is everything I would want in a significant other. Compassion, sensual, and his sense of pride, Great abs too. Lol

Love the excerpt! I hoping to read it soon after I finish a few ARCs that I have. Thanks for the chance to win a signed copy!

I have been a fan of K. Bromberg from the beginning and this book was everything you can expect from such a great and devoted author. Love her work!

I LOVE stories with firemen involved. Must be the helmet LOL. Anyway way, I would love to read it. Paperback is my favorite type of a book by far. So yeah, I would love to win. Thank you for the giveaway :) !

Omg I have been seeing this book all over! Every time Bromberg writes a book it’s a guarantee to turn to gold! I am sure that this one will be no different! Thank you for allowing us readers the opportunity to maybe own it!

I absolutely love Grady and Dylan’s story! The insecurities these two carry around are so real and the way they loved each other was everything!

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