Meet Zander & Getty in DOWN SHIFT -
the newest stand alone in the Driven Series by K. Bromberg!
The New York Times bestselling Driven series continues with a story about finding love where you least expect it...
Behind the wheel, racing champion Zander Donavan is at the top of his game. But after too much excess in his personal life, he’s forced to step away. He needs to accomplish something all on his own—outside of his famous father, Colton Donavan’s, shadow.
Getty Caster is running away from the abuse that clouds her past. She thinks she’s found the perfect escape—until she discovers a stranger in the beachside cottage she’d been promised. He’s undeniably sexy, but she’s there to heal. Alone.
Before long though, fighting with each other turns into fighting their attraction. And giving into desire sets off a chain reaction that has their pasts colliding. With an unexpected love on the line, can they overcome the fallout to build a future?
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Review
**5 stars**
I love the Driven
series and knowing we finally get Zander's book was amazing. This poor
beautiful broken boy, now man, captured my heart when you first met him and has
continued ever since. K. Bromberg did an amazing job with his story and it was
perfect for Zee, it captured him and all he's been through. It was honest and
healed all wounds that needed to be healed.
Zander has always
been on of my favorite boys. When you first meet him, he wasn't in a good
place, he wouldn't speak until Colton showed up. His life wasn't easy in the
beginning but because of Rylee and Colton, he was given a chance at life and a
family. For twenty years he had a family who lived and wounds had started to
heal until a box shows and turns his world upside down. Pushing his family
away, losing his job and sponsors, he isn't welcome back until he can make
amends and fully accept his family for all that they are, his family. He wasn't
prepared for Getty along his journey, though.
Getty, is strong. I
loved her character and all she's done to overcome the crappy cards she was
dealt with. After starting her life over in a place she now she calls, she
begins to find herself. Using art as her source of therapy, she has a life of
her own, until she finds a strange man in her new home. Knowing all she had
gone through and all she has overcome, I love that she lets Zander in. He
helped heal her just like she helped heal him.
I love their story.
I love their HEA. I love that you can feel the love Rylee and Colton have for
Zander and even Getty at the end. The strength that these two have has
individuals and the strength they have as a couple amazed me. I didn't want it
to end, I wanted more and to keep experiencing life with them. I can't wait for
others to fall in love with Zander and Getty, because what they have is real.
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 (Releasing 10/4/16)), and a short story titled UnRaveled. She is currently finishing up Sweet Cheeks a standalone novel out at the end of 2016.
Her plans for 2017 include a sports romance duet (The Player (#1) and The Catch (#2)) and the Everyday Heroes series (Cuffed (#1), Combust (#2), and Cockpit (#3). She’s also writing a novella for the 1,001 Dark Night series that will be out in February 2017.
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Excerpt
“You don’t know
anything about me.” My voice is slight but strong, my need to assert myself front
and center despite his calling me on the carpet.
“That’s where you’re
wrong, Socks. I might not know where you’re from or why I ruffled your feathers
today, but I know you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. Whatever
it is that you ran from back home, you did it. You got out and are making it on
your own. That takes guts and you deserve mad props for that. I know you like
things messy and are goddamn cute when you’re tipsy. I know you’re stubborn as
hell and gorgeous as fuck. And that your kiss tastes like an aged whiskey:
something I want to sip slowly, feel on my lips, savor on my tongue, and take
my time with before I get drunk on it.” With a lift of his eyebrows and a nod
of his head, he walks past me, leaving me with my mouth agape and eyes wide.
I can’t move. Just
stand staring at the door in front of me as I try to process what he just said,
what he meant by it, and yet there’s no use because we just had a whole
one-sided conversation and that need to banter with him is gone. Lost to the
tingling in my lower belly and the wild spinning of my thoughts.
“Oh, and, Getty?”
Zander calls out to me from the kitchen, refusing to continue until I turn to
face him, standing there unabashedly shirtless. “If you ever call me pretty
again, we’re gonna have a real problem. I guarantee you there is nothing pretty
about me.”
I almost smile at
the fact that out of all of the crappy things I said to him, that is the one
that bugged him the most.
“You are kind
of pretty, though,” I murmur, unable to resist goading him further, needing to
try to get us back on an even playing field. Because hell if right now I don’t
feel like I’m on the low end of the teeter-totter.
His immediate response?
A snort to signify that his chiseled abs and the tall, dark, and handsome thing
he’s got going on are nothing more than average.
“Last warning,
Socks.” His eyes flash with mirth. And what looks like desire.
An unexpected part
of me—the one who usually hides and doesn’t ever take a chance—wants to say it
again. Just to see what he’d do if I did.
“So damn pretty.” I don’t know who’s more shocked at my
comment, him or me, but we stand there for a moment, gazes locked, unspoken
words warring across the distance between us.
He walks toward me
with a predatory gleam in his eyes and a salacious smirk on his lips that
catches me off guard. “I know I said you were brave, Getty, but now you’re just
playing with matches.”
I draw in a long
inhale as he steps right in front of me. I can’t look at him. My nerve is
suddenly gone. Outside, rain pelts the roof. The constant drip into the bucket
in the hallway serves as a metronome to this anticipatory silence we are
dancing in. The goose bumps on his chest are the only thing I can focus on.
When his thumb and
forefinger direct my chin up so I’m forced to meet his eyes, every part of me
hums from his touch. From the want of something I don’t quite understand myself
and couldn’t ever put into words. Our eyes meet—his intense, mine searching for
answers that aren’t his to give—before his gaze flicks down to my mouth and
then back up again.
“Not yet, Getty.” He
closes his eyes for a beat, and I see what I think is restraint reflected in
his grimace, before a ghost of a smile spreads on his lips. “I don’t think
you’re ready to light this fire just yet.”
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