Monday, 29 January 2018

Release Blitz & Review: K Bromberg's "Combust (Everyday Heroes # 2)."
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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?

Review: Surj 

Wow, Kristy Bromberg sure did light the mother of all fires with her latest addition to the "Everyday Heroes" series and boy did I feel like my emotions had been burned to a crisp by the time I turned the last page. Seriously peeps, what a read. This one hit me right in the solar plexus from the get go knocking me for six not once but time and time again. I didn't think my heart would recover. Kristy writes angst so so well and "Combust" was a prime example of that. It was devastating and gut wrenching but perfectly balanced with that signature sweetness, humour, romance and chemistry this author is renowned for. 

" is rarely pretty. It's messy. It's complicated. It's often ugly, 
but that's how you know it's right. Pretty doesn't always last. 
It's the things you have to work at that make the reward that much sweeter."

"Combust" gave us the story of Grady Malone, a sexy as sin firefighter who was deeply troubled, carrying the burden of unfounded guilt that came as a result of a tragic event from the past. His leading lady came in the form of Dylan McCoy, a song writer who had been burned by every man that had meant something to her. To top it off, in the world of showbiz where image was everything, Dylan felt like she didn't belong, harbouring her own insecurities when it came to body image. Each of these characters had their own story to tell, and each one left my heart hurting. 

Every touch is a splash of gasoline on a smoulder. 
Every kiss is a match being lit. 
every groan a lick of flame searing both my skin and my soul. 

Kristy Bromberg wrote a perfect slow burn romance with "Combust" and I savoured every mouth watering part of it. The "housemates to friends to more" story was written in such a way that I was engrossed and couldn't wait to see what came next. Although there were some light hearted and funny moments between the couple plus an undeniable chemistry that had me rooting for the pair, overall, this was a story that brought out the natural born fixer in me. I wanted to take away their insecurities, vulnerabilities, hurt and pain. I wanted each of them to see their self worth, to see their beauty both on the outside and within. I wanted them to realise just how perfect they were. I just wanted to .... to make everything better for them. I guess this is where the uplifting moments came because despite what I've said, there were times my heart felt so full of pride when Grady and Dylan overcame hurdles in their lives. those moments made all the anguish and angst worth it because when that grin spread on my face, it would take a lot to wipe it off. 

“We all have scars. Some are visible, some aren’t. 
In the end, they represent the fact that you’re stronger 
now than whatever tried to hurt you.”

It was great catching up with the rest of the Malone clan, from the parents to the brothers, this really was a family unit of the best kind. The banter between the brothers had me in stitches but equally, the love and support they offered one another made my heart swell with pride. 

This really was another great addition to the "Everyday Heroes" series peeps. The writing was outstanding as always and so full of emotion and feeling and in terms of the storyline, although not completely unique, I love how this author put her own twist on it to make it her own. 

Find 'em hot and leave 'em wet just got a whole new meaning. 

Grady and Dylan's story gets ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️


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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