From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author K. Bromberg comes a new story in her Everyday Heroes series…
Control is something Desi Whitman abhors. Why live life in black and white perfection when you can messily color outside the lines?
But when she comes face to face with SWAT officer Reznor Mayne, he’s about to show her just how good control can feel.
Control was a great novella, but I kind of felt like we were barely getting to scratch the surface of Desi and Reznor’s story. The story was complete; I just felt like there was so much more to both of them just under the surface. Things that were briefly glossed over but never really explored. I have a love/hate relationship with novellas, and this was a perfect example of why. They’re so much fun when you only have a small amount of reading time, but they always leave me craving more.
Control is the second book I’ve read in as many days where the woman is leery of relationships in general, and the man slowly wears down her walls, and I’ve got to tell you I’m there for it. As much as I love a broody bad boy – and I do, I really do – it’s refreshing to have the roles reversed occasionally. I loved that Reznor was equally unsure about love and domesticity, but he knew what he and Desi had was special and worth fighting for and fight he did.
Desi was not my favorite heroine. She was frustrating and a little hard to love, but she was damn sure of herself and knew what she wanted, so she did have a certain appeal to the part of me that loves a strong woman. There were definitely times I just wanted to shake some sense into her and make her see what was standing right in front of her. For all the frustration I held for Desi, I did eventually understand why she felt like she did, and it broke my heart a little for her.
Control was predicated on some heavier themes, that weren’t delved too deeply into – as is the nature of a novella – but the strongest part of this book was the banter between Desi and Reznor. They were both quick-witted and knew how to get under each other’s skin, which lent a great deal of levity and humor to the story. I did appreciate the heavier moments of the book, when they were actually living and sharing their truths, and would have loved to see more of that.
Control is the fourth book in K. Bromberg’s Everyday Heroes series and can be read as a standalone. There are a few cameos from one of the previous couples in the series, but nothing that spoils their story. Control is written in dual first-person perspective, narrated by Desi and Reznor.
“Remind me not to like him.”
“Like who?” she asks.
Gotta keep her on her toes.
“Logan St. Assh*le,” I say. “Guys who have cats—correction, guys who name their cat Pussy—either aren’t getting any or are using the name as a way to state they’re not gay when everyone already knows they are.”
“Is that so?”
“Yep. Why be ashamed of who you are and hide behind a cat? Just live the best life.”
There’s something I say that has her head tilting to the side again. She takes me in a little longer than expected. “It’s the former,” she finally admits.
I shrug. “Why is he an assh*le?”
“The bigger question is how is he not an assh*le?” For the briefest of moments I see a ghost of a smile on her lips, and it reminds me of how pretty she was the other day before the defense class began when she was chatting me up.
“Doggy Style?” I ask.
“That’s the name.”
“But Pussy is a cat.”
“You’re quite observant…”
“I can imagine you attract all kinds of interesting folks with that name,” I say, dismissing her sarcasm.
For the briefest of moments something flickers through her eyes and before I can put a finger on it, the emotion is gone, but it reminds me of what I saw in them the other day after class.
“Just as I’m sure you do working with SWAT.”
“Always.” I look at the cute cottage-style house. “You lived here long?”
We stare at each other in silence, and it’s almost as if she remembers she isn’t supposed to like me. Her expression and posture suddenly stiffen…probably because she realized she was smiling at me.
And f*ck if I know why it turns me on.
“It’s none of your business.”
So that’s how she wants to play it? Fine.
“Then it’s also none of my business that Pussy ran into the house about two minutes ago.” She narrows her eyes and sneers at me again. “It’s your loss, Desi.”
“That you don’t trust me to show you just how good I am with something wet and groomed.” And with that parting comment, I flash her a lightning-quick grin before heading to my side of the fence, while she grumbles and curses me out under her breath.
I hear her door slam.
I hear her call for Pussy again.
And all I can think about is how damn unexpected she is—and at the same time such a very welcome distraction.
I think I’m going to like my time in Sunnyville.
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, K. has sold over one million copies of her books and has landed on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists over twenty-five times.
In April, she’ll release The Player, the first in a two-book sports romance series (The Catch, book 2, will be released late June), with many more already outlined and ready to be written.
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