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.

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I love the Everyday Heroes series and couldn’t wait to get Desi’s story and for the strong-willed BFF of Emerson to get her happily every after. But boy does Reznor have his work cut out for him.
Desi owns Doggy Style, a dog grooming/boarding company. Her conversations with Pussy the cat had me laughing out loud. Desi has no trust in men… because of her background, because of things that happened to make her fear for her safety.
Reznor is in the SF SWAT and because of something that happens on the job, he is now living next door to Desi to clear his head, to take some time to re-evaulate his job, and to help teach self defense classes to the women in her town.
I loved their interactions. I LOVED Reznor plain and simple. This man who is tough on the outside but is so full of heart and compassion and just so romantic… I swooned over this man big time.
He works hard to get Desi to trust him, their attraction so palpable and HOT. He is literally the PERFECT man. And that’s where I struggled because Desi got on my nerves. I understood her trust issues, her fear but I also wanted to knock her on the side of the head because Rez was proving he was a trustworthy guy but she didn’t see it until he was almost gone 🙁
So did it end in a HEA for our stubborn heroine? Well, I am not going to tell you that because you have to read this book, this series to really fall in love with all of the characters in the Everyday Heroes series. I will say that I wished for more time… more time to see them together. But in the end, it was perfect for them.
I wholeheartedly recommend this series to readers who love their heroes strong, sexy, in uniform and unforgettable! <3

“I’ll tell you what, Desi Whitman. I think you’re a chicken. I think you hide behind your preconceived notions out of principle—or at least that’s what you label it, but fear is fear. You can put lipstick on a pig, but it’s still a pig.” My hands still and my eyes meet his in the reflection of the window in front of me. “The question is, how bad do you want it? How bad do you want to see where this might go between us? A few nights of sex? A few dates? Anything. Something. When will you push yourself to think that it’s okay?”

“I already told you, I know who I am, and I know what I want out of life.”

“You did…but that’s before you met someone who changed that.”

I spin around and glare at him. He’s thinking too much into this. “Down, boy. It’s sex. One time. That’s it.”

“Two times,” he counters and lifts his eyebrows.

“Two?”

“Sweetheart, we may not have been touching, but you can’t deny we f*cked each other across this space.” He points to his house and back, but his eyes never leave mine. “You can call it semantics. You can say it didn’t happen, but I’ll fight you on that. Watching you was hotter than hell. You came for me. And next time you do, I’ll be buried in you.”

His words evoke too many things I don’t want to think about but can’t seem to avoid thinking of late.

“That’s presumptuous,” I say simply, because I have nothing else to say.

His chuckle is back and so is that look in his eye that’s part challenge, part predator. “You’re only pushing me away because you know it’s good—we’re good—and you’re afraid you’re only going to like it more.”

“Why are you here, Reznor?” I shove my hands on my hips so I don’t reach out and touch him.

I can see him question which answer he should give. The one we both know—that he wants to sleep with me again—or the underlying reason. “You didn’t show up to class again.”

“And I called Bear ahead of time and let him know that something came up. That way you knew, he knew—”

“Why not walk across the yard and tell me?”

“Because I was…” avoiding you. Wanting you. Needing to keep my distance from you.

His smile is half-cocked. “That’s what I thought.” He takes a step toward me. “You want me as much as I want you…”

“I don’t—”

He holds his finger against my lips and says, “Shhh.” Our eyes hold as every part of my body vibrates from his touch. “I’m not a patient man, Desi…except when it comes to things I think are worth it.”

“Reznor—”

“Tell Jeff you’re off the market.” My spine stiffens at his order. “Because you’re worth it.”

And then, of course, the aftereffects of Reznor Mayne hit me—the flutter, the swoon, and the sag—as a smile slides across his lips and he dips his chin before walking out the back door without looking back.

The man is infuriating.

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