Title: Resist
Author: K. Bromberg
Genre: General Fiction (Adult) , Romance
Release Date: July 30, 2019
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Summary
Who says you have to play by the rules to get what you want?
Agreeing to meet Ryker Lockhart is my first mistake. Rich, handsome, and more than intriguing, he thinks blackmail will bend me to his will.
But he’s wrong.
I may have done a few things that weren’t exactly legal, but I have my own reasons for that. The last thing I’m going to do is let some high-powered divorce attorney come into my life, have my body, and rule my heart. Not to mention ruin everything that I have carefully built in just a short amount of time.
But as much as I try to resist him, and against my better judgment, there is something about him that has me agreeing to his proposal.
I’m putting everything on the line for him. I just hope I won’t lose everything when this is all over.
Excerpt: Resist
The lobby is elegant, with its large chandeliers, but they’re kept dim so as to allow each of its patrons some privacy. Almost as if they know I’m trying to hide some from the rest of the room for a bit. Soft classical music flows from the overhead speakers as people mill about in evening wear. There are hugs given among people, and laughs echo off the walls and marble floors.
I stand in the corner, surveying the crowd as nerves I don’t want to admit to run a riotous act within, and my mind tries to grapple for the nth time with what I’m about to do.
You’re keeping your reputation intact.
That’s how I have to look at this. That’s how I have to justify this.
Just like that, my breath catches when Ryker Lockhart waltzes into the lobby. I’m rarely affected by a man—sure, I can say one is handsome or sexy or gorgeous, but rarely does a man really catch my eye.
But there he is . . . standing in the middle of the lobby, surveying everyone around him, making my pulse race.
This is a bad idea.
He’s tall, his shoulders are broad, and there’s an air about him that screams authority while a magnetism about him makes people look his way.
And he hasn’t even spoken a word to anyone yet.
Such a bad idea.
He’s in a well-tailored tuxedo, everything black save for the crisp white dress shirt beneath it. His hair is styled, and an expensive watch glints at his wrist when he holds it up to look at the time.
Of course, that’s my cue that I’m not there exactly on time, but I give him a few more seconds to make him wait.
It’s all about power, even when I’m in a different pair of shoes.
With a deep breath, I walk toward him, shoulders square, head high, and remind myself that I’m not Vee right now. I can’t act like we’re on an equal playing field.
He has hired me. I am his.
