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Tracie Delaney
Book ArchiveContemporaryMolten
Tracie Delaney’s Control is a fast-paced, angst-ridden, steamy contemporary romance written in K. Bromberg’s Driven World project.
Life has a way of kicking you in the nuts right when you’re riding an unstoppable wave.
I know, because it happened to me.
In one split second, my entire existence came crashing down. Setting up a school to teach underprivileged kids the art of motor racing is just the distraction I need from the darkness that haunts my every waking moment.
And it worked, until she arrived with her sea-blue eyes, her soft smile, and her determination to fix me.
My advice, sweetheart? Take your altruistic attitude and shove it. I’m broken beyond repair.
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Life has a way of presenting the solution to an unsolvable problem when you least expect it.
Yet in my wildest dreams, I never imagined the beautiful but damaged Nico Palmer would offer the answer to all my prayers.
The way he is with my son—patient, kind, understanding—tells me he’s salvageable. Somewhere deep inside his black heart there’s a chink of light. All I have to do is find a way to smash through the barriers he’s erected.
He’s not making it easy, but I’ve never run from a challenge.
And I don’t intend to start now.
This is my new favorite book by Tracie, and I have claimed Nico as mine. The thought of his dirty talking, foul mouth, with his British accent, makes my toes curl. The action starts right away, and the excitement of the world of race cars runs throughout the story. Nico is an adorable asshole, Everly is a wonderful leading lady, and Rhett is as adorable as he is ornery. The twist and turns in the story had me gasping out loud and yelling at the characters in the book. And the sexy times were off the charts hot. Read this one today, and you won’t be sorry.
A taste
He sucked on his fingers, and everything south of my belly button constricted. "Jesus, that's hot." I curled my legs around his waist. "Don't make me wait." He slipped his hands beneath my ass, lifted me a few inches, and pushed forward, filling me in one smooth thrust.
"That's you, Everly. The thought of how wet you are, the panting little breaths you make right before you come, the way your pussy clamps around my dick five seconds before you orgasm. All those things make me so fucking hard I swear I'm gonna burst." She circled her hips beneath me. "More," she breathed.
His hips pistoned, his cock sliding in and out. I carried on watching, fascinated. The second he stilled, I shifted my gaze to his face. He'd closed his eyes, and an expression of pure bliss sent an upsurge of emotion crashing through me.
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