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When life crashes
down around us, how hard are we willing to fight for the one thing we can’t
live without, each other?
Life is full of moments.
Big moments.
Little moments.
And none of them are
inconsequential.
Every single moment prepares you for that one instance that
defines your life. You must overcome all your fears, confront the demons that
chase you, and cleanse the poison that clings to your soul or you risk the
chance of losing everything.
Mine started the minute Rylee fell out of that damn storage closet.
She made me feel. Made me whole when all I thought I could ever be was
incomplete. Became the lifeline I never knew I needed. Hell yes, she’s worth
the fight…but how do you fight for someone you know you don’t deserve?
Love is full of ups and downs.
Heart stopping highs.
Soul shattering lows.
And none of them are insignificant.
Love is a racecourse of unexpected twists and turns that
must be negotiated. You have to break down walls, learn to trust, and heal from
your past in order to win. But sometimes it’s the expected that’s the hardest
to hold on to.
Colton has healed and
completed me, stolen my heart, and made me realize our love’s not predictable nor
perfect—it’s bent. And bent’s okay. But
when outside factors put our relationship to the test, what lengths will I have
to go to prove to him that he’s worth the fight?
And the only thing I can focus on—can grasp onto as my heart races and body shakes with anger—is that I need a pit stop. I need to find Colton. I need to touch him, to see him, to quiet the turmoil in my soul.
But I can’t.
He’s somewhere close, my rebellious rogue unable to let go of the damaged little boy within. The man who has just started healing is now broken, and it kills me that I won’t be able to fix him. That my murmured words of encouragement and patient nature won’t be able to repair the immobile and unresponsive body that was loaded onto that stretcher and rushed to somewhere within these walls—so close yet so very far away from me. That he has to rely on strangers to mend and heal him now. Strangers that have no idea of the invisible scar tissue that still lingers beneath the surface.
More hands reach out to touch and soothe me, Dorothea’s and Quinlan’s, but they’re not the ones I want. They’re not Colton’s.
And then a terrifying thought hits me. Every time Colton is near, I can feel that tingle—the buzz that tells me he’s just within reach—but I can’t feel anything. I know he’s physically close, but his spark is nonexistent.
I am the exception to the rule.
In a world full of willing women,
I’m a challenge to the roguish and achingly handsome Colton Donavan. A man used
to getting exactly what he wants in all aspects of life. He’s the reckless bad
boy constantly skating that razor thin edge toward out of control, on and off
of the track.
Colton crashes into my life like a
tornado: sapping my control, testing my vulnerabilities beyond their limits,
and unintentionally penetrating the protective wall around my healing heart.
Tearing apart the world I rebuilt so carefully with structure, predictability,
and discipline.
Our sexual chemistry is undeniable.
Our individual need for complete control is irrefutable. But when our worlds
collide, is the chemistry enough to bring us together or will our untold
secrets and battle of wills force us apart?
What happens when the one person
you never expected suddenly happens to be the one you’ll fight the hardest to
keep?
Colton stole my heart. He wasn't
supposed to, and I sure as hell didn't want him to, but he crashed into my
life, ignited feelings within me that I thought had died forever, and fueled a
passion that I never knew could exist.
Rylee fell out of that damn storage
closet and into my life. Now I don't think I'll ever be the same. She's seen
glimpses of the darkness within me, and yet she's still here. Still fighting
for me. She is without a doubt the saint, and I am most definitely the sinner.
How is it the one thing neither of
us wanted—neither of us anticipated that fateful night—has us fighting so hard
to keep?
He steals my breath, stops my
heart, and brings me back to life again all in a split second of time. But how
can I love a man who won't let me in? Who continually pushes me away to prevent
me from seeing the damaged secrets in his past? My heart has fallen, but
patience and forgiveness can only go so far.
How can I desire a woman who
unnerves me, defies me, and forces me to see that in the deep, black abyss of
my soul there's someone worthy of her love? A place and person I swore I'd
never be again. Her selfless heart and sexy body deserve so much more than I'll
ever be capable of giving her. I know I can't be what she needs, so why can't I
just let her go?
K.
Bromberg is that reserved woman sitting in the corner that has you all fooled
about the wild child inside of her--the one she lets out every time her
fingertips touch the computer keyboard. She’s a wife, mom, child rustler, toy
pick-er-upper, chauffer, resident web-slinger, LaLaloopsy watching, American
Girl doll dressing multi-tasker of all things domestic and otherwise. She likes
her diet cokes with rum, her music loud, and her pantry stocked with a cache of
chocolate.
K.
lives in Southern California with her husband and three children. When she
needs a break from the daily chaos of her life, you can most likely find her on
the treadmill or with Kindle in hand, devouring the pages of a good, saucy
book.
Fueled
is K. Bromberg’s second published novel and is the highly anticipated second
book of “The Driven Trilogy.” Driven was her well-received debut novel and Book
#1 of the series.
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