Title – Fueled (Book #2, The Driven Trilogy)
Author – K. Bromberg
Genre – Erotic Romance
Expected Release Date – August 27, 2013
~SYNOPSIS~
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?
We
are driven by need and fueled with desire, but is that enough for us
to crash into love?
~EXCERPT~
It is only then that Colton
approaches me, backing me up against the kitchen counter, his hips pressing
into me, and his mouth capturing mine in a mind-altering, head-dizzying,
soul-emptying kiss. God, I missed the
taste of him. The kiss ends much too soon, unable to get my fill after
missing him for four days, and he wraps his arms around me in a tight hug that
I know I could lose myself in if it wasn’t for our surroundings.
A hug teeming with a quiet
desperation, he holds me to him, his face nuzzled in the side of my neck, and I
can feel him breathe me in and draw strength from our connection.
“Hey,” I murmur softly as his
hands press into my back. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” He breathes. “Now I am.”
His murmured confession rocks me.
Hits those parts deep within in me, unjaded and still full of hope and
possibility.
He finally releases me when he
hears sounds in the hallway. I gaze up at his face and look beyond the handsome
features that still make my breath catch in my throat every time I see him. I
notice darkened smudges under his tired, wary eyes. He’s not sleeping. More
nightmares? I don’t know and I don’t want to ask. He’ll tell me if he wants to.
When he’s able to.
He angles his head in question to
why I‘m just staring at him, trying to figure out what’s different about him
when it hits me. He’s clean-shaven. I reach up and run my hand across his jaw,
his face leaning into my touch. And it’s something about that little gesture
mixed with his earlier confession that makes my heart swell.
“What’s this?” I ask, trying to
prevent him from reading into the emotional transparency in my eyes by teasing
him. “So smooth and clean shaven.”
“It doesn’t bode too well doing a
razor commercial with a five o’clock shadow,” he smirks, running his palms up
and down the sides of my torso. Licks of desire flicker low in my belly at his
touch.
I laugh out loud.
“Understandably. I like it though,” I tell him, running my fingers over it
again when he frowns. “It’s okay, Ace, you still ooze bad boy without the
stubble. Besides, I’ll get to sleep with someone different than this
scruffy-jawed man I’ve been wasting my time on.”
He flashes me a quick smile.
“Wasting your time, huh?” He takes a step toward me, lust clearly edging the
humor out of his eyes.
Every part of my body tightens at
the predatory way his body moves toward mine. My God. Take me, I want to tell him. Take
every part of me that you already haven’t stolen, taken, or claimed.
“Oh, most definitely. He’s a
rebel...” I scrunch my nose up “...and I
definitely don’t do the bad boy type.”
“No?” He wets his lips with a quick dart of his
tongue. “What type exactly, do you do?”
~AUTHOR BIO~
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.
~AUTHOR LINKS~
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