Author: K. Bromberg
Release date: August 27, 2013
Age Group: Adult
Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance
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Links to the book:
Goodreads – http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17880708-fueled
Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Fueled-The-Driven-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00ESJ3S94/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1378331263&sr=1-1&keywords=fueled+k.+Bromberg
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?
Besides the (2) obvious ones of “Spiderman. Batman. Superman. Ironman” and “I
race you,” some of my favorite quotes are:
* She’s my motherfucking checkered flag.
* His chest heaves and his jaw clenches as he looks at me with such intensity
that I am lost to him. The outside world ceases to exist in this moment as I
stand here exposed and unbidden. I am stripped physically and emotionally. I
have never been more his.
* I tug on her hand and pull her against me, needing to feel her. The
soothing balm to my aching soul. She lands solidly against me, and I swear more
than our bodies jolt. My fucking heart does too. It jolts, trips, falls,
tumbles, freefalls—no that’s not it—it crashes into that foreign fucking feeling
pulsing through me.
* One condition? I just handed her my balls on a platter in exchange for the
whip to her pussy and she’s going to add a condition? Fucking women.
* We are passionate, fiery, unyielding, and intense when we’re together. In
the bedroom, that leads to immeasurable chemistry; in the relationship arena,
that leads to disaster. And as heavenly as it would be to contain Colton to the
bedroom so he could have his way with me over and over, that’s just not
“You’re mine now. I’m the only one allowed to give you pleasure.”
Before I can think of a witty retort, Colton’s mouth is on mine again, his
tongue delving between my lips, his body pushing me backwards so my hips hit the
edge of the conference table. He presses me to sit down, nudging my legs apart
with his knee, and steps in between them. I am now at a height
disadvantage to him, and he leans over and cups my cheeks in his hands, his
tongue soothing over where he just nipped my bottom lip. I keen with need as he
continues his tantalizing assault on my mouth and all sense of coherence is
In an unexpected move, he pulls his face back, his hands still framing my
cheeks in possession, and stares at me. His eyes swim with emotion as his jaw
clenches from unspoken words. We stare at each other and pant from the need that
is driving every action and subsequent reaction. Feelings I want to confess die
on my lips as the pad of his thumb reaches over to graze them tenderly.
Something has shifted between us, and I can’t put my finger on it, but the look
in his eyes tells me all I need to know: He wants me as much as I want him. Any
doubts of mine that he wants another vanish with this singular look.
K. Bromberg was born and raised in Southern California. She
graduated from University of California at San Diego with two
bachelors—economics and political science—but always loved to write.
K. Bromberg remains in Southern California with her husband and their three young children. When not writing or working her day job, she can be found playing ninjas or power rangers with her son, fixing the hair of her oldest daughter’s American girl doll, doing ‘arts and crapts’ with her youngest daughter, or listening to any or all of them fight/whine/giggle at once.
When she needs a break from the daily chaos, you can almost always find her with Kindle in hand, devouring the pages of a good book, or mentally outlining her next set of characters.
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 Social Media Links:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CRMX26I (link for Driven)
Twitter: @KBrombergDriven @ColtonDonavan