Description:
Book #2 of the Driven Trilogy
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?
My Review:
3.8 Checkered Flag Stars
Read in June 2014
Rylee has consumed all of Colton's thoughts and these two cannot seem to figure out their crap all they do is have hot passionate slow rough checkered flag sex everywhere and at anytime. (Not complaining the sex is hot) but shit TALK TO EACHOTHER FOR F SAKE!!
They are both broken inside but yet are not willing to help each other and talk to see how to fix their past. They really need to realize how the hell to communicate. Maybe they should play a game and remove a piece of clothing for every time they get a full sentence out. Maybe that can help with the miscommunication that occurred at the Palisades house.
I found myself wanting to slap the shit out of Rylee and her "voodoo pussy" she's such a whiner and needs to learn how to shut the F up. I mean wake up and smell the fumes you idiot! You are Colton's "Spark" but yet your so closed off and you're supposed to be open-minded with the type of work to do.
I think I totally enjoyed this book better than the first. The drama in this series still has me singing to myself "break up to make up"!
I will continue to book 3 and see what they will CRASH into next. I'm in some desperate need of closure, and done with the cliffhangers!
"Checkered flag time baby"
"I race you Ryles"
~My Teasers~
They are both broken inside but yet are not willing to help each other and talk to see how to fix their past. They really need to realize how the hell to communicate. Maybe they should play a game and remove a piece of clothing for every time they get a full sentence out. Maybe that can help with the miscommunication that occurred at the Palisades house.
I found myself wanting to slap the shit out of Rylee and her "voodoo pussy" she's such a whiner and needs to learn how to shut the F up. I mean wake up and smell the fumes you idiot! You are Colton's "Spark" but yet your so closed off and you're supposed to be open-minded with the type of work to do.
I think I totally enjoyed this book better than the first. The drama in this series still has me singing to myself "break up to make up"!
I will continue to book 3 and see what they will CRASH into next. I'm in some desperate need of closure, and done with the cliffhangers!
"Checkered flag time baby"
"I race you Ryles"
~My Teasers~
About the Author:
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author 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 picker-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. 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.
On a whim in 2013, K. Bromberg decided to try her hand at this writing thing. Her debut novels, Driven, Fueled, and Crashed of The Driven Trilogy were well received and went on to become multi-platform bestsellers as well as landing on the New York Times and USA Today lists.
K. lives in Southern California. 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.
On a whim in 2013, K. Bromberg decided to try her hand at this writing thing. Her debut novels, Driven, Fueled, and Crashed of The Driven Trilogy were well received and went on to become multi-platform bestsellers as well as landing on the New York Times and USA Today lists.
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