Fueled (Driven #2) by K. Bromberg-Cover Reveal
Title – Fueled (Book #2, The Driven Trilogy)
Author – K. Bromberg
Genre – Erotic Romance
Expected Release Date – August 27, 2013
ABOUT THE BOOK: 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?
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?”
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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.
Click HERE for our review of DRIVEN (Driven #1) by K. Bromberg
Kelly writes for children of all ages from picture books up to young adult. She is proudly represented by Lauren Hammond of ADA Management. Kelly’s debut YA, TOUCH OF DEATH, releases January 15, 2013 through Spencer Hill Press. 
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The bedroom door had barely clicked behind me when Samantha grabbed and shoved me toward the bed. I fell backward, and she was on top of me, clawing at my clothes and ripping off her own. Whatever had been going on with her all day was now clearly finding a release.
With a groan, she reached a hand down between her legs and worked herself as she devoured me. When I realized what she was doing, I moaned and gripped her shoulders and rolled on top of her.
My fangs and release shot out at the same time. I growled and in a blur turned my head in search of my biceps. I missed the tender skin of her shoulder by a hair as the urge to bite down became irresistible.
