Title – Fueled (Book #2, The Driven Trilogy)

Expected Release Date – August 27, 2013


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.
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?


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 hear 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
, 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?”






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


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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