Friday, August 22, 2014

★RACED by K. Bromberg★ Cover Reveal ★ Excerpt★ Giveaway★

Ok Driven series & Colton fans...take a peek at Raced.  Kristy says "Raced is not a complete re-write of the Driven Trilogy. This companion explores pivotal scenes as well as some new ones written in Colton Donavan’s point of view that were not previously published in Driven, Fueled, and Crashed. Hear his thoughts, experience his inner-turmoil, and laugh with him on his journey as he overcomes his demons and accepts what it means to love." 

This novella is for the devoted readers of the Driven series. It is recommended 
that this companion be read after Driven, Fueled, and Crashed. 

Don't forget to enter Kristy's amazing Kindle Fire & signed paperback giveaway below.

I race her!



From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author K. Bromberg comes 
a companion novella to the best selling Driven Trilogy (Driven, Fueled, and 
Crashed). This novella is a compilation of reader requested scenes from the 
series retold through the eyes of Colton Donavan.

Colton Donavan lived life in the fast lane, but it took Rylee Thomas to teach him 
what racing was all about. 
Arrogant
Rogue
Broken
Conceited
Dirty-Talking
Rebel
Egomaniacal
Voodooed
Bent
Reckless

You think you know me? 

Think again.

*Raced is not a complete re-write of the Driven Trilogy. This companion explores 
pivotal scenes as well as some new ones written in Colton Donavan’s point of 
view that were not previously published in Driven, Fueled, and Crashed. Hear his 
thoughts, experience his inner-turmoil, and laugh with him on his journey as he 
overcomes his demons and accepts what it means to love. 

This novella is for the devoted readers of the Driven series. It is recommended 
that this companion be read after Driven, Fueled, and Crashed. 

Buy Links: 
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MNLLAA8
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/raced/id909151619?ls=1&mt=11

Excerpt:
“Well, according to you, I took the checkered flag last night, Rylee...” I say as 
I take a step toward her trying to snap my thoughts in line, make up a reason for 
being here besides the need to make sure she’s okay when I could have just picked up the fucking phone. I resist the urge to reach out and touch her because I know if I do, my dick will rise to the occasion and do the talking for me. And fuck if I know what it will say.

She licks her lips, dick beginning to win the internal thought process when 
I suddenly figure out my angle – my in – my stupid ass excuse for showing up the morning after like some pussy-whipped douchebag. Because fuck, you can’t get pussy-whipped after just one taste. Shit like that takes time to acquire.
Or so I’ve heard.

This man might be drawn to the pussy palace but fuck if its queen will hand 
out orders that I’ll obey. I take another step toward her, still undecided about my excuse for being here when I glance down momentarily and see her nipples harden through her tank. 

Well at least I know she’s still attracted to me. Let’s see if I can make her like me 
again. Give me another chance. Bingo. Truth shall set me free. There’s the answer. I just want another chance when I’ve never wanted one before.

And therein lies the second question, another chance at what though?


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