Driven
The
Driven Trilogy Book One
K.
Bromberg
Genre: Erotic Romance / Contemporary Romance
Number of pages: 417
Word Count: 125,562
Cover Artist: Tugboat Designs
Book
Description:
Rylee Thomas is used to being in
control. But she’s about to meet the one man that just might make her enjoy
losing it…
I am the exception to the rule.
In a world full of willing women,
I’m a challenge to the roguish and achingly handsome Colton Donavan. A man used
to getting exactly what he wants in all aspects of life. He’s the reckless bad
boy constantly skating that razor thin edge toward out of control, on and off
of the track.
Colton crashes into my life like
a tornado: sapping my control, testing my vulnerabilities beyond their limits,
and unintentionally penetrating the protective wall around my healing heart.
Tearing apart the world I rebuilt so carefully with structure, predictability,
and discipline.
I can’t give him what he wants
and he can’t give me what I need. But after a glimpse beneath his refined
exterior into the dark secrets of his damaged soul, can I bring myself to walk
away?
Our sexual chemistry is
undeniable. Our individual need for complete control is irrefutable. But when
our worlds collide, is the chemistry enough to bring us together or will our
untold secrets and battle of wills force us apart?
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Excerpt:
“Jealous,
sweetheart?” He raises his eyebrows as his grin flashes arrogantly. “We can
always finish what we started, and you can mark me any way you’d like.”
I gently shove
my hand against his chest, pushing him back. I’d love to wipe that smirk off if
his face. Leave my mark that way. “Sorry, I don’t waste my time on misogynist
jerks like you. Go find someone—”
“Careful,
Rylee,” he warns as he grips my wrist, looking every bit as dangerous as his
voice threatens. “I don’t take kindly to insults.”
I try to yank my
wrist away, but his hold remains. To anyone in the room, it looks as if I’m
laying my hand on his heart in affection. They can’t feel the steel strength of
his grip.
“Then hear this,” I snap, tired of this game
and the warring emotions and sensations within me. Anger takes hold. “You only
want me because I’m the first female who’s said no to your gorgeous face and
come-fuck-me body. You’re so used to every female falling at your feet, pun
intended, that you see a challenge—someone immune to your charm—and you’re
unsure how to react.”
Despite his
nonchalant shrug, I can see his underlying irritation as he releases my wrist.
“When I like what I see, I go after it,” he states unapologetically.
Shaking my head,
I roll my eyes. “No, you need to prove to yourself that you can, in fact, get
any girl who crosses your path. Your ego’s bruised. I understand,” I patronize
patting his arm. “Well, don’t sweat it, Ace, I forfeit this race.”
He raises an
eyebrow, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he finds something humorous in my
comment. The muscle in his clenched jaw tics as he regards me momentarily.
“Let’s get something straight,” he leans in, inches from my mouth, the gleam in
his eyes warning me I’ve gone too far. “If I want you, I can and will have you,
at anytime and in anyplace, sweetheart.”
I snort in the
most unladylike way, astonished at his audacity, yet trying to ignore the
quickening of my pulse at the thought. “Don’t bet on it,” I sneer as I hastily
try to skirt past.
His hand whips
out and grabs hold of my arm again, spinning me back toward him, so that I’m
standing intimately close. I can see his pulse beat in the line beneath his
jaw. Can feel the fabric of his jacket hit my arm as his chest rises and falls.
I glance down at his hand on my arm and glare back at him in warning, yet his
hold still remains. He leans his face in to mine so that I can feel his breath
feather across my cheek. I angle my head up to his, not sure if I’m raising my
chin in defiance or in anticipation of his kiss.
“Lucky you, I’m
a gambling man, Rylee,” his resonating voice is just a whisper of sound. “I do,
in fact, like a good challenge now and again,” he provokes, a mischievous smile
playing at the corners of his mouth. He releases my arm, but runs his finger
lazily down the rest of it. The soft scrape of his finger on my exposed skin
sends shivers down my back.
“So let’s make a
bet.” He stops and nods at a passing acquaintance, bringing me to the here and
now as I’ve forgotten that we’re in a room full of people.
“Didn’t your
mother teach you when a lady says no, she really means no, Ace?” I raise my
eyebrow, a look of disdain on my face.
That smarmy
smirk of his is back in full force as he nods in acknowledgement at my comment.
“She also taught me that when I want something, I need to keep after it until I
get it.”
Great, so now
I’ve acquired a stalker. A handsome, sexy, very annoying stalker.
He reaches out
and toys with a loose curl on the side of my neck. I try to remain impassive
despite my urge to close my eyes and sink into the whisper of his fingers
across my skin. His smirk tells me that he knows exactly what his effect is on
me. “So, like I said, Ryles, a bet?
I bristle at his
proposition. Or maybe it is at his effect on me. “This is asinine—”
“I bet by the
end of the night,” he cuts me off holding a hand up to stop me, “I have a date
with you.”
I laugh out loud
stepping back from him. “Not a chance in hell, Ace!”
He takes a long
swallow of his drink, his expression guarded. “What are you scared of then?
That you can’t resist me?” He flashes a wicked grin when I roll my eyes. “Agree
then. What do you have to lose?”
“So you get a
date with me and your bruised ego is restored,” I shrug indifferently, wanting
no part of this contest. “What will I get out if it?”
“If you win—”
“You mean if I
can resist your dazzling charm,” I retort, my voice laced with sarcasm.
“Let me
rephrase. If you can resist my dazzling charm by the end of the night, then
I’ll donate,” he flickers his fingers through the air in a gesture of
irrelevance, “let’s say, twenty thousand dollars to your cause.”
I catch my
breath and look at him in bewilderment, for this I can agree to. I know that
there’s no way in hell that I’ll succumb to Donavan or his captivating wiles,
the arrogant bastard. Agreed, I was caught in his tantalizing web for a few
moments, but it was just because it’s been so long since I’ve felt like that.
Since I’ve been kissed like that. Been touched like that.
Music plays an
integral part in Driven and many people have been asking for a playlist for the
book. Well, here it is—a mixture of
genres—but the songs all say something about Rylee or Colton’s state of mind
during the scene.
DRIVEN Playlist:
Chapter 1-3 (Gala/Bet): David Guetta (feat. Sia) Titanium
Pink You
and Ur Hand
Chapter
5 (Conference Room): Matchbox 20 Push
Chapter 8 (Beach Date): Megan & Liz Bad for Me (song she
sings in the Aston)
Chris Isaak Wicked Game
Matchbox 20 Bent
Chapter 10 (Colton texts her): Luke Bryan I
Don’t Want this Night to End
Chapter 11 (Club): Black Eyes Peas I Gotta Feeling
Next Too
Close
(when they dance together) Nine Inch Nails Closer
Chapter 12 (Penthouse): Savage Garden Universal
Matchbox 20 Unwell
Chapter 14 (running to clear head):Pitbull Get
it Started
Teagan & Sara Closer
Christina Aguilera Your Body
Chapter 15 (Colton texts Rylee): Taio Cruz Fast
Car
(Rylee’s response): Mya My
Love is Like Whoa
(Carnival Date): Labyrinth Beneath Your
Beautiful
Chapter 17 (At the Palisades): Matchbox 20 Disease
(Arrangement Talk): No Doubt Don’t
Speak
(Take me home Adele Someone
Like You
Chapter 18 (Colton
texts Rylee): Adam Lambert Whataya Want From Me
(Rylee’s response): Usher Numb
Chapter 19 (At the track testing): Rihanna Shut
up & Drive
Chapter 23 (Drive to Malibu): Kenny Chesney Come
Over
Taylor Swift Red
Chapter 24 (Sitting on the patio): Pink Glitter
in the Air
Chapter 25 (Last page): Adele Set Fire to the Rain
About
the Author:
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, trying to
potty train her youngest daughter, or listening to any or all of them
fight/whine 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.
Web/blog: www.kbromberg.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/authorkbromberg
Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/Kbromberg
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