When life crashes
down around us, how hard are we willing to fight for the one thing we can’t
live without, each other?
Life is full of moments.
Big moments.
Little moments.
And none of them are
inconsequential.
Every single moment prepares you for that one instance that
defines your life. You must overcome all your fears, confront the demons that
chase you, and cleanse the poison that clings to your soul or you risk the
chance of losing everything.
Mine started the minute Rylee fell out of that damn storage closet.
She made me feel. Made me whole when all I thought I could ever be was
incomplete. Became the lifeline I never knew I needed. Hell yes, she’s worth
the fight…but how do you fight for someone you know you don’t deserve?
Love is full of ups and downs.
Heart stopping highs.
Soul shattering lows.
And none of them are insignificant.
Love is a racecourse of unexpected twists and turns that
must be negotiated. You have to break down walls, learn to trust, and heal from
your past in order to win. But sometimes it’s the expected that’s the hardest
to hold on to.
Colton has healed and
completed me, stolen my heart, and made me realize our love’s not predictable nor
perfect—it’s bent. And bent’s okay. But
when outside factors put our relationship to the test, what lengths will I have
to go to prove to him that he’s worth the fight?
Whoever said love is patient and love is kind, never met the
two of us. We know our love is worth it—have
acknowledged that we were meant to be—but when our pasts crash into our future,
will the repercussions make us stronger or break us apart?
Driven
Fueled
Crashed
And the only thing I can focus
on—can grasp onto as my heart races and body shakes with anger—is that I need a
pit stop. I need to find Colton. I
need to touch him, to see him, to quiet the turmoil in my soul.
But I can’t.
He’s somewhere close, my rebellious
rogue unable to let go of the damaged little boy within. The man who has just
started healing is now broken, and it kills me that I won’t be able to fix him.
That my murmured words of encouragement and patient nature won’t be able to
repair the immobile and unresponsive body that was loaded onto that stretcher
and rushed to somewhere within these walls—so close yet so very far away from
me. That he has to rely on strangers to mend and heal him now. Strangers that
have no idea of the invisible scar tissue that still lingers beneath the
surface.
More hands reach out to touch and
soothe me, Dorothea’s and Quinlan’s, but they’re not the ones I want. They’re
not Colton’s.
And then a terrifying thought
hits me. Every time Colton is near, I can feel that tingle—the buzz that tells
me he’s just within reach—but I can’t feel anything. I know he’s physically
close, but his spark is nonexistent.
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.
