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.
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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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