Book Description:
Rylee and Colton's ride continues...
One moment. Six years ago.
The night she made the world around me so much more than just a blur. Now it's the catalyst that threatens to tear us apart.
Our happily was supposed to be ever after. So why do I feel like it's slipping through my fingers?
How can one moment, when our world seemed so right, resurface and cause our perfect life to spiral out of control?
I can't lose her.
She's my checkered flag.
Colton Donavan is back in ACED, January 11, 2016!
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Excerpt:
“I talked to my parents. To Tanner. To Shane.” My voice fades off as the disbelief I
have to take stock and let him know the damage control I’ve done takes hold. Unsure how to respond to me when he’s always so sure, he just nods his head as our eyes hold
steadfast. “I just don’t know...”
My voice is so
soft, it sounds so very different than the storm of anger that rages inside me,
and yet I can’t find it within me to show my
emotions. I can feel his fingers tense from my comment, see his Adam’s apple bob from the forced swallow, and notice the tick of
muscle as he clenches his jaw.
“We’ll get through this.”
The condescending chuckle falls from
my lips, the first break in my fraudulent faรงade because it’s so
damn easy for him to say. “I know.” Voice back, emotion nonexistent, tone
unsure.
Colton stares, willing me to say more
but I don’t. I just match him stare for hollow
stare as images of myself from Google flickering through my mind. Finally he
breaks out connection and reaches his fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose
before blowing out a sigh.
“Scream at me, Ry. Yell. Rage. Take it out on me. Do
anything but be silent because I can’t
handle when you’re silent with me,” he pleads. All I can do is shake my
head, dig down within myself to will the emotion to come. When I can’t find the words or the feeling behind them, it unnerves
him, worries him. “I’m sorry, baby. Were we stupid? Maybe. Do I regret it?” He shakes his head. “I regret all of this, yes, but that in general? No. So many
damn things happened that put you and me where we are now. So for that? I’m not sorry. You pushed me that night, made me question if
I could give someone more of myself.” He reaches his free hand up to brush a thumb over the line
of my jaw. His touch reassuring, his words helping soothe the sting of our
situation.
“It’s not your fault,” I say, trying to ease the concern in
his eyes.
“Maybe not directly . . . but I made you color outside of
your perfectly constructed lines . . . do something against your nature, and
look what happened. I’m so sorry. I wish I could make this
right,”
he says,
dropping his head as he shakes his head in defeat. “All I can try to do is mitigate the damage. That’s it.”
He throws his
hands up. “It’s killing me because I can’t fix this.” The break in his voice and the
tension in his body would have told me everything I needed to know even if he
hadn’t uttered a sound.
I look at my achingly handsome
husband, so distraught, so desperate to make wrongs right that aren’t his to be held responsible for. And seeing him as upset
as I am makes me feel a little better and allows me to dig into the deep well
of emotion. I finally find the words I need and want to tell him. The decisions
I came to last night when I sat on the deck and considered the life-altering
situation we were in.
“Stop. Please quit beating yourself up over this. I don’t blame you.”
I pause, my
teeth worrying my bottom lip as I put words to my thoughts and wait for him to
hear that last sentence.
About the Author:
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author K. Bromberg writes contemporary novels that contain a mixture of sweet, emotional, a whole lot of sexy and a little bit of real. She likes to write strong heroines and damaged heroes who we love to hate and hate to love. She’s a mixture of most of her female characters: sassy, intelligent, stubborn, reserved, outgoing, driven, emotional, strong, and wears her heart on her sleeve. All of which she displays daily with her husband and three children where they live in Southern California.
On a whim, K. Bromberg decided to try her hand at this writing thing. Since then she has written The Driven Series (Driven, Fueled, Crashed, Raced), the standalone Driven Novels (Slow Burn, Sweet Ache, Hard Beat, Aced (a new Rylee and Colton novel releasing 1/11/16), and a short story titled UnRaveled. She is currently working on new projects and a few surprises for her readers.
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