07 January 2016

Aced Exceprt Reveal

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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.
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"Smoldering! Rylee and Colton's romance continues burning up the pages in this steamy
exhilarating addition to the beloved Driven series!" - Katy Evans, Wall Street Journal
Bestselling Author
Colton Donavan is back in ACED, January 11, 2016!

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Just wanted to check and
make sure you and Rylee were okay.
style="font-weight: 400;">Thank fuck he finally speaks, pulling me from the temptation to drown my
problems away. I swivel so my back faces the kitchen
and the bottlewhile I wait for him to say more, ask the questions I know are on his tongue. Yet I
m met with silence. Rolling my shoulders, I blow out a breath as I try to let in the one person who matters most when all I want to do is shut people out right now.
Im worried about her,I confess as I look out the window.
s still curled up on the chaise lounge where she
s been since Haddie left. The food next to her untouched. Its fucking killing me to not go out there and talk to her, but I
m the reason she
s hurting. Im not going to let her pull away. Dont think she will. But she asked for space, and
m giving it to her.
For now.
It takes a lot to catch me off
guard, Dad,
I say finally as my mind runs faster than I can say the thoughts,
and this . . . fuck . . . this just blindsided us.
I donstyle="font-weight: 400;">’t want an explanation, son.
ve lived this life too long to know how people twist and manipulate things to hurt others. I
m just calling to let you know westyle="font-weight: 400;">’re behind you. Istyle="font-weight: 400;">’m here if you need to talk and to make sure you take care of her.
She told me she trusted me
to handle this, and now? Now, I don
t even know what the fuck to say to her.
How about you start by using
her name.
My knee-jerk reaction is to yell at him for the comment, but it dies on
my lips when I click another link with the mouse and comments fill the screen.
Im sure my dad can hear the sound of my fist hitting the desk through the connection and
yet he says nothing. The drywall calls to me. It
style="font-weight: 400;">s so much more tempting to hitsatisfyingbecause the destruction is there, visible, and yet helps fucking nothing.
? Easier said than done, Dad. I brought her into my public world, pushed her, and now this is what she gets for loving me?
I bet she gets a whole lot
more than that, Colton, or she wouldn
style="font-weight: 400;">t be with you.style="font-weight: 400;">His words hang on the connection as I struggle whether or not to believe him.
the more worth enough for her to stick with me through all of this?
His words repeat in my head.
I sure as fuck hope hes right. Everythings been too perfect as of late. Is this the other shoe
dropping to put me back in my place and remind me how cruel fate can be?
Remember, son, marriage
t about how madly in love you are through the good times, but how committed you are to each other in the bad
And as cheesy as my dads advice sounds, I hear it. Hold on to it. And hope to
fucking God it
s the truth because the shit has most definitely hit the fan.
She wonstyle="font-weight: 400;">’t even speak to me.style="font-weight: 400;">” I chuckle in frustration and force
myself to turn off the computer. If I see one more image I have a feeling the drywall will be too tempting
to resist. Unclench your fists, Donavan. Shove down the urge to hit something.
I probably
t want to speak to you right now either,
he says.
About the Author:

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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
Shestyle="font-weight: 400;">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
She loves to hear from her readers so make sure you check her out on
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