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December 2, 2013
December 1, 2013
Little Crashed Snippet….
Well…since I’m still in control of A Book Whore’s Obsession…I thought I’d give a teeny tiny snippet of Crashed since you were all so cool to me over here…It’s not much because I don’t want to give TOO much away….but at least it’s some, right?
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It’s all I say and he’s at my side in five strides, body hovering over mine, arms braced on both arms of the chair, breath hitching. My body vibrates instantly at his nearness, at wanting him, at needing him. His eyes lock on mine, hints of what he wants to do to me dancing behind the fringe of lashes.
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It’s all I say and he’s at my side in five strides, body hovering over mine, arms braced on both arms of the chair, breath hitching. My body vibrates instantly at his nearness, at wanting him, at needing him. His eyes lock on mine, hints of what he wants to do to me dancing behind the fringe of lashes.
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Exclusive Deleted Scene from Fueled…
In honor of my Book Whores Obsession takeover tonight….I decided to release a previously deleted scene from Fueled…
Okay so you know when Colton tells Rylee “Sometimes it’s good to be the boss?” in Fueled after the Roses are Red poems? Well in between that scene and the *fan myself* stairwell chapter…there was a scene on the floor of the garage that I ended up deleting because it really added no relevance to the story (aka filler/fluff) but you’ll notice that there are some lines I really liked in here that when I deleted the scene, I moved them to other parts of the book so that I could keep them …well here it is:
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I peruse the little alcove I am in on the far side of the garage and take in the pictures that line the walls. I start to read a framed article written about CD Enterprises and its successful pursuit to improve safety devices for drivers. I know its silly but I bristle with pride over Colton’s accomplishments. I busy myself by wandering outside of the alcove and watch the activity on the far side of the garage for a few moments. Men are huddled over engine blocks and workbenches and at several cars on the floor. I look to my right and see what I can only describe is a display of sorts of different cars in another much larger alcove than the one I was in. I meander to take a closer look, realizing that they are all in perfect condition and seem to be various types of open wheel cars. I have no idea what exactly I am looking at but it seems to me that there is some type of progression going on with each one.
“That there was my first Indy Light car,” Colton’s says from behind me, and I screech involuntarily as he startles me.
“You scared the crap out of me Colton!” I exhale swatting at his chest while my heart rate settles.
“Sorry,” he laughs as he runs a hand up and down my back.
“Everything okay?” I ask as I angle my head to watch him.
“Hopefully,” he says cryptically.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Maybe later,” he murmurs against my ear, the heat of his breath sending chills down my spine. “I really don’t want to ruin any more of my good mood. ”
I can’t resist his pull. No matter how much my head tells me that this is his place of work and affection is probably unwelcome, my body leans into him. “Neither do I,” I smile up at him. “So tell me Ace, is this room your trophy case of sorts?”
“In a sense,” he says, “It’s always good to be reminded of where you started and where you’re going. ”
“Well put Mr. Donavan,” I tease as I point to a blue and yellow version of the car. “What’s that one?”
“That was the car I won my first championship in the Lites series,” he smiles as he walks toward where I stand and I can see the tension visibly easing from his shoulders.
“Thirteen huh?” I ask referring to the number that repeats itself across all of his cars.
“It’s my lucky number,” he smirks with a shrug.
“How unconventional,” I laugh, lacing my fingers through the hand he offers me.
“Would you expect anything else from me?” he murmurs with impish eyes.
I bite my bottom lip and shake my head. “Predictability doesn’t suit you. Why thirteen?”
“I’ve defied enough odds in my lifetime so far,” he pulls our joined hands up to kiss the back of mine. A simple gesture that is so uncharacteristic of him, I feel my heart tumble in my chest. “I don’t think a number is going to alter my luck. ”
I turn to admire the rest of the cars. “And that one?” I point over to a black and silver car.
Colton releases my hand and walks over to it and runs his finger down the hood and nose of the car. “I won my first IRL race in this car. ”
I walk over to the car and angle my head as I notice the graphics. “I love the design on the hood,” I tell him. “Very eye catching. ” I glance up at him and the libidinous look he gives me stops me. “What?”
His smile broadens as he hand reaches out to graze a finger along the line of my jaw. “Just the word hood of a car coming from your lips evokes some rather unforgettable images in my mind,” he teases in a voice husky and laced with desire.
I arch an eyebrow at him, trying to contain my own smirk. I twist my lips in thought while I glance around to see that no one is watching before I raise my leg over the thinner part of the nose and straddle the car. I sit down momentarily—deliberately showing my garters on the tops of my thighs before standing back up quickly—afraid that someone will see me. I can feel Colton’s heated gaze even before I raise my eyes to look up and meet his.
“Whoa! Wait a minute,” Colton says tugging me back to the car.
“Noooo,” I laugh, my courage gone. “I was just checking to see if it would be comfortable enough,” I tease.
Colton laughs out loud and grabs me from behind, both of his arms wrapping around me in a vice like grip. “You little minx,” he growls in my ear as I feel the play of his muscles against my back with his movement. “You can’t say something like that and just walk away. Teasing me like that when I’ve been without being in you—tasting you for way too long. Especially when you know how desperate I am to have you. ”
Thank God he’s as needy as I am because I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer. He nips my earlobe when I try to shrug away, the ache almost debilitating. “Desperation doesn’t suit you Ace. It’s not like you’re going to do something about it with a garage full of your employees nearby?” I taunt playfully.
Colton spins me around, his body presses against mine and his hands clasp at my lower back. The smirk on his face matches the wicked gleam in his eye. “Oh Ryles, didn’t you know, that dares like that are what rebels like me live for?” He leans in, his lips a breath from my ear as my heart pounds against my rib cage. “I will have you Rylee, when I want, where I want, and how I want. It’s best you remember that. ”
The dominance in his voice excites me. The threat-filled promise arouses me. The feel of his body against mine vibrating with need and his hands possessing my skin, cause moisture to pool at the apex of my thighs. I tilt my head up and my lips part needing to taste his lips on mine desperately. From what I read in Colton’s eyes, he feels the same way. The days apart have fueled our desire into a raging inferno. All I want to do is take anything and everything he can give me. His mouth is a mere breath from mine, temptation to paradise so close when we hear the fall of footsteps, and he backs away.
“I can’t catch a fucking break today can I,” he chuckles in resignation. “Come,” he says grabbing my hand and walking me out toward the garage floor. It is all very impressive and I’m rather taken aback that the consummate playboy also appears to be the levelheaded businessman as well. I can’t help but think that he is in fact the elusive ‘total package,’ and I’m just not sure how what I bring to the table can compliment that. We are stopped several times as we make it from one side to the other for questions or for Colton to show me something or other. Each time we are stopped, impatience radiates off of Colton, and I can’t say that I mind because he has ever nerve in my body tingling on high alert.
We finally make our way to a side door that Colton ushers me through and I find us in a stairwell of sorts. “Up,” Colton points as he places a hand on my back for me to go ahead of him.
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Hope you enjoyed it!
Okay so you know when Colton tells Rylee “Sometimes it’s good to be the boss?” in Fueled after the Roses are Red poems? Well in between that scene and the *fan myself* stairwell chapter…there was a scene on the floor of the garage that I ended up deleting because it really added no relevance to the story (aka filler/fluff) but you’ll notice that there are some lines I really liked in here that when I deleted the scene, I moved them to other parts of the book so that I could keep them …well here it is:
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I peruse the little alcove I am in on the far side of the garage and take in the pictures that line the walls. I start to read a framed article written about CD Enterprises and its successful pursuit to improve safety devices for drivers. I know its silly but I bristle with pride over Colton’s accomplishments. I busy myself by wandering outside of the alcove and watch the activity on the far side of the garage for a few moments. Men are huddled over engine blocks and workbenches and at several cars on the floor. I look to my right and see what I can only describe is a display of sorts of different cars in another much larger alcove than the one I was in. I meander to take a closer look, realizing that they are all in perfect condition and seem to be various types of open wheel cars. I have no idea what exactly I am looking at but it seems to me that there is some type of progression going on with each one.
“That there was my first Indy Light car,” Colton’s says from behind me, and I screech involuntarily as he startles me.
“You scared the crap out of me Colton!” I exhale swatting at his chest while my heart rate settles.
“Sorry,” he laughs as he runs a hand up and down my back.
“Everything okay?” I ask as I angle my head to watch him.
“Hopefully,” he says cryptically.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Maybe later,” he murmurs against my ear, the heat of his breath sending chills down my spine. “I really don’t want to ruin any more of my good mood. ”
I can’t resist his pull. No matter how much my head tells me that this is his place of work and affection is probably unwelcome, my body leans into him. “Neither do I,” I smile up at him. “So tell me Ace, is this room your trophy case of sorts?”
“In a sense,” he says, “It’s always good to be reminded of where you started and where you’re going. ”
“Well put Mr. Donavan,” I tease as I point to a blue and yellow version of the car. “What’s that one?”
“That was the car I won my first championship in the Lites series,” he smiles as he walks toward where I stand and I can see the tension visibly easing from his shoulders.
“Thirteen huh?” I ask referring to the number that repeats itself across all of his cars.
“It’s my lucky number,” he smirks with a shrug.
“How unconventional,” I laugh, lacing my fingers through the hand he offers me.
“Would you expect anything else from me?” he murmurs with impish eyes.
I bite my bottom lip and shake my head. “Predictability doesn’t suit you. Why thirteen?”
“I’ve defied enough odds in my lifetime so far,” he pulls our joined hands up to kiss the back of mine. A simple gesture that is so uncharacteristic of him, I feel my heart tumble in my chest. “I don’t think a number is going to alter my luck. ”
I turn to admire the rest of the cars. “And that one?” I point over to a black and silver car.
Colton releases my hand and walks over to it and runs his finger down the hood and nose of the car. “I won my first IRL race in this car. ”
I walk over to the car and angle my head as I notice the graphics. “I love the design on the hood,” I tell him. “Very eye catching. ” I glance up at him and the libidinous look he gives me stops me. “What?”
His smile broadens as he hand reaches out to graze a finger along the line of my jaw. “Just the word hood of a car coming from your lips evokes some rather unforgettable images in my mind,” he teases in a voice husky and laced with desire.
I arch an eyebrow at him, trying to contain my own smirk. I twist my lips in thought while I glance around to see that no one is watching before I raise my leg over the thinner part of the nose and straddle the car. I sit down momentarily—deliberately showing my garters on the tops of my thighs before standing back up quickly—afraid that someone will see me. I can feel Colton’s heated gaze even before I raise my eyes to look up and meet his.
“Whoa! Wait a minute,” Colton says tugging me back to the car.
“Noooo,” I laugh, my courage gone. “I was just checking to see if it would be comfortable enough,” I tease.
Colton laughs out loud and grabs me from behind, both of his arms wrapping around me in a vice like grip. “You little minx,” he growls in my ear as I feel the play of his muscles against my back with his movement. “You can’t say something like that and just walk away. Teasing me like that when I’ve been without being in you—tasting you for way too long. Especially when you know how desperate I am to have you. ”
Thank God he’s as needy as I am because I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer. He nips my earlobe when I try to shrug away, the ache almost debilitating. “Desperation doesn’t suit you Ace. It’s not like you’re going to do something about it with a garage full of your employees nearby?” I taunt playfully.
Colton spins me around, his body presses against mine and his hands clasp at my lower back. The smirk on his face matches the wicked gleam in his eye. “Oh Ryles, didn’t you know, that dares like that are what rebels like me live for?” He leans in, his lips a breath from my ear as my heart pounds against my rib cage. “I will have you Rylee, when I want, where I want, and how I want. It’s best you remember that. ”
The dominance in his voice excites me. The threat-filled promise arouses me. The feel of his body against mine vibrating with need and his hands possessing my skin, cause moisture to pool at the apex of my thighs. I tilt my head up and my lips part needing to taste his lips on mine desperately. From what I read in Colton’s eyes, he feels the same way. The days apart have fueled our desire into a raging inferno. All I want to do is take anything and everything he can give me. His mouth is a mere breath from mine, temptation to paradise so close when we hear the fall of footsteps, and he backs away.
“I can’t catch a fucking break today can I,” he chuckles in resignation. “Come,” he says grabbing my hand and walking me out toward the garage floor. It is all very impressive and I’m rather taken aback that the consummate playboy also appears to be the levelheaded businessman as well. I can’t help but think that he is in fact the elusive ‘total package,’ and I’m just not sure how what I bring to the table can compliment that. We are stopped several times as we make it from one side to the other for questions or for Colton to show me something or other. Each time we are stopped, impatience radiates off of Colton, and I can’t say that I mind because he has ever nerve in my body tingling on high alert.
We finally make our way to a side door that Colton ushers me through and I find us in a stairwell of sorts. “Up,” Colton points as he places a hand on my back for me to go ahead of him.
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Hope you enjoyed it!
November 29, 2013
Cyber Monday Sale…are you Driven to buy?
Are you trying to get your friends to read Driven and meet Colton for the first time? Did you read Driven on lend and want it for keeps on your Kindle? Are you feeling a little gifty for Christmas? Do you have a blog and need to stash some for future giveaways? Driven’s on sale for the first time ever at 99 cents for one day only on Amazon.
November 28, 2013
A Thanksgiving Post from Colton…
Hey ladies-
K. asked if I’d stop by and drop you a quick note…*rolls his eyes* like K. knows anything about being quick when it comes to writing, right? I asked her what the fuck is taking her so long to write Crashed. It’s been like 90 days since she finished Fueled and that she should be able to whip out another 500+ pages in that time frame. It’s not like I’m fucking complicated to write about or anything *grins*. Her fucking response? That I better shut-up or she’s going to write in there that I have a teeny, tiny….well, you get the drift. I don’t want to say it out loud and upset the beast… *laughs*
Sooooo, I got a sneak peak at the first 300 pages of Crashed the other day…and all I can say is HOLY SHIT…and then WHAT THE FUCK and then FUCK YEAH…and that’s all she’ll let me share…but I assure you…shit, I assure you nothing because you know me, I’m not predictable–that’s fucking boring–so you’ll just have to stay tuned and read it for yourselves….
Oh shit, don’t forget…K. will be taking over A Book Whore’s Obsession Facebook Page this Sunday night (12/1 at 8pm EST)…she’s gonna release a deleted scene from Fueled, answer questions, have flash giveaways and shit…stop by and say hi to my girl for me!
Well, I best be going now…It’s Thanksgiving and there is quite a spread on my dining room table right now…and fuck me, it’s definitely not a turkey dinner. This spread is dressed in garters, heels and nothing else. Fucking Rylee. I guess she’s waiting for me to be the stuffing. *devilish smirk*
So uh, I’ve got things to do right now…sorry to run but…uh…Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. I’m definitely thankful for so much…least of which is waiting for me to speak Australian to her in a moment. *grins*
Revved and Raring….as if you have to ask *laughs*,
Colton
K. asked if I’d stop by and drop you a quick note…*rolls his eyes* like K. knows anything about being quick when it comes to writing, right? I asked her what the fuck is taking her so long to write Crashed. It’s been like 90 days since she finished Fueled and that she should be able to whip out another 500+ pages in that time frame. It’s not like I’m fucking complicated to write about or anything *grins*. Her fucking response? That I better shut-up or she’s going to write in there that I have a teeny, tiny….well, you get the drift. I don’t want to say it out loud and upset the beast… *laughs*
Sooooo, I got a sneak peak at the first 300 pages of Crashed the other day…and all I can say is HOLY SHIT…and then WHAT THE FUCK and then FUCK YEAH…and that’s all she’ll let me share…but I assure you…shit, I assure you nothing because you know me, I’m not predictable–that’s fucking boring–so you’ll just have to stay tuned and read it for yourselves….
Oh shit, don’t forget…K. will be taking over A Book Whore’s Obsession Facebook Page this Sunday night (12/1 at 8pm EST)…she’s gonna release a deleted scene from Fueled, answer questions, have flash giveaways and shit…stop by and say hi to my girl for me!
Well, I best be going now…It’s Thanksgiving and there is quite a spread on my dining room table right now…and fuck me, it’s definitely not a turkey dinner. This spread is dressed in garters, heels and nothing else. Fucking Rylee. I guess she’s waiting for me to be the stuffing. *devilish smirk*
So uh, I’ve got things to do right now…sorry to run but…uh…Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. I’m definitely thankful for so much…least of which is waiting for me to speak Australian to her in a moment. *grins*
Revved and Raring….as if you have to ask *laughs*,
Colton
November 21, 2013
The ABC’s of Thankful…mean you get an excerpt!
So with Thanksgiving just around the corner, everyone and anyone is posting their ABC’s of thankful…and while I haven’t participated in this, I have a whole hell of a lot to be thankful for besides the usual family, friends, health, kids, etc. And number one on that list is you guys, my readers!!!! So since a lot of you might be traveling next Thursday and taking a break from the electronic addiction of technology (for dinner at least, pretty please), I thought I’d thank you now….with a little bit of our Colton and Rylee from Crashed….
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“God, I fucking missed you.” He growls into my mouth between kisses. And without preamble we are on the move. His powerful legs stride beneath me and strong arms hold me secure while his lips bruise mine in unbidden possession.
Noise filters back. Hoots and hollers of the crew ring through the empty stadium as Colton makes no apologies for walking away without a second thought. Someone shouts out “Get a room!” and I am so overwhelmed, so desperate to sate the desire unfurling within and shocking through my system that I answer before Colton can.
“Who needs a room?” I say before my lips crash back against his, hands fisting in his hair, hips grinding into his as his erection rubs against me with every step.
Laughter rings out followed by catcalls but they’re only background noise to the freight train of desire bearing down on us right now. “Hurry,” I tell him in between nips of lips and delving of tongues.
“Fuck,” he mutters as he tries to find an open door at my back without wanting to take his mouth from mine.
“Oh, you better plan on it,” I reply as I pull back so that he can find the handle. He belts out a laugh as my tongue glides to his neck, the taste of salt on my tongue, the vibration of his laughter beneath my lips.
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Oh Colton, how we’ve missed you!
Do you know what would be great from you, my readers for Thanksgiving? A review on Amazon. Yep! 25 words is all it takes to make your mark and help this indie author out…because you know what? December is full of FUN for you guys. Blog takeovers and Colton POV’s and Colton interviewing someone….yep…lots of fun leading into the new year because you know what happens in 2014? Um….Crashed. Yep.
-Kristy
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“God, I fucking missed you.” He growls into my mouth between kisses. And without preamble we are on the move. His powerful legs stride beneath me and strong arms hold me secure while his lips bruise mine in unbidden possession.
Noise filters back. Hoots and hollers of the crew ring through the empty stadium as Colton makes no apologies for walking away without a second thought. Someone shouts out “Get a room!” and I am so overwhelmed, so desperate to sate the desire unfurling within and shocking through my system that I answer before Colton can.
“Who needs a room?” I say before my lips crash back against his, hands fisting in his hair, hips grinding into his as his erection rubs against me with every step.
Laughter rings out followed by catcalls but they’re only background noise to the freight train of desire bearing down on us right now. “Hurry,” I tell him in between nips of lips and delving of tongues.
“Fuck,” he mutters as he tries to find an open door at my back without wanting to take his mouth from mine.
“Oh, you better plan on it,” I reply as I pull back so that he can find the handle. He belts out a laugh as my tongue glides to his neck, the taste of salt on my tongue, the vibration of his laughter beneath my lips.
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Oh Colton, how we’ve missed you!
Do you know what would be great from you, my readers for Thanksgiving? A review on Amazon. Yep! 25 words is all it takes to make your mark and help this indie author out…because you know what? December is full of FUN for you guys. Blog takeovers and Colton POV’s and Colton interviewing someone….yep…lots of fun leading into the new year because you know what happens in 2014? Um….Crashed. Yep.
-Kristy
November 14, 2013
Updates, Crashed, and Cleaning House…
Okay…a lot of people asking about a release date for Crashed…The #1 question I get on a daily basis. And I completely understand and am just as excited as you to get it into your hands….With that said, I’ve always hinted at/said that Crashed will be released early next year…and that is still the time frame I am looking at. At this time I will not give an exact date to avoid the backlash that say a meteor strikes the earth and I can’t hit publish on the exact date I said…
I will give a date though…soon. I just need to make sure that I have my editor and book cover designer scheduled as well as all of the numerous other things that go on behind the scenes when releasing a book (and I promise you….there is so much more than I EVER realized before I started this venture). Oh and I need to make sure the book’s done too. Just a minor detail!
So thank you so much for hanging tight…I know waiting sucks…but I promise it’s because I’m trying to give Rylee and Colton the HEA that they deserve…and they do deserve it.
Thanks for re-reading and posting and continuing to spread the word about the books across social media. Every day I am informed by someone that they heard about the series from a friend…and I am so appreciative of that. I’m humbled that you love them so much that you’re keeping Rylee, Colton and the boys ‘alive’ while you wait for the last installment.
In addition to that…there have been a lot of questions asking me “Is this it? I’m going to miss R&C when this is over.” On that note, I will #unofficially say that while Crashed will be the conclusion of Rylee and Colton’s story, it will not be the last that you will hear from them. Is that okay? My mind already has a novella (at least) revisiting them after a bit, but #unofficially first up after Crashed will be a little something for Becks and Haddie (the #2 asked question I receive). And then possibly a few more books on other characters you’ve been flooding my email about.
So does that help a bit? I know waiting stinks…and I wish I had this book finished for you and could deliver a nice big Colton Xmas present for you…but realistically and in the scheme of being honest with you all, it’s not going to happen…maybe a special POV…but not Crashed.
A couple of house cleaning issues so my email is not flooded and I take time away from writing Crashed and answering them…
1. (1) More week left in the contest of best response to a friend that’s read Fueled.
2. Thank you so much for your reviews on Amazon. Those reviews are a lifeline (no Fueled pun intended) to us independent authors. It is partially because of those reviews that Amazon took notice of Fueled and selected it as one of it’s Top 10 Best Romances for all of 2013 – WOW! (Talk about an unexpected surprise). So thank you for those of you that have reviewed it. There are a TON of you that haven’t…and I know the process is a little tedious….but I’d really appreciate you taking the time to drop a 25 word review if you can.
3. Rumors are swirling that I’ve signed with an agent and that Crashed is going to be delayed…I have in fact signed with an agent…BUT one big point in my decision was that Crashed will remain mine (& yours)….no delay in publication because I am keeping it indie published and not selling it to traditional publishers here in the US- I don’t want you guys to have to wait to get it. There are talks about selling foreign rights to Driven/Fueled so that it can be translated in other languages abroad, but that will in no way affect you guys – it will just mean that more people will get to fall in love with our Ace, just in a different language.
4. Audio books: lots of people asking about audio books. Audio books are in the works and being recorded so stay tuned for those updates and sales links.
5. Signed copies: Lots of questions on this. Yes I will sell signed copies. These take quite a lot of time to do, so please be patient with me because it usually takes a whole day or 2 of my time. If you are interested in a signed copy, please email me at ColtonDonavan@gmail.com and send me your email address and physical address and which books you want. US shipping is 16.50 per book (the book + shipping to me +shipping to you +packaging) Books abroad…the books are 12.99 and then whatever the shipping is (for 2 books to the UK it’s an added $29 – FYI)
6. Still need more Colton? Suffering from OCD (Obsessive Colton Disorder?) … make sure to head over to The Driven Trilogy group here in Facebook where you can discuss all things Driven/Fueled/Colton with all the other 5,000+ members of the VP Pit Crew: Join by going here:
https://www.facebook.com/groups/39476...
7. Lots of questions about where to reach/follow me at. Virtual Stalking links:
www.kbromberg.com
Fueled: http://amzn.to/1447LVs
Driven: http://amzn.to/17a4rw3
https://facebook.com/authorkbromberg
http://www.goodreads.com/Kbromberg
http://pinterest.com/kbrombergwrites/
@KBrombergDriven
@ColtonDonavan
I think that about sums it up. Thank you so much again for all of your support!
Kristy
November 9, 2013
Fueled Voted one of Amazon’s Top Romances for 2013
Look at this nice surprise…Fueled was ranked as #9 out of the Top 20 Romances of 2013 by Amazon…
In honor of my #WickedAwesomeAdminAmysBirthday, a little #Crashed for her…
So it’s my #wickedawesomeadmin Amy’s birthday today…and no one has urged more people to read my books than her…so to thank her for her unending support on her ’29th’ birthday *wink, wink*…I’m giving her a bit of #Crashed…
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When I close the door the cacophony outside is silenced. I lean back against the wood, my shoulders sagging at the literal and figurative notion that I’ve just shut out the world and am now in my little slice of Heaven.
I’m now with Colton.
“Tough day?”
I almost jump out of my skin at the rasp to my left. Colton steps out of the shadowed alcove and it takes everything that I have to remember to breathe as he leans against the wall behind him. My eyes greedily scrape over every defined edge—every inch of pure maleness—of his body covered solely in a pair of red board shorts hanging low on his hips. My gaze roams up his chest and over inked reminders to take in the lopsided ghost of a smile, but it’s when our eyes collide I catch the spark right before the dynamite detonates.
And from one breath to the next predicated by a carnal groan, he is on me—body crashing into mine, pressing me against the door ay my back, mouth doing so much more then kissing. He’s taking, claiming, branding with unfettered need and reckless abandon. I immediately reach up and fist it in the hair at the back of his neck while one of his mimics mine and the other is on my hip, his desperate fingers digging into my willing flesh. My breasts pillow and pebble against the firmness of his chest, the warmth of his skin only adding heat to the blaze building inside of me.
An inferno of need that I don’t think will ever be sated.
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Lucky for you guys it’s her birthday right?
Happy Birthday Amy!
Love,
#TheAuthorThatShallNotBeTagged
Kristy
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When I close the door the cacophony outside is silenced. I lean back against the wood, my shoulders sagging at the literal and figurative notion that I’ve just shut out the world and am now in my little slice of Heaven.
I’m now with Colton.
“Tough day?”
I almost jump out of my skin at the rasp to my left. Colton steps out of the shadowed alcove and it takes everything that I have to remember to breathe as he leans against the wall behind him. My eyes greedily scrape over every defined edge—every inch of pure maleness—of his body covered solely in a pair of red board shorts hanging low on his hips. My gaze roams up his chest and over inked reminders to take in the lopsided ghost of a smile, but it’s when our eyes collide I catch the spark right before the dynamite detonates.
And from one breath to the next predicated by a carnal groan, he is on me—body crashing into mine, pressing me against the door ay my back, mouth doing so much more then kissing. He’s taking, claiming, branding with unfettered need and reckless abandon. I immediately reach up and fist it in the hair at the back of his neck while one of his mimics mine and the other is on my hip, his desperate fingers digging into my willing flesh. My breasts pillow and pebble against the firmness of his chest, the warmth of his skin only adding heat to the blaze building inside of me.
An inferno of need that I don’t think will ever be sated.
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Lucky for you guys it’s her birthday right?
Happy Birthday Amy!
Love,
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Kristy
November 5, 2013
I need a little help…I’m stuck on a scene in Crashed…
So I’m working on a scene in Crashed…but I keep getting stuck on the arrangement of words…do you think this sounds all right?
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I have to remind myself to breathe.
Have to force the thought into my head because she’s just singlehandedly ripped apart and pieced me back together simultaneously. And yet the sight of her has left me raw and abraded with tomorrows that will never be.
That I can never get back.
That were never mine to keep.
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Hmmmm…not sure. I guess I’ll keep it in there and see how the rest of the scene plays out…
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I have to remind myself to breathe.
Have to force the thought into my head because she’s just singlehandedly ripped apart and pieced me back together simultaneously. And yet the sight of her has left me raw and abraded with tomorrows that will never be.
That I can never get back.
That were never mine to keep.
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Hmmmm…not sure. I guess I’ll keep it in there and see how the rest of the scene plays out…
