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Based on the Best Selling novel by K Bromberg: Everything Colton wants is at his fingertips. Everything, except Rylee. Her heart is healing. His soul is damaged. The Driven Series Boxed Set - (Driven, Fueled, Crashed and Raced) ENG. - K. Bromberg. Dokument: epub ( MB).

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I pound on the door, fear overwhelming the small hold I have left on my control. On reality. A rivulet of sweat trickles down my back. The walls keep moving in on me. The need to escape is the only thing my mind can focus on.

I pound on the door again, yelling frantically. Hoping someone roaming these back corridors can hear me. Becoming nauseous, I start to slide down the wall and accidentally hit the light switch. I cry out, frantically searching for the switch with my trembling hands. I flick it on, relieved to have pushed the monsters back into hiding.

But when I look down, blood covers my hands. A different time. All around me, I smell the acrid stench of destruction. Of desperation. Of death. In my ears, his thready breathing is agonizing. He is gasping. Even in death. Get a grip, Rylee! I rub the tears off my cheeks with the backs of my hands and resort to my previous year in therapy to try to keep my claustrophobia at bay.

I concentrate on a mark on the wall across from me, try to regulate my breathing, and slowly count. I focus on pushing the walls out. Pushing the unbearable memories away. I count to ten, gaining a scrap of composure, yet desperation still clings. I know Dane will come looking for me shortly. He knows where I went, but the thought does nothing to alleviate my surmounting panic.

Finally I surrender to my primal need to escape and start pounding on the door with the heels of my hands. Shouting loudly. Cursing sporadically. Begging for someone to hear me and open the door. For someone to save me again. In my ragged state of mind, seconds feel like minutes and minutes feel like hours. Endlessly shouting for help. Feeling defeated, I yell again and rest my forearms on the door in front of me. Bracing my weight on my forearms, I lay my head on them and succumb to my tears.

Large, ragged sobs shake violently through me. And suddenly, I have the feeling of falling. Falling forward as I stumble into the solid length of man in my path. My arms wrap around a firm torso while my legs lie awkwardly bent behind me. The man instinctively brings his arms up and wraps them around me, catching me, holding my weight and absorbing my impact. I look up, quickly registering the shock of dark hair spiked haphazardly, bronzed skin, the slight shadow of stubble … and then I meet his eyes.

A jolt of electricity—an almost palpable energy—crackles when I meet those guarded, translucent green irises. Needs and desires long forgotten inundate me with this one, simple meeting of eyes. I make the mistake of breaking eye contact and glancing down at his mouth. Full, sculpted lips purse as he regards me intently, and then very slowly, they spread into a lopsided, roguish grin. Oh, how I want that mouth on me—anywhere and everywhere all at once. What in the hell am I thinking? This man is way out of my league.

Like light years away out of my league. I draw my gaze back up to see amusement brimming in his eyes as if he knows my thoughts. I can feel a flush slowly spread over my face as embarrassment for both my predicament and my salacious thoughts registers in my brain. I tighten my grip around muscular biceps as I lower my gaze to avoid his obvious assessment and try to regain my composure. Bringing my feet back under me, I accidentally stumble further into him, my balance compromised by my inexperience with such sky-high heels.

I jump back from him as my breasts brush against his firm chest, setting my nerve endings ablaze. Tiny detonations of desire tickle deep in my belly. Imperfectly perfect and sexy as hell with a smirk suggesting arrogance and an air exuding trouble. He raises an eyebrow, noticing my slow perusal of him. A voice evoking images of both rebellion and sex in the same breath. He watches my response, bemusement in his eyes, and that cocksure smile widening, causing a single dimple to deepen in his defined jaw.

Despite having taken a step back, I am still close to him. Too close for me to gather my wits, but close enough for me to feel his breath feathering over my cheek. To smell the clean scent of soap mixed with his subtle, earthy cologne. I see the muscle in his clenched jaw pulse as he regards me. Why is this man making me nervous and feeling like I have to justify my situation?

It jammed. My body registers the trail of sparks his fingertips blaze on my naked flesh while my mind becomes acutely aware that his sensuous mouth is only a whisper away from mine. My lips part and my breath hitches as he moves his hand up the line of my neck and then uses the back of it to run his knuckles softly down my cheek. I gasp in utter shock, my lips parting a fraction as his mouth absorbs the sound, giving him an opening to caress his tongue over my lips and dart slowly between them.

I push my hands against his chest, trying to resist the uninvited kiss from this complete stranger. Trying to do what logic tells me is right. Trying to deny what my body is telling me it really wants. To suppress the need to take as he is taking. To abandon inhibition and let myself enjoy this one, random moment with him. Common sense wins my internal feud between lust and prudence, and I manage to push him back a fraction. His eyes, wild with lust, hold steady to mine.

I want to feel what I have been so devoid of—what I have purposely denied myself. For deep down in the depths of my soul, I know this kiss will be that for me. He takes advantage of my silence, a lascivious smile curling the corners of his mouth before tightening the hold he has on the nape of my neck. From one breath to the next, he crushes his mouth to mine. My resistance is futile and lasts only seconds before I surrender to him.

I instinctively move my hands over the rasp of his unshaven jaw to the back of his neck and tug my fingers in the hair that curls over the top of his collar. A low moan comes from the back of his throat, bolstering my confidence, allowing me to part my lips and take more of him. My tongue entwines and dances intimately with his. A slow, seductive ballet highlighted with breathy moans and panted whimpers. He tastes of whiskey.

His confidence exudes rebellion. The Driven Series consists of nine books. This boxed set contains the five read-in-order books, bonus scenes from those books, and then extras from the standalone books. Raced is a unique book—let me explain why. After writing Driven, Fueled, and Crashed, readers often asked what Colton was thinking in certain scenes of those books.

After much thought, I decided to write a collection of chapters from the trilogy told in his point of view. This is the novella titled Raced. After Raced was released, readers started telling me that they hated having to flip between books i.

It was a common request that I combine all of the books and add the Raced chapters in the appropriate locations in the series. That is what I did in this boxed set. When reading this new collection, sometimes readers feel like these added chapters end abruptly without a smooth segue to the next chapter. I apologize for that, but these added chapters were never intended to be blended with the original books so please know that if a chapter ends and flows oddly or not at all into the next chapter, this is why.

Deleted scenes between Colton and Rylee as well as some bonus content from the standalones in the series Slow Burn, Sweet Ache, Hard Beat, Down Shift that previously could only be read if you purchased the paperback. I hope this helps to clear up any confusion on, but more than anything, I truly hope you enjoy taking the ride with Colton, Rylee, and the rest of the gang!

Happy reading and I race you! Thank you for your unending support and endless love for these characters. The path will never be easy and you might have to chase them for years. There will be obstacles to overcome and criticisms to ignore. There will be periods of doubt and moments of insecurity. But you will reach them. And when you finally touch those dreams, No matter how old you are or where life has taken you, Hold on tight—savor that feeling of accomplishment—and never let go.

Fortunately, Dane was sympathetic enough to my need for a reprieve that he let me do this chore for him. I quickly reach the old dressing room and collect the lists that Dane forgot in our chaotic, pre-party rush to clean up. I sag against the wall, the ruched bodice of my dress hindering my ability to inhale a deep sigh of frustration. Think, Rylee, think! With my shoulder blades pressed against the wall, I shift inelegantly back and forth to try and alleviate the pressure on my toes, which are painfully crammed into my four-inch heels.

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