Synopsis
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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Excerpt
Staring at the empty doorway, I’m not quite sure what to
think so I lean back in the chair and blow out a slow and steady breath to calm
myself. Colton’s never said anything like that to me before, and while
everything he just said holds serious merit, I’m still astounded he said it.
And while a small part of me warms, knowing he wants to take care of me, a
larger part is irritated he’s laying down the law. The irony.
It doesn’t mean I have to abide by it though.
I look toward the ceiling and close my eyes momentarily. The
many things I need to do run through my head, but I can’t do any of them
because I can’t leave my house, can’t carry on my life like normal. I’m stuck
here and that thought alone makes me feel claustrophobic.
I’m exposed to the world but trapped in my house.
Feeling defeated, my eyes flutter open to see the beach
beyond the windows down below. And for the first time since we’ve met, I truly
understand why Colton finds such refuge in his beloved beach—the crash of the
waves, the feel of the sand beneath his feet, and the sense he’s this tiny blip
on Mother Nature’s radar.
A soft chuckle falls from my lips as it hits me. On the beach,
he feels inconsequential. How very fitting for a man who once told me I would
never be that to him to have the need to feel that way at times.
My mind shifts back to that place and time. A ghost of a
smile turns up my lips of the welcome memory of the Merit Rum party: dancing in
the club followed by him chasing me into the hallway. Angry words. Contemptuous
kisses. Hungry eyes. An elevator ride to the penthouse with a promised threat
to decide. Yes. Or. No.
I find comfort in the memory. Without that night, there most
likely wouldn’t be this. No Colton. No baby on the way. No chaos to want to
hide from.
My eyes are drawn back to the beach. To the temptation of
Colton’s place to escape. Sadly, right now, I couldn’t escape down there if I
wanted to. At least he can get on his board and paddle out beyond the break to
get some distance from the photographers. I’m not so lucky.
What I’d give to be inconsequential right now.
And yet deep down, no matter how hard I try, I know I will
never be that to Colton. He’d never allow it. My handsome, complicated, and
very stubborn husband takes too much pride in the two things he never thought
he’d have—a wife and her love—to ever let me feel inconsequential again.
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.
She loves to hear from her readers so make sure you check her out on social media.
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