Crashed by K Bromberg
Heat Rating: Molten
Genre: Modern Romance
Series: Part of a Series; Must be read in order
The Driven Trilogy Reading Order
- Driven: Read Angie’s recommendation
Goose bumps. The prologue gave me goose bumps. The rest of the book was crazy intense; every time I thought Rylee and Colton were on the right track, something happened to wreck them. The finale in the series was everything I wanted and more. You hate Tawny? You’ll hate her more in Crashed. You love Beckett? You’ll love him more in Crashed. You want to smack sense into Colton? I wanted to pull him out of the book and shake him.
Simply put, this book (as is the entire series) is fan-fucking-tastic. And don’t even get me started on the epilogue.
Adrian’s + Favorite Quotes
“I want every inch of you trembling, fucking shaking, begging for me to take you, Ry, because fuck if I won’t be doing the same. I want to be your sigh, your moan, your cry out in pleasure and every fucking sound in between.”
“The one thing neither of us wanted turned out to be the one thing we don’t ever want to live without. Each other.”
“I want to be your motherfucking checkered flag, Rylee. Your pace car to lead you through tough times, your pit stop when you need a break, your start line, your finish line, your goddamn victory lane.”
Kyleigh Jane Says
Oh my gosh, you guys. Seriously. SERIOUSLY.
So if you’ve been living under a rock—or are a hold-out who waits for a series to be complete before you start it—IT’S TIME TO READ THIS SERIES!
Since all good things must come to an end, The Driven Trilogy is now complete, and holy hell it is a doozy.
Colton… my God. DIBS! I call dibs! I love Colton. Love. Him. All that alpha cocksureness, and swagger and sexiness, and lopsided smirk. I swoon.
I really can’t tell you much of anything about this book, because everything I could say would give something away.
I was up, I was down, I was hot, I was happy, I was crying, I was everything. EVERYTHING!
There have been times when I have loved a series and eagerly anticipated the final book- only to be kinda bummed out in the end. Sometimes the magic is lost. Sometimes it’s just… not there.
This was NOT one of those times.
Kristy Bromberg — you nailed it, baby. NAILED. IT. Without question, a MUST READ SERIES.
So go! Shoo! Get outa’ here! Go read it!
+ Favorite Quotes
“Shit, the only reason to kick a man like him out of bed would be to fuck him on the floor.”
“I want every inch of you trembling, fucking shaking, begging me to take you, Ry, because fuck if I won’t be doing the same. I want to be your sigh, your moan, your cry out in pleasure and every fucking sound in between.”
“I want to see your toes curl as they push against my chest. Want to watch your mouth fall open and your eyes close when it becomes too much- the pleasure so fucking intense- because, baby, I want to know I make you feel that way. I want to know you feel just as fucking alive inside as you make me.”
“You can go now too.”
His gruff voice startles me. His unexpected words throw me. My temper simmers. I look over at him and can’t do anything other than shake my head in sputtering disbelief because his eyes are still closed. Everything over the past couple of days hits me like a kaleidoscope of memories. The distance and avoidance. This is about more than being irritated from being confined during his recovery. “Is there something you need to get off your chest?”
A lone seagull squawks overhead as I wait for the answer, trying to prepare for whatever he’s going to say to me. He’s gone from crying without explanation to telling me to leave—not a good sign at all.
“I don’t need your goddamn pity. Don’t you have a house full of little boys that need you to help fulfill that inherent trait of yours to hover and smother?”
He could’ve called me every horrible name in the book and it wouldn’t sting as much as those words he just slapped me with. I’m dumbfounded, mouth opening and closing as I stare at him, face angled to the sun, eyes still closed. “Excuse me?” It’s no match for what he’s just said, but it’s all I’ve got.
“You heard me.” He lifts his chin up almost in dismissal but still keeps his eyes closed. “You know where the door is, sweetheart.”
K. Bromberg is that reserved woman sitting in the corner that has you all fooled about the wild child inside of her–the one she lets out every time her fingertips touch the computer keyboard. She’s a wife, mom, child rustler, toy pick-er-upper, chauffer, resident web-slinger, LaLaloopsy watching, American Girl doll dressing multi-tasker of all things domestic and otherwise. She likes her diet cokes with rum, her music loud, and her pantry stocked with a cache of chocolate.
K. lives in Southern California with her husband and three children. When she needs a break from the daily chaos of her life, you can most likely find her on the treadmill or with Kindle in hand, devouring the pages of a good, saucy book.
Fueled is K. Bromberg’s second published novel and is the highly anticipated second book of “The Driven Trilogy.” Driven was her well-received debut novel and Book #1 of the series.