Driven: Book 1 in the Driven Trilogy
Rylee Thomas is used to being in control. But she’s about to meet the one man that just might make her enjoy losing it.
I am the exception to the rule.
In a world full of willing women, I’m a challenge to the roguish and achingly handsome Colton Donavan. A man used to getting exactly what he wants in all aspects of life. He’s the reckless bad boy constantly skating that razor thin edge toward out of control, on and off of the track.
Colton crashes into my life like a tornado: sapping my control, testing my vulnerabilities beyond their limits, and unintentionally penetrating the protective wall around my healing heart. Tearing apart the world I rebuilt so carefully with structure, predictability, and discipline.
I can’t give him what he wants and he can’t give me what I need. But after a glimpse beneath his refined exterior into the dark secrets of his damaged soul, can I bring myself to walk away?
Our sexual chemistry is undeniable. Our individual need for complete control is irrefutable. But when our worlds collide, is the chemistry enough to bring us together or will our untold secrets and battle of wills force us apart?
Predictable, structured, and disciplined. That’s Rylee Thomas to a tee. A woman willing to do anything to help “her boys,” the abused and traumatized young orphans that her nonprofit cares for. That’s the only reason she accepts the impromptu bet from an intriguing stranger after finding herself in an unexpected predicament during her company’s fundraiser.
The stranger wagers that she’ll agree to a date with him by the night’s end or he’ll donate a hefty sum toward her nonprofit’s new project. Sexual chemistry be damned, Rylee swears that resisting him won’t be a problem. In fact, winning for her is about more than just the money; She welcomes the chance to knock his rampant ego down a notch. And all of this happens before she knows that this irresistible yet exasperating stranger is Colton Donavan.
Yes, that Colton Donavan.
A woman who never goes back on her word, what’s Rylee to do when Colton pulls a fast one and wins the bet? She thought she’d do anything for ‘her boys,” but a date with the philandering racecar driver? That’s a line she’s not willing to cross.
Even though sparks fly, Rylee quickly smothers them. Colton is arrogant, impudent, achingly handsome, and famous for his no-strings-attached attitude toward the women that regularly throw themselves at him. He’s too big of a risk for Rylee, whose heart is still healing from a great loss.
Rylee’s defiance both intrigues and challenges Colton. She can’t possibly be immune to his charms. He hasn’t met a woman yet who is. Her continuous rejections drive him crazy until he finds Rylee’s weakness: he will donate the rest of the funding for her nonprofit’s new facilities, but only if she works with him on it. She must escort him to every event, every meeting, everything involving the project. Anything to force Rylee’s hand. Because more than anything, Colton wants Rylee in his bed, and he’s a man who always gets what he wants.
Rylee discovers that there’s so much more to Colton than the public, bad-boy persona he projects. Colton discovers that Rylee is getting under his skin—and closer to discovering the secrets that haunt his memories—something he ever expected. But when Colton finally gets what he wants, it just might be too much for the both of them.
He sits up and kisses me forcefully, his tongue plunging between my parted lips, his hands pressing my body to him possessively. I grow dizzy wanting more of everything from him.
“I. Want. You. So. Much. Rylee.” He pants between kisses down my neck. I bring my hands to his face, fingers touching coarse whiskers, and draw his head up to meet my eyes. “You’re addictive.”
“I know,” I whisper, telling him with my eyes I understand the depth of that desire. That I feel it too. The muscle in his jaw tenses momentarily before he crushes his mouth to mine, the connection between us a necessity like air.
“Ride me,” he pants. Such a simple command really but it’s the way he says it—as if the sun won’t rise in the morning if I don’t—that has me pulling back. I stare into his eyes, so hypnotizing, so intense, and so full of desire I wouldn’t deny him even if I could. So I begin to move, surrendering myself to him. Again.
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