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Deleted scene from Crashed

So I unexpectedly found a deleted scene from CRASHED that I thought you all might like to read. This scene takes place after Colton makes the 911 call when Rylee is at home alone with Zander and he hears her scream on the other end of the phone. I originally wrote the next chapter in his point of view, but decided to scrap it and write it in Rylee’s perspective. This is the chapter that I scrapped. 

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I know I was excited to revisit Colton, and I hope you guys are too. Here’s 2,000 more words from Colton…

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No.

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Please no.

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Rylee.

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Rylee.

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It’s all I can focus on as my tires squeal around the last turn onto her street. I’m a goddamn mess and the sight of police cars scattered all over the street – doors open, lights on, sirens off – scares the fuck out of me.

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Then relief.

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A rush of breath escapes because if they were injured, ambulances would be here, and if they were still inside, then the police would be running around in a frenzy to try and help them.

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But no one is doing a fucking thing except for all huddling around together, a line of black uniforms, shoulder to shoulder.

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Something to my right catches my attention and I freeze. The ambulance is here, the lights are flashing but the siren is silent.

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Spiderman.

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Why aren’t their sirens on?

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Batman.

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Why is everyone standing around?

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Superman.

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Where the fuck is Rylee and Zander?

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Ironman.

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Not possible.

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I can’t process the thoughts screaming in my own head. The ones lost in the fear clenching every single fucking part of me. No one’s moving. Lights on, sirens off. No Rylee or Zander in sight. The damage must already be done.

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He’s already taken them.

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Or worse.

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Numbness hits and the tang of fear I’ve only ever tasted before back in that dank fucking room of my youth fills my mouth. Owns my soul. Takes over.

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I drive as far as I can into the melee, with fumbling fingers I fling the door open, Rover still running, and sprint as fast as I can down the sidewalk. I try to shout, to call for her so she knows I’m here, but all that comes out is a rasp of sound, her name broken.

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Two policemen rush me, and I can’t hear a word they say because my only focus is on the front door, the caution tape I can now see being pulled tight across the street, the intensity in the faces of the wall of uniforms.

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I shove them off me, push as hard and as far as I can toward the front of the house because that yellow tape says crime scene, says he already has them.

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“Rylee,” I grunt out as they slam me back against the cruiser behind me. I’m strong, but have nowhere near enough strength to break free from two officers at once. Besides, I can’t focus on anything else other than on Rylee, on Zander.

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“Where is she?” I yell out. And I struggle so hard, need and adrenaline dominating my body and mind. “Rylee!” After a minute and not getting much farther except to notice other officers putting their hands on the butts of their holstered guns, I relent.

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Try to calm the fuck down but know it’s not going to happen.

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“Okay,” I tell them as I stop fighting. “Please just tell me—I’m the one who called—I know who’s in there!”

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And now I have their attention.

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Within moments I’ve explained everything I can, that I can fucking think of, but they haven’t said a single word to me. Nothing.

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An officer tells me to stay put, another keeps his hand on my shoulder, when all I want to do is shrug it off and run to The House a couple hundred feet away and see what the fuck is going on. But his hand remains firm and authoritative on my shoulder. He’s obviously afraid I’m going to fucking bolt. I do the only thing I can, I put my head in my hands and try to keep my heart from choking over the fear that’s lodged there.

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And I repeat the chant that she’s said for me in my time of need. Over and over.

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Fucking Christ. I need that little freckled face boy that showed up to help me, to appear right now. Vaporize out of thin fucking air again but I fear I won’t get a decision to make this time.

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I fear it’s too late.

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The officer must sense my restlessness, must know that if I don’t move some, I’m going to implode with the pressure in my chest and fear in my heart – the one she brought back to life. So he releases my shoulder and I’m immediately on the move, feet eating up the same six concrete panels of sidewalk, over and over.

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I look up when I hear footsteps, but keep my body moving to abate all of this nervous fucking energy. “Talk to me. Please,” I beg him. “Tell me she’s okay. Zander’s okay. He’s fucking traumatized. Please.” My voice breaks as tears prick the back of my eyes like pins. I welcome the pain, hold onto it because it’s the only way I can cope right now with the fucking unknown.

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“The woman and little boy—”

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“Her name is Rylee!” I shout at him. “She’s not a faceless, nameless fucking woman. She’s my Rylee.” My motherfucking checkered flag. Oh god! “And Zander. Rylee and Zander. Call them their names. Acknowledge that they’re people with families godammit!” I look around for something to punch, something to break into fucking pieces but it doesn’t matter. It’s not going to help Ry right now. Nothing is.

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I put my hands on my neck and pull down, force myself to breathe. I need to calm the fuck down or they’re going to kick me out of here. My chest aches and if I had any doubt before I know for sure now. The woman owns this heart of mine.

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I drop my head down as I wait for the officer to deliver the news I’m fucking petrified to hear.

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Rylee. Hang in there, baby. Be strong. For me. For Zander. Please.

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The police office looks at me again and I’m such a fucking mess—so inside of my own head—that I forgot he was going to give me information.

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“Rylee and Zander,” he says, looking at me to make sure I realized that he used their name, “and the suspect are isolated in the backyard.”

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“Then go in there and get him the fuck out of there! C’mon! Do your goddamn jobs!” I shout at them, hands fisted, teeth gritted. My mind is so overwhelmed that I don’t even have a chance to think about the stupidity of my comment until I notice the officer before me glance to the one beside me.

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And then I know.

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“Has he hurt her?”

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Silence.

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“A gun?”

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Silence.

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“Has he hurt Zander?”

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“No.”

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My chest fucking constricts because the only thing they say no to is my question in regards to Zander.

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My world spirals like the tumbling of the car in the wreck.

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And I only give myself a second to feel before I shut down. Fuck this. Fuck everyone.

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I shove away from them and pace down the sidewalk, pushing my hands out to the side and then bringing them up to lace behind my head as I blow out a huge breath and try to wrap my head around this all. I walk back to them with purpose, knowing the answer but I’m going to fucking demand it anyway.

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“You’ve gotta get me in the house. Right. Fucking. Now!” I demand as a dog starts barking somewhere.

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“Sir, keep your voice down. He doesn’t know we’re here and we’re trying to keep it that way. We’ve got tactical in the kitchen to take a shot if need be. We don’t want to escalate the situation.”

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And all I hear is that he doesn’t know we’re here. So that means Rylee doesn’t fucking know we’re here. She doesn’t know help is here. And that scares the shit out of me more than anything.

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My selfless saint.

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“If need be? He has a fucking gun right? What more do you need to know?” I shout at them in a harsh whisper.

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“We’re doing everything we can,” he says in that placating tone I want to rip from his throat.

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“No you’re not!” I bark at them. “Do you have them safe? NO YOU DON’T!”

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“Sir, if you can’t settle down, we’re going to have to escort you from the premises.”

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Panic rifles through me at the thought of being taken farther away from Ry and Zander than I already am. I look over at the house and think of earlier. My welcome kiss with Rylee, my chat with Shane. How could a perfect morning turn into this? How did I leave her to face this alone?

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I squeeze my eyes shut and drop my head for a beat before looking back at the man in front of me. “Officer…” I glance at his name tag, try to make a connection with him so that he understands how important my next words are. “Officer Destin – Please, you have to let her know we’re out here. Zander’s one of her boys. She’ll do anything—anything—to keep him safe.” The thought terrifies me so fuck being calm, I grab the front of the officer’s shirt. “Do you understand what I’m saying?” I grate out through gritted teeth. “She’ll sacrifice herself for one of her boys…so fucking do something now!”

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Hands pull my shoulders back and away from the officer, warnings stated low and formidably from behind me. I take my hands off of him. “We’re doing everything we can to—”

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“Don’t give me the bullshit line. Don’t stand here. Do something!”

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They nod their heads like they get it but they don’t, not even fucking close. They don’t have a freight train of fear derailing inside of them because the people they care about are in a backyard with a murderer.

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Time fucking stretches.

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Seconds.

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Minutes.

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Forever.

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It feels like years are being scraped off my life with a dull fucking knife with each and every passing second. They move me into a tactical van near the front of the house. They say it’s to keep me better apprised of the situation but I know it’s because they can see me about to explode from the unknown and that when I do, they worry I’m going to compromise their operation.

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Fuckin’A.

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My mind races but I can’t focus on a goddamn thing but Rylee and Zander and being stuck inside this tiny truck where I can’t pace, I can’t talk, but I have to sit here with guys in headsets and monitors with white snow a constant on their screens.

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“I’m not letting you take him.”

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And then I hear her voice.

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My body jolts to attention. Adrenaline pumps like blood through my veins at that goddamn defiance in her voice, at knowing she’s all right.

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I immediately lean forward to see the grainy image that springs to life on the bank of monitors in from of me. I have to fight the sob of relief at just seeing her, hearing her voice when all I’ve felt for the past however fucking long it’s been is fear.

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And the wave of reprieve is short lived because when I can finally tear my eyes from her, all I can focus on in the grainy image but that’s clear as day, is the gun he has pointed directly at her.

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Maybe I should look and see what else I can find on this computer of mine…

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(To all of the grammar-gurus who already have their emails open to tell me the errors, please note this has never been professionally edited so I know it is not perfect)

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177 Responses

  8. I love it. Keep looking! Can't wait for more! On a slow writing day (damn you #NaNoWriMo), you've helped me pull a 180! 🙂

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  10. That was fantastic, the tension. We need more C&R. We can never get our fill.. Thank you for sharing. We need a deleted scene scavenger hunt…

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  13. OMG that is fantastic, just love Colton, yes Kristy i agree you should look what else you have hidden away on your computer, thanks for sharing 🙂

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  14. To bad, this was not part of Colton's POV in the book. It is so dramatic and would tell sooo much more about Colton!

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  18. Thank You so much for the added bonus of the story.These books were the best of the year and have voted for CRASHED for Best Romance.Thanks again and can't wait for the next new series you have for us devoted readers

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  19. Thank You so much for the added bonus of the story.These books were the best of the year and have voted for CRASHED for Best Romance.Thanks again and can't wait for the next new series you have for us devoted readers

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  29. Amazing, Kristy!! I love this so much! Grammar Schrammer! Would love any and all deleted scenes you find:)

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  41. This was FANTASTIC!!!!! I love it and don’t give a rats about any grammar or spelling errors….Keep looking or just write some more! RACE IT

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  43. OMG I love it!!! I got the same feeling I did when I read the series for the first time. Thank you so much for sharing this world with us. I can't get enough!!!!

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  53. Yes please check your computer for every single deleted scene you can find right now !! lololol thank you thank you miss & love them so much please keep writing these wonderful books

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  64. That is awesome! I wish it went all the way through the chapter but I love it. And I think u should look through ur computer, u might have parts of the 10 year gap already written

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  66. It's bought it all back. Now I'll have to go back and listen (audio) to it all again. I'd love to hear this chapter read by Sean Crisden and his oh so sexy voice, not that it's a sexy scene but he also does dramatic so well. Love your work Kristy Bromberg. Thank you for sharing.

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  70. I loved this deleted chapter. Colton is so deep that to get in his head was awesome in this series. I was so engrossed that I wished it went further. I yearned for his relief and anguish when he gets to enter the house and hold Rylee and how that would happen. The Driven series has been one of the best series I have read since I purchased my kindle three years ago. I love these characters. I can’t wait to read what happened in the 10 missing years and the birth of their baby. Kristy – your awesome and I am glad that your dream of becoming an author came true. You have more than earned the title. Can’t wait for Slow Burn.

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  73. Shit I need more!!!! It can't be left there!!!! holy shit balls I am dying here….I mean thank you for sharing this…this is the one scene I wanted to see into from Colton's point of view the most….but this isn't enough…..I beg you for more!

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  74. Thank you for that Kristy! You are one of the the best writers I've had the pleasure to read in the past year or so. So thank you again I love Colton and Rylee that was awesome!

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  77. Just…Thank you! Brought tears to my eyes and made my heart hurt as it brings me right back to that moment and the ones that follow! So thank you again for sharing this moment with all of us!

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  83. wow that's great can we have more please we will love you for ever so please look on your computer we can help x

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  84. Omg!! Thank you for sharing, it was more than I could hope for. Please keep looking for other hidden treasures from Colton…Thanks again! Can’t wait for Slow Burn

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  88. OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you thank you thank you! I just listened to the trilogy again, but now this makes me want to start all over!

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  96. O..M..G.. Kristy, thanks for sharing this with us and please keep looking. You know we can never get enough of Colton, Rylee and the gang 🙂

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  97. That's 2000 words? Wow it went so fast. My heart is beating so hard, just like the first time I read about it. You are so amazing and their story is so amazing. I can't get enough. Keep searching and hopefully u can find more. Oh how we race our colton and rylee!!! Thank u!!

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  105. Thank you for this unexpected surprise! This was a scene I was hoping to read in Raced. You made my day! You are so generous to your fans! You know we can never get enough of C & R!
    Thank you Kristy!!

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  121. Ahhh, Kristy, I’m a freakin mess!! Spiderman…. Batman….Superman….Ironman …. the feelings, the emotions, the fear, the angst from Colton is so real that I’m trembling as I type!!! This was f*kin amazing and Colton’s love for Rylee and Zander is soooo abundantly apparent!!!

    Please, please keeping digging around for more!!!!!

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  122. Ahhh, Kristy, I’m a freakin mess!! Spiderman…. Batman….Superman….Ironman …. the feelings, the emotions, the fear, the angst from Colton is so real that I’m trembling as I type!!! This was f*kin amazing and Colton’s love for Rylee and Zander is soooo abundantly apparent!!!

    Please, please keeping digging around for more!!!!!

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  127. Thank you for sharing Kristy….#writekristywrite, because I want more now 🙂 Hard to believe I have two new books on my kindle that I was waiting for to come out and here I am still re-reading the Driven series!!!!! <3

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  129. Thankyou for sharing Kristy The Love Colton has for Rylee and one of her boys Zsnder is so apperent in that scene made me all teary yet again You are an amazing woman Kristy Bromberg and bring joy happiness and tears to a lot of women all over the world with your amazing storys Long may you rein Queen of Storyland …Queen Of All Our Hearts xxxx

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  130. OooooMmmmGggggg
    Instantly all my emotions come flooding back in like I was there! We need more, I could live off this forever! Yes Kristy I think a full inventory of your computer is needed like now! Xxx

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  132. That was WOW!!!!!!! I think you should keep checking around on your computer Kristy for some more of these AWESOME deleted scenes!!!!!

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  135. Thank you so much for sharing that little tidbit with us!!!! Please look around and see what else you can find…lol. I just love Colton & Rylee. You are absolutely the Best. More, more…….. Thanks again!!

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  141. This deleted scene just makes me love Colton even more! While reading it and knowing what the outcome was I was still tense. Keep searching the computer, Lord only knows what you decided not to use! Thank you.

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  142. Ahhhh! Feels like Christmas! Now I’m going to have to start the series over again, for the 3rd time! Thanks sooooo much for sharing this Kristie! ❤️

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  143. Wow, so glad you shared this. I know you've done a book with some of Coltons pov's but I'd love to see the Whole series from him. I know I'm a greedy girl☺

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  176. Kristy, I loved reading Colton's pov. Thanks for sharing this moment. I'd wondered what Colton was feeling and doing while he had had to wait for the police to help Rylee and Zander. Definitely time for another reread. So looking forward to Aced.

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