Sneak Peak-Fall To You

SNEAK PEEK

New Adult Contemporary Romance

Available June 2, 2014

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About This Book

Fall to You is

the second book in the Here and Now series. It is not a stand-alone and is

intended to be read following Lost in Me.

Hanna’s story concludes in book three, All

for This.

Torn between two men…

When I woke up after the accident,

I couldn’t remember anything from the last year—including my relationship with

Max Hallowell or anything about Nate Crane. Now my memories are returning, but

instead of answering my questions, they’re leaving me with more.

The man who broke my heart and wants to be my future…

Max is all I ever wanted, and

now he wants to marry me. He’ll do everything he can to fill my life with love,

family, and security. I need those things now more than ever. But can I trust

him?

The man who stole my heart and wants to let me go…

Nate never made me promises,

and I never asked him to. I’d been on the rebound, looking for a distraction,

and he made me feel beautiful and wanted when I needed to feel those things

most. He says he has to let me go, but what if I can’t let go of him?

With every revelation and

every passing day, I feel more like Alice down the rabbit hole. I’m falling.

Who will catch me?

Three Months

Before Hanna’s Accident

Nate

I

haven’t slept all night with a woman next to me since before my son was born,

yet here I am, holding her like I’m some closet romantic who doesn’t plan to

send her on her way in a couple of hours. I loved every fucking minute of

sleeping with her in my arms. I love how she reached for me in her sleep, how

she rubbed her ass against my cock as if trying to wiggle a puzzle piece into

place. And maybe a puzzle is the right analogy, because her body fits so damn

perfectly against mine that I feel like something’s missing when she rolls

away.

She’s

on her back now, a hand reaching out, fingers resting on my bicep as if she’s

afraid I might escape. The women I take to my bed tend to react that way, but I

know it has little to do with my mad bedroom skills. For them, it’s about

status, a notch in their bedpost of celebrities. What’s it about for Hanna?

The

air conditioner cycles on, parting the curtains and bathing her in morning

light that reminds me I should be urging her out of my bed. Only I don’t want

her to go anywhere. I’m too enthralled by the dark smudge of her lashes against

her cheeks and the soft parting of her full lips. She has these faint freckles

across the bridge of her nose, another detail in this study in contrasts—the

sweet, insecure virgin who doesn’t understand her own appeal and the wanton

goddess who sucked me so hard and pulled my dick so deep she’s no doubt ruined

me for all other blowjobs. And the way she responds when I touch her…

Hanna’s

a virgin, but she was made for sex. Damn, how I envy the man who will get to

introduce her to that pleasure. Will it be the ex? Max?

Something

flames in my gut at the thought, but I ignore the flare of jealousy. She still

loves him. I’m nothing more than the rebound guy, and I should be glad for that

because I can’t offer her more than this.

“Mmm,”

she moans, her eyes fluttering open and closed again as if she can’t quite

convince them to greet the day. “What are you looking at?”

“You.”

She

pats her hair before tugging the sheet up to cover her bare breasts. “Not much

to look at before coffee. I’m probably a mess.”

“A

beautiful mess,” I growl, tugging the sheet back down. “Don’t interrupt me. I

was trying to play connect-the-dots with your freckles.”

She

raises a brow but doesn’t try to re-cover herself. “How’s that work?”

“Well,

they obviously start here,” I murmur, touching the bridge of her nose. “Then

they pick up again here…” I drag my finger down her nose, over her soft lips,

and to her collarbone, where a few more freckles are sprinkled.

“Not

much of a treasure hunt.”

“Oh,

you see, the amateur might think that’s the end of the trail, but I am an

expert at connect-the-dots, and I don’t give up so easily.”

“Oh.

Good. I was worried.”

I

shake my head and press a quick kiss to her lips. “I won’t let you down. But

are you ready for the next part?”

“I

don’t know? Is it hangman? I’m not sure I want you playing hangman with my

freckles.” Her smile damn near bowls me over.

“Still

connecting the dots, but you see, it’s about intuition when the going gets

tough like this, and for my intuition to work at its best, I need to stop

searching with my fingers and take over with my tongue.”

She

giggles. “Oh really?”

I

climb on top of her, resting on my elbows, and she instinctively draws up her

knees so my torso rests between her thighs. My cock aches, demanding that I

slide up her body and get closer. Fuck. It wants more than to be close. It

wants inside her. Tight and hot and deep. But I ignore it and lower my mouth to

the freckles on her collarbone.

The

taste of her skin on my tongue makes me hungry for more. I want to lick her clit

again, to slide my tongue inside her until she loses control and rocks her hips

in that sweet rhythm of fucking.

Instead,

I trail my tongue down between her breasts and to the lone freckle beneath her

sternum. “Found it,” I murmur before gently nipping her skin.

She

arches toward my mouth. “Your tongue has a rather impressive intuition.”

“Oh,

and it’s not even done yet.”

About the Author

Once a college

English professor, I now write full time. I live in rural Indiana, where, when

I'm not writing, I get to hang out with my husband and two kids--a six-year-old

boy and a two-year-old hellion, er, girl. Not surprisingly, reading and writing

remain my favorite activities, though both come in bits and pieces these days,

not the big hunks of time I enjoyed before I had children. When I'm feeling

virtuous, I like to go running (I use that word liberally. I'm really, really

slow) or do yoga. Don't worry, I'm always careful to balance out such

activities with a hearty serving of ice cream or a

chocolate martini.

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