SNEAK PEEK
New Adult Contemporary
Romance
Available June 2,
2014
on
iBooks
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.
