Releasing August 4, 2014
New Adult Contemporary Romance
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FOR THIS is book three in the Here and Now series. It is not a stand-alone and
it’s intended to be read after LOST IN ME and FALL TO YOU.**
What if you would
never remember the day you made the most important decision of your life?
That’s what
they’re telling me about the day of my accident—the day I put on Max’s ring and
chose him over Nate. I’m counting on the wisdom behind a decision I don’t
remember making.
Max is amazing—sexy,
sweet, and kind. I was starting to believe happily-ever-after might be in my
future after all. Then the unthinkable happened and my world imploded. If I’m
going to make this work with Max, I need my missing memories, or at least
answers from about those five days before my accident.
But what does
my future hold if those answers aren’t anything like I imagined?
The following excerpt from ALL FOR THIS
by its very nature contains spoilers for the first two books in the Here and
Now series, LOST IN ME and FALL TO YOU. If you hate spoilers and haven’t read
the first two books, I recommend you don’t read any further.
EXCERPT:
Max
“How are you holding up? Did it go okay
with Nate last night?”
She stiffens at his name. “He asked me
to move to LA.”
Of course he did. “And what did you
say?”
She blinks at me. “I’m not leaving New
Hope. This is my home.”
“He wanted more than for you to move to
LA.” I take a step closer. I need to touch her. I wonder if she knows she’s
pulling away from me, if she can feel it like I can. It’s as if we’re connected
by a thousand little threads like those in a woven rug and they’ve been breaking
one at a time since the moment Nate came back into town. With every breath, I
feel another thread snap. “He wanted you.”
She shrugs. “I’m already taken.”
I draw in a deep breath. She lifts her
hand to my face and skims her fingers along my jaw.
I groan softly and slide my hand into
her hair as I lower my mouth to hers. She’s soft and sweet, and I need more of
her.
Taking a fistful of her skirt, I yank
her dress up around her waist and find the cotton of her panties. She gasps,
and I rub her through the fabric as her fingers curl into my back. My lips find
her neck and the skin in the sensitive juncture of neck and shoulder.
“Max,” she says. But it’s not the
normal breathy, needy whispering of my name. The word is a warning. A yield
sign. “Max.”
My hand stills and I pull back to look
into her eyes. I’m blindsided by the apology I see there. “Let’s move in
together.”
“What?” She blinks at me. If she’s
thinking I have the world’s worst timing with important proposals, she’s not
wrong.
“We could rent out our apartments and
use the money to rent a little place together. Someplace without those stairs
that scare the living shit out of me every time I think of you climbing them.
Someplace we can make our own.” I take her hand and squeeze. “You didn’t want
to move in together last spring because you knew your mom would flip if you
lived with a guy before marriage, but we’re not trying to maintain appearances
anymore, are we?” She looks at the floor, and I tilt her chin back up so her
eyes meet mine. “I could give two shits about appearances. I want to wake up
with you in my arms, Hanna. I want to know I’m going to be right there when you
need me, every time you need me. You and Claire are all that matter in my
world. I want everything that matters to be what I come home to every night.”
“I’m sorry.” She steps back. “I just
can’t. I’m too confused right now.”
My lungs burn as I fill them—it hurts
to breathe in a world where Hanna isn’t mine.
“I know it’s not fair. And I want a
future with you, but...”
“But you can’t stop thinking about
him.”
“I can’t move in with you right now,”
she says softly. “That wouldn’t be fair to either of us. It’s not that simple.”
“You keep saying that.”
I swallow back the rest of what I want
to say right along with my anger, frustration, and the betrayal I’ve never
allowed myself to feel. While I was waiting for her to take my ring, she was
with another man, and I was never allowed to be angry because that man died and
she needed to grieve.
I drag a hand through my hair and look
at the ceiling. “Was it that simple when you made love to him?”
“Can we not do this?”
Torment is etched across her face, and
I can’t stand to know I’m the one who put it there. I pull her against my
chest.
“I won’t rush you, but remember
something for me,” I whisper into her hair. “You put on my ring.”
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.
Thanks so much for sharing this sneak peek of ALL FOR THIS. I'm so excited to share the final book of Hanna's story!
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