Hello Fabulous Readers!
I can't wait for this next book in the Fall Away Series to come out! We are only 2 days away from it going live who's excited? I sure am! I have been waiting for this book since I finished Rival. Oh who am I kidding, I have been looking forward to this since I first met Jaxon in Until You.
As you may recall for those of you who have read Bully and Until You, Jaxon is the half brother of Jared and has had a hard go at life, but even this guy is in need of a HEA, don't you think? Well, he will get his chance in this book and we are so excited to share an excerpt from this latest book.
Just look below the description and read this excerpt from Chapter 6, and tell me that Jax won't become your new book boyfriend! (Pre order links are at the bottom of this post).
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Description:
Jaxon is the guy she’s supposed to
avoid. K.C. is the girl he won’t let get away....
K. C. Carter has always
followed the rules—until this year, when a mistake leaves her the talk of her
college campus and her carefully arranged life comes crashing to a halt. Now
she’s stuck in her small hometown for the summer to complete her court-ordered
community service, and to make matters worse, trouble is living right next
door.
Jaxon Trent is the worst kind
of temptation and exactly what K.C. was supposed to stay away from in high
school. But he never forgot her. She was the one girl who wouldn’t give him the
time of day and the only one to ever say no. Fate has brought K.C. back into
his life—except what he thought was a great twist of luck turns out to be too
close for comfort. As they grow closer, he discovers that convincing K.C. to
get out from her mother’s shadow is hard, but revealing the darkest parts of
his soul is nearly impossible.
Falling Away - Chapter 6 Excerpt:
As he made his way back through town, the only sound we
could hear was the water on the streets being kicked up under the tires. He’d
silenced the radio, we weren’t talking . . . and I felt as if he’d
switched off.
Everything had felt alive when he kissed me. His heart
under my palm. His breath in my mouth. His hands roaming over my skin as if
they were trying to memorize every inch of me.
Now he was a bullet. Going from point A to point B without
hesitation.
Until his flat tone finally filled the car. “Come home with
me.” It wasn’t a question, and I couldn’t hear a trace of emotion.
I turned to him, stunned. “Are you serious?” I asked. “I
don’t think I’d be enough for you.”
“Don’t do that,” he shot back. “Don’t ruin what happened
between us. You were fire in my hands, and I want you to remember it, K.C.”
I could feel his eyes on me as I clasped the strap of Tate’s
messenger bag sitting on the floor.
“Clothed, naked, I don’t care . . . ” He trailed off,
sounding almost sad. “As long as your lips are on me again.”
I shifted in the seat, trying to buy myself time. What I
wanted and what I should do were two different things. I’d fought that battle
with Liam, my mother, and hell, the list went on. It was true when I told Jax
that I wanted to be a mess. But I didn’t want to get hurt.
“Thanks for the lesson,” I said. “And the ride. But I’m not
like you, Jax. I don’t just ignore the rules and take what I want.”
“You don’t know me.” His tone turned defensive. “You know nothing
about me.”
“And what do you know about me?” I threw back. “Other than
you wanted me to spread my legs in high school? You want to have fun with me
and nothing more, Jax. Find someone else.”
He jerked the steering wheel to the right, and I grabbed the
door handle to keep from vaulting over to his side of the car as he sped up
into his driveway.
My heart jumped into my throat, and I shot out my hand,
grabbing the dash when he skidded to a quick halt in front of his garage.
“Jax, Jesus!” I scolded.
He shut off the car, yanked the parking brake up, and
turned to look at me, leaning his forearm on the steering wheel. “You think I
don’t know you?” he challenged.
I pursed my lips. “Other than that I’m gutless and
helpless, no.”
He shook his head. “You want to travel. To unusual and
dangerous places. You hid a binder full of National
Geographic pages in your locker in high school because you didn’t want your
mom to see all the pictures you’d torn out to keep track of the places you
wanted to visit.”
My jaw dropped slightly, and I widened my eyes. What?
He continued. “You didn’t eat lunch for an entire month
senior year, because you saw Stu Levi not eating and found out his single mom
was out of work and couldn’t afford to put money on his lunch card. So you put
your own money on it. Anonymously.”
How did . . . ?
“You love dark chocolate,” he kept going, “Ricky Gervais,
and any movie with singing and dancing.” His voice filled the car, and my
heartbeat was in my ears. “Except The
Wizard of Oz, because the witch freaks you out, right? And you’ve collected
almost an entire set of vintage Nancy Drew books. You had the most badges in
your troop in Girl Scouts, and you had to quit swimming when you were fourteen
because your mom said that your shoulders were getting too muscular and you
wouldn’t look feminine. You loved swimming,” he added.
I wrapped my arms around my stomach, the air turning cold. Tate
and Liam didn’t even know all that.
“I didn’t drool all over you in high school, K.C. I
listened to you. I paid attention to you. What the hell do you know about me?”
And he swung the car door open, climbed out, and slammed it
shut, not waiting for an answer.
I sat there, watching him walk into his house and close the
door.
Then the tears spilled over, and as much as I wanted to
prove him wrong, I couldn’t go after him. He didn’t know that I’d watched him,
too. He didn’t know that I’d paid attention as well.
I always saw him.
“Music centers you,” I whispered to an empty car, staring
at his front door. “You listened to your iPod between classes and while you sat
on the bleachers before school every morning.” I smiled, letting more tears run
down my cheeks and thinking back to him and his black hoodies, looking so dark.
“You love popcorn. Almost every kind and flavor but especially with Tabasco
sauce,” I said, remembering the times he would come into the theater where I
worked. “You hold the door open for women—students, teachers, and even old
ladies coming out of Baskin-Robbins. You love movies about natural disasters,
but they have to have some comedy in them. Your favorite one is Armageddon.” I swallowed and thought
about how little I’d ever seen Jax truly smile. “And while you love computers,
it’s not your passion,” I concluded. “You love being outdoors. You love having
space.” My whole face hurt, the last words barely audible. “And you deserve
someone who makes you happy. I’m just not that person.”
Author info:
Penelope Douglas was born in Dubuque, Iowa and has a Masters
of Science in Education from Loyola University in New Orleans. She lives with
her family in Las Vegas.
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