After She Fell Author: Amber Laura
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: July 30, 2019
Description:
She’s tried for years to convince herself that she isn’t in love with him. If it hasn’t worked, at least she’s managed to convince him of it, anyway.
A tragic love affair from her past had shattered Christina’s illusions of romance—it’d shattered her entire world, left her utterly broken and blamed. She’s fallen once before. She isn’t about to make the same mistake twice!
Jason Gordman is off-limits. Charming, playful, confident—he’s everything dangerous to her defenses. Worse yet, he’s the boss’s son. Hiding behind antagonism and indifference, Christina manages to keep him at a careful distance. That is, until one fateful night when she finds herself snowbound with him in a blizzard and she slips, allows herself one, forbidden kiss…
Struggling to reconcile her feelings, Christina is entirely unprepared for where that one stolen moment will lead her.
She’d worked hard all these years to never be left alone with him. And yet, even knowing this, her feet made no move toward retreat.
Jason sent her a questioning look. “Want something?”
Christina hesitated, but only for a second. “Yeah. Okay, sure.”
“Scotch?”
“Whatever.”
Turning nimbly toward the wet bar, he paused only long enough to ask over one shoulder: “You going to stand there all night or come inside?”
Christina frowned darkly from the staircase. “Of course, I’m not going to stand here…” she muttered, stomping quietly into the living room. Why was it, he could always make her feel like an overgrown child? Clumsy, off-pitch…. Which was particularly offensive because, to the rest of the world, she practically radiated sophistication and finesse. With anyone else, she wouldn’t have had to be reminded to enter a room, she’d have already been lounging in one of the chairs, her body sinking gracefully against the cushions.
Christina watched him surreptitiously, his hands deft as he reached for a particular bottle, unscrewed its cap, and poured her drink. She’d only just sat down on the couch when he finished. Coming up to her, he held out a scotch, neat.
Warily, she glanced at his outstretched hand. There was absolutely no way she could take it without touching his fingers. Bracing herself for the feeling that always followed—it was only the rush of the forbidden, she firmly reminded herself—Christina let her hand reach forward. Her fingers shook slightly as she curled them around the cocktail glass, but she consoled herself with the knowledge that it was only the finest of tremors.
“Nervous, Christina?” Jason asked quietly, expectantly, his body leaning just slightly toward hers, his left hand coming to brace itself against the armrest. His eyes stared daringly into her face.
Apparently it hadn’t been that fine of a tremor after all. Cupping the glass with both hands then, Christina tried to play it cool. He was far too close. In response, she sank farther into the cushions. It was a telling move, but for once, she didn’t care. “Of what?”
He nodded at the stranglehold she had on the alcohol. He filled her vision, closing in around her as he bent nearer yet, his other hand finding support against the back of the couch cushion. “You tell me.” His words were soft, but still, they fell against her consciousness with a blow. His eyes narrowed on her fingers, the unusual whiteness of her knuckles. “You’re trembling,” he informed her needlessly. His breath singed across her senses, the sound of his voice caressing against her half-open mouth.
A last-ditch defense, she raised her glass jerkily to her lips, anything to barricade herself from his proximity, the liquid sloshing violently against the sides of the tumbler with the motion. Only, at the last second, she changed her mind, lowering the untasted drink down to her lap. She doubted she could’ve swallowed just then anyway. Clearing her throat, her eyes falling to a warm droplet of scotch which had landed on her knee, Christina felt her control slipping, cracking.
“You know what,” she said, the words coming out adamant, hard. Moving blindly, Christina set her glass down on the end table. “I think maybe I’m tired after all.” With a sudden move, she scrambled wildly to her feet, swatting at one of the arms enclosing either side of her. The motion forced Jason upright, forced him to take a step backward. Still though, he had her pinned, the backs of her legs pressed against the couch, his chest only inches away from her own.
With a wild snarl, she made to push fully past his crowding body.
“Chrissy…” Jason’s hand shot out, forestalling her rushed getaway. Standing at full height now, he stared down into her averted features. Their bodies were so close now that they were almost, but not quite, touching. Except, of course, for his hold on her captured wrist.
“Let me go, Jason,” she commanded, tugging futilely against his hold. Her eyes flicked up and then away from his knowing gaze.
“Not before I get an answer,” he returned.
Exasperated, she felt her chin tugging up, her eyes clashing with his. “To what?”
“A theory,” he said, half under his breath. Before Christina had time to process this cryptic statement, his mouth swooped down, covering hers.
Amber Laura’s biography, also known as “Five Fun Facts about the Author”:
1. As a writer, Amber Laura does her best daydreaming as a window-gazing passenger on long car rides.
2. If there’s creamer, she’s drinking coffee. When she edits, there’s always creamer.
3. A blogger, she also writes web fiction—(free stories updated chapter-by-chapter, week-by-week). Check it out at www.litliber.com.
4. Psst! Her debut novel, Topaz and Lace, a contemporary romance set in a fictitious Texas town, got its start on that same blog.
5. While she may physically reside in the beautiful country of Northern Minnesota, in her imagination, Amber Laura lives all over the world. She considers it one of the best perks to being a writer: easy, cheap travel. That and the oddball characters she meets along the way….
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