I'm very excited to tell you that All Falls Down is FINALLY available at all major ebook retailers. It's been a long time coming! To celebrate, the novel is only .99 cents for a limited time.
After escaping an abusive relationship, the last thing Savannah Martin expects is to fall in love. When she meets Jared Corbit, she does exactly that. But Jared is keeping secrets that threaten to tear her world apart...starting with why he's pretending to date her best friend's sister. Learning the truth should make things easier. Instead, the truth puts Savannah in the sights of a murderer.
If you haven't met Savannah and Jared yet, I hope you'll give them a shot. These two are very near and dear to my heart. The All Falls Down duo was written in memory of my best friend's older sister, who was killed at the age of eighteen. Like Cassie, Savannah knows how destructive abuse can be. Unlike Cassie, Savannah's story doesn't end in tragedy, thanks to Jared. As always, 25% of proceeds goes to the National Domestic Violence Hotline in Cassie's memory.
Check out a little teaser below. :)
He leans forward and traces the line of my blush with one fingertip.
I'm sure that causes my face to flame brighter.
"Um, nothing," I mumble quickly, unwilling to share my thoughts with him. My gaze darts around the restaurant. We're the only two seated in the area and it's surprisingly nice for such an out of the way place. The tabletops gleam with polish. "Do they break dishes here?" I blurt, trying to divert his attention.
Jared drops his hand to the tabletop and cocks a brow at me, his lips twitching with amusement. "Do you need to shatter a few plates?"
He reaches for my hand, lacing our fingers together on top of the table before flashing that crooked smile again. "Then, no," he says. "The dishes are safe here. It's a very relaxed, very restrained place. None of the usual exuberance of a Greek restaurant."
"It's cozy," I murmur.
"Again with the surprise?" He chuckles, grinning. God, he's so lighthearted and happy, it's almost as if he's never been anything other than relaxed around me. As if he'd rather be here with me than anywhere else. "You're killing my ego, beautiful girl."
"I didn't mean it like that," I hurry to explain. "I just meant–" What did I mean? I raise my other hand and gesture at him. "You're so…. And this place is–" I huff and shake my head, halting my miserable attempt at an explanation when his eyebrows climb a little higher.
His eyes shine with amusement though, and I know I haven't offended him.
I apologize anyway. "I'm sorry. I'm just…" Confused.
He's such a mystery to me. He's so different than he has been since I stepped off the plane and all but knocked him down. All the frustration is missing. All the tension and anger. It has been almost since the moment he kissed me last night, as if I somehow eased his burden. He's actually laughing, completely at ease for once.
I'm having a little trouble getting used to the change.
"You're so different today," I tell him.
"I'm happy," he murmurs, his expression turning serious. He plays with my fingers, looking at me from beneath those long lashes of his. "I'm here with you and I'm just really fucking happy."
My heart flips in my chest and all I can say is, "Oh."
"Yeah," he says. "Oh." He's still rubbing little designs into the back of my hand with his thumb, but he falls silent. "I really have been an overbearing ass to you, haven't I?"
"No." Okay, that doesn't even sound convincing to me. I try again. "You confused me. I thought you hated me, and I didn't know why."
He blows out a soft breath and leans back against the high-back of the booth, my hand wrapped in his. He's utterly still, staring at me. It's as if he's peering into me—sifting through all those things I try to hide from him.
"You completely disorient me," he finally admits, his voice so soft I have to lean in to hear him. "You have since the moment you ran into me at the airport. I'm not used to feeling so breathless all the time."
"I know the feeling," I say. Good grief, do I ever know!
He smiles and squeezes my fingers. "You undo me, Savannah. Every time I look at you, I feel like a teenager. I can't stop thinking about you, or wanting to touch you. I've never wanted to kiss someone so badly or so often. It's overwhelming to be so thoroughly captivated by someone so much better than me. And you are better than me. So fucking much better. I handled it poorly and hurt you in the process. I'm sorry for that."
I open my mouth and then close it, completely mystified about how to respond to him.
I make him feel that way? Me?
"Are you real?" I ask, suspicion rife in my tone.
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