Fall With me
Author: Julie Particka
Tagline: Love is patient. Revenge is sweet.
Book Synopsis: In the game of love…
Dumped by her college boyfriend for her best friend, the last thing Jenna Brandt needs to deal with is working beside her backstabbing-BFF’s hotter-than-hot brother. But when he offers her a chance to get some revenge on her ex, she can hardly say no–even if spending more time with Sutton puts her heart in jeopardy all over again.
Someone’s going to get hurt…
Sutton Bell has had a thing for Jenna since they were in high school, but after one screwed-up night, she didn’t want anything to do with him. Now, with just the summer before he leaves to begin his new career, Sutton’s determined to convince Jenna he’s not the player he used to be. But saving his sister from making an awful mistake may mean losing Jenna for good.
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Julie Particka was told to get serious about her future in Junior High. Several years after getting a bachelor’s degree in chemistry, she realized being serious was over-rated and went back to her first love–writing. Now rather than spending her days in the drudgery of the lab or teaching science to high school students, she disappears into worlds of her own creation where monsters sometimes roam, but true love still conquers all.
She can most often be located in the Detroit area with her favorite minions (the ones who know her as Mom) where she is currently hatching a plot for world domination. It involves cookies for everyone, so she’s pretty sure there’s no way it can fail…except the minions keep eating the cookies.
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At the car, she whipped off her helmet and turned her face to the breeze. Sweat trickled from her brow and her chin was still bloody, but she’d never looked happier. Not wanting to disturb her, I stowed my gear before moving to the zipper of her vest. Her eyes shot toward my fingers. “If you don’t want help, that’s fine. I’m only trying to get you to that ice cream you mentioned.”
When she didn’t respond, I kept pulling on the tab until it was completely unzipped. She still didn’t move when I slid it off her shoulders. My heart thundered. This was a bad idea. Completely not in line with being only friends. But my hands had their own agenda and found the hem of her borrowed shirt.
Then she started to tremble.
Bad idea. Really bad idea.
My inner voice had the phrase on repeat. Yet the instant I started to let go, her fingers were over mine, holding them in place as she guided the shirt over her head. I hadn’t imagined a damn thing. Her insistence that this wasn’t a date had been more question than assertion. No matter how much either of us tried to deny it, there was something palpable between us.
The tank top she wore beneath clung to her body, the heat from her skin making the urge to touch her almost impossible to resist. Then she tipped her chin higher, and the voice in my head shut up.
I brushed a kiss across her mouth, and the contact— after the years of wondering—was electric. The kind of current that would shock a man and he’d hold on to the wire, desperate to feel it again and not caring if it burned him up inside. Her arms tangled around my