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Waiting on Wednesday and Giveaway: Fall to You (Here and Now #2) by Lexi Ryan

Posted on 21 May, 2014 by in Book Spotlight, Giveaways, Lexi Ryan, Waiting on Wednesday / 1 comment


Christine CAN’T WAIT to read this new book from Lexi Ryan titled FALL TO YOU. Add it to your TBR list below.  Available on all retailers on June 2nd.

Enjoy an excerpt from the book and if you have not read book 1 – LOST IN ME enjoy a teaser picture below!

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SynopsisFall to You is the second book in the Here and Now series. It is not a stand-alone and is intended to be read following Lost in Me. Hanna’s story concludes in book three, All for This.

Torn between two men…

When I woke up after the accident, I couldn’t remember anything from the last year—including my relationship with Max Hallowell or anything about Nate Crane. Now my memories are returning, but instead of answering my questions, they’re leaving me with more.

The man who broke my heart and wants to be my future…

Max is all I ever wanted, and now he wants to marry me. He’ll do everything he can to fill my life with love, family, and security. I need those things now more than ever. But can I trust him?

The man who stole my heart and wants to let me go…

Nate never made me promises, and I never asked him to. I’d been on the rebound, looking for a distraction, and he made me feel beautiful and wanted when I needed to feel those things most. He says he has to let me go, but what if I can’t let go of him?

With every revelation and every passing day, I feel more like Alice down the rabbit hole. I’m falling. Who will catch me?

ExcerptThree Months Before Hanna’s Accident

There are very few nights of my life that I’m confident I will remember forever. But tonight makes the list. It’s a dream. A fantasy.
Every date and kiss and moment with Max always felt like it was leading to something more. Something bigger. I have no illusions here. This night has nothing to do with what comes after, and maybe that’s why I’m so uninhibited. A single night. A fantasy. An escape from my heartbreak.
Sweaty, teeming bodies fill the dance floor that literally pulses with the bass from the music.
I move awkwardly at first. There’s only room to dance against each other.
Taking a breath for courage, I step closer. My arms loop behind his neck and my hips rock to the beat.
From under his ball cap, he keeps his gaze locked on mine and slides his hands around my waist, resting them at the small of my back.
Our eyes stay locked as we adjust our movements to the music and the fit of our bodies. He smells so good. I want to bury my face in his neck and breathe him in until I’m intoxicated.
Time trips, stutters, stalls out, and then melts away entirely. At some point, one of his hands moves from my back to my hip, and our already-connected dancing becomes something more intimate.
I’ve been self-conscious all my life, but dance has always been the exception. There’s something magical about music that masks everything else, and ever since I was a little girl all too aware of being the chubbiest in my ballet class, nothing but music and movement mattered once I started dancing.
Couples on either side of us are making out. The man to our right has his date’s leg up around his waist as she grinds against him and he sucks on her neck.
Nate’s hands drift to my ass and back up, down and back up.
His touch leaves me breathless and aroused, a hot ache settling firmly between my legs and inspiring me to match the pose of the couple next to us. I can feel the length of his erection against my belly, but I want to feel it nestled between my legs.
The realization makes me draw back a bit, put an inch between our bodies.
I never intended to make it to twenty-three as a virgin, but I have. Max and I could have gone there, but I was so terrified I’d disappoint him that I told him I wasn’t ready. That I wouldn’t be ready until after marriage. It was a lie. My body was completely ready. And my heart belonged to Max since the beginning. Maybe it still does.
“Where’s that mind of yours gone, angel?” Nate’s voice is in my ear again. Then his breath is sweeping over my neck, hot and needy, as if he’s asking permission to taste me there.
Suddenly, my virginity is nothing more than a heavy coat in the heat. I want to shed it, to be done with it and put it behind me—a problem I won’t have to deal with anymore.
I tilt my head up and rise onto my toes until my lips are a breath from his. He drops his gaze to my mouth for a moment, but instead of kissing me, he spins me around then grasps my hips with his hands, drawing my back against his front. The movement is so smooth and easy that it almost feels choreographed.
One of his hands slides around to lie flat against my belly. The other takes a tour of my body, dipping down over the tops of my thighs, sliding up over my hips and belly, his fingertips brushing the underside of my breasts. I can’t breathe. Breathing feels inconsequential when every cell in my body is homed in on the sensations his touch sends through me.
Then his hand is on my neck and my chin, my jaw, turning my head so I’m looking at him again. His lips are so close. Rising onto my toes, I part my lips. An invitation.
But instead of bringing his mouth to mine, he drops his hands and steps away from me. “Can I get you a drink?”
“A drink?” I don’t want a drink. I want him. His mouth against mine. His body. That sexy voice, low and gravelly, promising pleasure in my ear.
I shake my head and push past him, through the crowd, and out the side exit into the night.
My ears seem to sigh at the silence, and my heated skin practically steams in the cool air.
Several smokers mingle a few feet from me. I catch the scent of clove cigarettes and something else. Weed, probably. Long shadows wait for me around the corner, and I slip into them, leaning my head against the building and closing my eyes.
He flirted with me all night, didn’t he? Made his attraction clear? Danced with me so close my body is buzzing, my skin hungry for more of his touch. He made me believe a guy like him could find me sexy.
But maybe it was all just pretend—a guy pretending to be attracted to me to cheer me up.
The thought makes my chest ache, throb like a thumb hit by a hammer. Why couldn’t I have been made more like my sisters? Maggie doesn’t have to worry about her weight and she eats whatever she wants. Krystal works hard to keep her body, but even if I eat the same things she does and follow her to the gym, I barely lose a pound. And Lizzy has been thin her whole life—my twin completely unaffected by my demons.
My eyes fly open to find Nate standing in front of me, hands in his pockets. His eyes are unreadable, cloaked under the shadow of the ball cap. I’m so drawn to him that, despite the sting of fresh rejection, I want to step into his arms, rub up against him like a cat.
But I’m not the kind of girl who can rub up against guys and get them to respond. I just proved that, didn’t I? How did I forget?
“Hanna, talk to me.”
My heart pounds in my chest, and I want to scream. “I’m sorry. I thought…” I shake my head. “I misunderstood what was between us. Don’t worry. It won’t happen again.”
“Shit.” He steps forward, his body a breath from mine. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on you since I saw you walk into the bar at the hotel.” Taking my hands, he hooks my arms behind his neck. The gesture works with his words to fill me with one last ounce of courage.
My stomach riots with nerves, but I lift onto my toes to get my mouth to his ear. “Then why won’t you kiss me?” I hardly recognize myself in the boldness. It’s him. He does this to me. His eyes and touch, his words, making me so sure of his attraction to me when it’s ridiculous for me to be sure of any such thing.
Before he responds, his hands settle at my hips and tighten. He sweeps up my sides and back down. When he speaks, his words come out with something resembling a growl. “I’ve wanted to kiss you all night long. I’ve hardly thought about anything else since we started dancing. But I’m not just thinking about kissing you, Hanna. If I thought we would stop with kissing, I would have done it hours ago.”
I’m so distracted by the heat of his hands through my dress. I don’t understand. “Then why not?”
“Because I want to do more than kiss you. I want to touch you. Explore you.” He dips his head, and his hot breath glides against my neck, his lips so close but not touching. “But I promised Asher I wouldn’t.”
“Asher? He thinks Max and I are still together. He—”
“He would have given me the same warning if he’d known the truth. You’re heartbroken and on the rebound.”
“I—” Can’t deny that.
“I shouldn’t do any of things I want to do to you.” His voice drops lower, and he skims his thumb over my bottom lip. “I shouldn’t taste these lips.” He follows the words by brushing his mouth over mine.
A shiver of pleasure rushes through me as he repeats the motion. My lips part under his, and he draws my bottom lip between his teeth and sucks gently. Then his mouth is slanting over mine and our tongues meet in a hungry, desperate kiss. For a moment, my brain holds Nate’s kiss up against Max’s, the hungry to the gentle, the rough to the soft. But then that slips away and I’m not thinking at all, just kissing him back and clawing at his shirt, wanting him closer and closer. I wasn’t wrong. This man wants me. And I want him so badly that the want is a live, pulsing thing, consuming me until I am nothing but desire.
When he breaks the kiss, his eyes skim over my face as if memorizing it. “I shouldn’t put my hand under that skirt.” And as he says the words, his hand connects with the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.
I shift, instinctively parting my thighs for his touch. A moan slips from my lips, and I lean my forehead against his chest and close my eyes. “Why not?”
“Because you’re sweet, Hanna.” His hand moves slowly, torturously on my thigh. “Too sweet for me to touch right here.” He finds my panties with his fingertips and, with whisper-soft pressure, sweeps over my center. His breath is hot and heavy against my ear. “Too sweet for me to finger fuck just because I want to feel how wet you are. Too sweet for me to make you cry in pleasure where anyone could hear. To make you come just because I want to feel you fall apart in my arms.”
There’s a tug on my panties. Then the lace is magically gone and his hand is against me, the heat of his palm then his fingers finding my clit. We both gasp at the touch. I am so swollen, slick, and I want nothing more than for him to do the very things he just described.
It’s crazy. I shouldn’t. Not here. Maybe not at all. But my body has all but shut off the function of my brain, and the only thing that seems to matter is getting his fingers inside me.
He toys with my clit, rubbing it between two fingers, and I curl my fingers into his arms. His triceps flex under my touch, and for a blip, my brain slingshots back to Max, his thick arms, his muscled body. Max touching me, Max kissing me.
Max breaking my heart.
“Please,” I say, rocking my hips toward him. “I need this.” I need to turn off my mind. To forget.
Nate draws back and studies me. I see the tension in his jaw and shoulders. He’s holding back.
“Please, Nate.”

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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.

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Series Reading Order
Book 1 – Lost In Me

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