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When Me Met
by
A.L. Jackson, Molly McAdams,
Christina Lee and Tiffany King
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Synopses ~
Today’s premiere
New Adult authors combine their talents to tell four original stories from
inside one house.
When four girls decide to live off campus
together as juniors at a college in Michigan, they expect it to be their best
year yet. Little do they know, it’s a year that will change the rest of their
lives.
Behind Her Eyes by A.L. Jackson
Unable to live down her ex-boyfriend’s
deception, Misha is determined to avoid betrayal. When, the new guy next door,
Darryn starts to get under her skin, her defenses start to crumble. But
trusting Darryn seems impossible, especially if he’s not sure he can trust
himself.
Saving Me by Molly McAdams
On the outside, Indy is always ready for a
party—but inside she’s breaking. Kier makes a weekly routine of saving the girl
next door from herself on Saturday nights… but when will she be ready to
remember him on Sunday morning?
Fouling Out by Tiffany King
Working at a sports bar, Courtney has become a
pro at sidestepping propositions from arrogant jocks—which makes her a more
elusive catch for campus basketball star Dalton than he expected. But when he
falls for the saucy waitress, Dalton will have to rethink his game plan to
prove he’s not the jerk Courtney expects.
Beneath Your
Layers
by Christina Lee
In order to ace her fashion internship, Chloe
must team up with local college dropout and set builder, Blake—much to her
chagrin. But after some "hands-on" experience, Chloe will have to ask
herself if Blake factors into her carefully laid plans…
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~ Excerpts~
Behind Her Eyes by A.L. Jackson
Now I could feel him, his eyes
all over me, caressing me slowly, up and down.
I let all my insecurities drift
away as I swayed in time to the music, in sync with the throb of the
crowd and the intermittent
lights that glowed against my lids.
A charged moment passed, before
strong hands found my hips and gripped them from behind. For
a beat, I stiffened, before I
again gave in to this sublime release. And again, he felt good. Right. All this
intense energy that ricocheted
between us wrapped me up in a frenzy of nerves, alight and alive. The
smell of him took me whole, all
soap and man and sex.
Oh God.
My heart beat frantically,
racing to keep up with my thoughts that were spiraling out of control.
A shimmer of fear slithered
through me, before he pulled my back into the safety of his firm chest.
And that was what I felt.
Safe.
With him, and I didn’t know
why, and I was searching inside myself for resolve, for the commitment
I’d made to never allow myself
to be so easily played again.
But it was just out of my
reach.
Darryn held me close, our
bodies moving in time, like we shared the same breath, the same space.
I leaned back, my head on his
shoulder as his face found the curve of my neck. Chills sped, spinning my
body into a violent cataclysm
of need. He let his hands roam, palms pressing hard as he ran them down
the front of my legs, spanning
them wide as he trailed them back up to my hips and over my stomach.
Fingertips dipped into my ribs
as he slid them up the curve of my sides, and he lifted my arms as he went,
in the same fluid motion
fastening my hands around the back of his neck.
All those butterflies
scattered, a clash of discordant wings that fluttered haphazardly through my
insides, leaving my stomach in
a coiled mess of confusion and need.
Why him? Why now?
Holding me close, he brushed
his mouth over the shell of my ear, his whispered words injected
directly to my manic heart.
“Goddamn, Misha. What are you trying to do to me?”
I suddenly found it impossible
to breathe, because it was him who was slowly undoing all the fibers
of reservation woven through my
weakened spirit.
“Can’t get you off my mind.” He
leaned in closer, his hand sweeping up my stomach. Fingers
brushed between my breasts, and
I released a sharp gasp.
“Been dying to touch you,” he
murmured low.
Saving Me – Molly McAdams
“I’m about to embarrass the hell out of myself,
but I don’t care anymore. I feel like when I’m near you, I’m safe, and it makes no sense
to me. It is the weirdest feeling to have with someone I only know three things
about.”
My eyebrows rose at that and I turned to fully
face her. “Three?”
“Yes. Three things. Your name
is Kier, you’re extremely quiet, and you are the biggest puzzle I’ve ever tried
to figure out.”
“I’m the puzzle?”
“Yes!” she said in exasperation.
That had to have been the most backward
statement I’d ever heard. “And why am I a puzzle?”
“Because of what I just told you. I don’t know
you, you don’t even talk to anyone, and I feel safe when you’re near me! Why is
that? I feel like I’m going crazy because all I’ve been able to think about for
these past two weeks is you, and how every time you open your mouth it’s like
déjà vu, and I just—I don’t know what’s happening.” Her green eyes were massive
and she looked like she was on the edge of losing her shit.
I took a few steps toward her and lowered my
voice. “Calm down, Indy. You’re fine.”
“I just don’t understand,” she said loudly, the
pitch of her voice rising. “Do you believe in past lives?” she asked suddenly.
I paused, a laugh slipping past my lips. “I’m
sorry, what?”
“Past lives? Like that whole stupid YOLO saying
is really just bullshit, because we’re about to get another shot down the
road?”
I tried to contain my smile, but she was really
fucking adorable when she was like this. “What does that have to do with what
you’re freaking out over?”
“In stories with soul mates they find each other
no matter what in every life. And it’s like they have a weird connection they
can’t explain.”
I closed the distance between us and dropped my
head so I was looking directly into her eyes. “Are you saying we’re soul
mates?”
“No!” she said, horror lacing her voice, her
cheeks filling with heat.
“I think you were,” I teased.
“I wasn’t, I was just saying that in stories . .
. I don’t know what I’m saying, okay? But I don’t get what’s going on with us!”
“So now there’s an us?”
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “I need to stop talking.”
I laughed and took a step back. “I’m teasing you, Indy. And no, I
don’t believe in past lives. I think we have this one, and that’s it.”
She sighed, and her body visibly relaxed. When
she spoke again, she sounded exhausted—and in a way, defeated. “I don’t,
either, but I can’t figure out how to explain this feeling like I know you.”
I ground my jaw for a few seconds as her green
eyes held mine. “Because maybe you do know me. You’re just not ready to
remember why.”
Beneath Your Layers
Christina Lee/When We Met Anthology
I motioned for the bar. “Want me to get you a
soda or a water?”
Chloe stared at me for another long moment
before she said, “No, thanks.”
We listened to the next song quietly standing
beside each other, lost in our own thoughts. Until she turned to me and said,
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” I said, almost breathless. Given her
mood, maybe she’d give me something good this time.
“Your turn, Blake,” she said. “Do something
spontaneous.”
My fingers trembled from wanting to touch her so
badly and all I could think about was doing just that.
“You sure that’s what you want?” I said, turning
and backing her against the wall.
“Yes,” she breathed out.
“Something spontaneous or something I’ve been
thinking about doing for days?” I said, my lips coming closer to hers. “Maybe
weeks?”
Her breath caught. “It . . . it’s your call.”
My head swung forward, our foreheads practically
touching. Fluttery breaths were escaping her lips. I place my arms on either
side of her head and she bit down on her lip.
My heart thrashed in my chest and all I could
think about was how desperate I was to kiss her, but how nervous I was to blow
this opportunity.
So I attempted to read her signals and they were
definitely mixed. Her eyes flitted between panic and lust.
When I pinned my hip against hers, I could’ve
sworn I heard a low moan in the back of her throat.
“Please,” she rasped out. “Please . . . don’t .
. . Blake.”
My stomach was in my throat. Fuck, either I’d
scared her or I’d been reading her wrong.
I leaned back to give her space, but her fingers
suddenly skimmed across my waist, clenching my shirt and drawing me nearer.
“Don’t what?” I asked in confusion. She was so fucking
messing with my head.
“Don’t . . .” She was panting now. “Don’t stop.”
Fouling Out
By Tiffany King
From the upcoming New Adult anthology
The warmth inside the building was soothing
after walking from the car outside. I felt mildly disappointed when Dalton
dropped his arm from my shoulders, until he reached for my hand. As we strolled
along, I became hyperaware of how something as innocent as handholding could
become somewhat erotic while sipping wine together. Dalton slid his thumb across
the top of my hand in slow methodical strokes before gently caressing my pulse
point. The hairs on the back of my neck felt as if they were standing on end.
Each sweep of his thumb was a sensual dance with my sensitive skin, making it
tingle.
It was becoming apparent to me that it might
have been a bad call on my part to skip lunch. Between the scent of Dalton’s
cologne and the alcohol I was consuming, I was already feeling slightly
intoxicated. I nibbled on a few cubes of cheese to attempt to alleviate the
buzzing in my head. Dalton’s breath teased my neck, making me shiver in a good
way. I should have put some distance between us so I could regain my bearings,
but instead I snuggled closer to him, wishing we were somewhere else with a lot
fewer people around.
All the air escaped my lungs as Dalton slowly
captured a bead of wine from my bottom lip with his finger. I watched with
bated breath as he moved the finger to his own mouth, sucking the drop of wine.
It was all I could do not to moan as my insides turned to putty.
“You need to stop looking at me like that,”
Dalton murmured in my ear.
“Like what?” I licked the rest of the wine off
my lip with the tip of my tongue.
This time it was Dalton who groaned softly.
Placing his hands on my hips, he slowly backed me into a dim corner, away from
prying eyes. “Like you’re thinking how great it would feel if I hoisted you up
on that wine barrel table over there with your legs wrapped around my waist.”
“Are you sure that’s not you thinking that?” My
hips responded almost instinctively as he pulled me snugly against his body. I
could feel him, rock hard, pressed to my stomach. The wanting desire I had been
keeping at bay from the moment he showed up at my house looking practically
delectable with low-riding jeans and a black V-neck sweater that accentuated
his well-toned chest was threatening to explode.
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~Review of Behind Her Eyes ~
What a great read for a novella, no surprise that A.L. Jackson had me swooning over Darryn in a matter of moments hoping that he could heal Misha's heart.
I could understand Misha's hesitance to get involved with Darryn or anyone for that matter after what she has recently been through but sometimes you have to let your heart rule your head.
A lie of omission is a lie none the less. When secrets are revealed will Darryn and Misha be standing together or will it tear them apart?
Go grab your copy of When We Met to see for yourself and experience the other great novellas in contains, as each one focuses on a different friend in the house they share. You won't be sorry.
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