SYNOPSIS:
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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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.”
Fouling Out By Tiffany King
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.
Beneath Your Layers
by Christina Lee
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.”
About
the Authors
A.L. Jackson
A.L. Jackson is the New York Times
bestselling author of Take This Regret
and Lost to You, as well as other
contemporary romance titles, including Come
to Me Quietly, Come to Me Softly, Pulled,
When We Collide, and If Forever
Comes.
She first found a love for writing
during her days as a young mother and college student. She filled the journals she carried with
short stories and poems used as an emotional outlet for the difficulties and
joys she found in day-to-day life.
Years later, she shared a short
story she’d been working on with her two closest friends and, with their
encouragement, this story became her first full length novel. A.L. now spends
her days writing in Southern Arizona where she lives with her husband and three
children. Her favorite pastime is spending time with the ones she loves.
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Molly McAdams:
Molly grew up in
California but now lives in the oh-so-amazing state of Texas with her husband
and furry four-legged daughters. When she's not diving into the world of her
characters, some of her hobbies include hiking, snowboarding, traveling, and
long walks on the beach … which roughly translates to being a homebody with her
hubby and dishing out movie quotes. She has a weakness for crude-humored movies
and fried pickles, and loves curling up in a fluffy comforter during a
thunderstorm ... or under one in a bathtub if there are tornados. That way she
can pretend they aren't really happening.
Come be my friend!
TIFFANY KING:
USA Today Bestselling author Tiffany King is a lifelong reading fanatic who is now living her dream as a writer, weaving Young Adult and New Adult romance tales for others to enjoy. She has a loving husband and two wonderful kids. (Five, if you count her three spoiled cats). Her addictions include: Her iPhone and iPad, chocolate, Diet Coke, chocolate, Harry Potter, chocolate, zombies and her favorite TV shows. Want to know what they are? Just ask.
Where to connect with Author Tiffany
Email- authortiffany@yahoo.com
CHRISTINA LEE:
Mother,
wife, reader, dreamer. Christina lives in the Midwest with her husband and son--her
two favorite guys.
She's addicted to lip gloss and salted caramel
everything. She believes in true love and kissing, so writing romance novels
has become a dream job.
Author of the Between Breaths series from
Penguin. ALL OF YOU, BEFORE YOU BREAK and WHISPER TO ME available now, PROMISE
ME THIS on October 7th, 2014.
Also Adult contemporary romance TWO OF HEARTS
coming from Peguin/NAL on May 5th 2015.
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