Expected
release date: Late October 2013
SYNOPSIS
Tatum O’Connell:
Some call me a party girl.
People see me as happy, full of life, with absolutely no cares in the world.
They see what I want them to see. But no one knows me - really knows me. Not
even Noah Reese. Mr. Perfect is always
watching me, most likely judging every single imperfect thing I do. But, if
Noah wants to keep an eye on me, that’s just fine. I definitely don’t mind. I
just hope he doesn’t have any plans to save me from my new-found life of
self-destruction because in order to save me, he will have to see me…
And I’m never going to let
that happen.
Noah Reese:Perfect. That’s me. That’s the only acceptable way to be, according to
my father. Perfect grades. Perfect manners. Perfect athlete. Perfect SAT
scores. Perfect college. And recently, I was accepted into the perfect med
school. My future has already been mapped out for me and there’s nothing that
can change that. Not even Tatum O’Connell. That girl is out of control, yet for
some reason, I can’t seem to keep my distance from her. I watch her closely, hoping
that one day she’ll let me in, but watching her lead her life down the
dangerous path she’s on right now isn’t easy…
I have a feeling I’m about to find myself swept away by the hurricane
that is Tatum O’Connell.
“Two
fleeting souls,
Unknowingly
tethered.
Too
slowly drawn,
Impatient
fate calls.
The
jolting collide intertwines their lives
And splinters their walls.”
“Catalyst” – Noah Reese
SERIES READING ORDER
· Mending Hearts #1 - Running on Empty
· Mending Hearts #1.5 - Recovery
· Mending Hearts #2 - Running in Place
· Mending Hearts #1.5 - Recovery
· Mending Hearts #2 - Running in Place
TEASER
Still laughing and not paying attention, I round the corner, only to run straight into a completely different kind of trouble. A brown-headed, blue-eyed, whirlwind kind of trouble. A trouble that looks unbelievably hot in a tight-ass, short black dress. A trouble wearing the highest black heels I’ve ever seen, heels that make her legs look unbelievable and should be outlawed judging by the bulge forming inside my dark Diesels. Damn. She’s also a trouble that I’ve formed a decent friendship with over the last few weeks, so any mental images I have of her doing certain things to me wearing those heels have got to go.
Still laughing and not paying attention, I round the corner, only to run straight into a completely different kind of trouble. A brown-headed, blue-eyed, whirlwind kind of trouble. A trouble that looks unbelievably hot in a tight-ass, short black dress. A trouble wearing the highest black heels I’ve ever seen, heels that make her legs look unbelievable and should be outlawed judging by the bulge forming inside my dark Diesels. Damn. She’s also a trouble that I’ve formed a decent friendship with over the last few weeks, so any mental images I have of her doing certain things to me wearing those heels have got to go.
“Hey!” she says laughing as
she flips her hair off her shoulders. My
eyes immediately land on her pouty lips, the clear shine reflecting off of them
as she smiles. “What are you doing here?”
I clear my throat and tear
my gaze from her mouth. “Getting my
check, you?”
She looks me up and down as
she nods her head. “Me too,” she says clearing her own throat. “Where are you going, looking all spiffy?”
I chuckle because only she
would say spiffy. “I’m taking Piper to that new club, Parallel.
Where are you going looking all
spiffy?”
She claps her hands
together excitedly before taking my hand.
“We’re going there too! Yay!”
I’m still surprised every
time she touches me. It’s such a drastic
change from the first day at the duplexes.
As I think about the last month or so - all the times that we laughed
together at something ridiculous that she said, or the fact that she insists on
bumping hips with me every single time a song comes on the radio that she likes
while singing at the top of her lungs, even the times she lightly brushes her
hand across my arm while she’s speaking – there’s a level of comfort and ease
about our friendship. Reason five hundred why I need to curb my inappropriate
thoughts about this one.
I smile to myself as she
tugs me harder. “Where are you taking
me?”
“To the employee bathroom!”
Well, that did absolutely
nothing to fend off dirty thoughts.
“Why?”
She giggles. Obviously,
she’s already started drinking. Great.
Well, at least we’ll be at the same place so I can make sure Dickhead
the Douchebag takes care of her.
“Because, I’m gonna fix
your hair. It looks too…perfect. It needs to be messy – sexy, like you.” She
stops dead in her tracks. “Um…I mean, as sexy as you look now.” She exhales,
frustrated. “Sexily dressed, that’s
what I mean.” She bites her bottom lip nervously as she mentally tries to hook
her words and reel them back in. I just
laugh because she looks so damn cute.
“So, you think I’m sexy?”
Saying nothing else, she
rolls her eyes and pulls me in the direction of the bathroom. Once we arrive, she flips on the light and
points at the toilet for me to take a seat. Turning on the faucet, she sets her
purse on the counter and pulls out a travel size hairspray. After digging around for a little while
longer, she turns towards me.
“Well, I guess this will
have to do.” She tilts her head to the left and then scrunches her mouth to the
same side, deep in thought. Nodding to herself, she leans over and wets her
fingers in the sink before stepping in between my legs.
She breathes in deeply
before placing her fingers in my hair.
Slowly, she distributes the water throughout, often leaning back to the
faucet to get more. Her cool hands work
from the sides of my head toward the top, where her fingers interlace to form a
spiky section down the center. Then she bends at the waist, placing her face so
close to mine, her breaths hit my mouth.
I know I can’t have her, but damn if I don’t want to take some piece of
her with me. So greedily, I take in her air with every breath she releases. Her
eyes still focused on my hair, I watch her mouth. Still breathing with her, I
lick my lips, the movement distracting her so that she brings her blue eyes to
mine. In silence, we stare, only the shared breaths between us are heard.
Taking her hand out of my
hair, she places it on the side of my face and gently strokes my cheek with her
thumb as we hold each other’s eyes.
Before long, I watch a soft saddened half-smile appear on her lips. “Much better,” she says with one last
soothing run of her thumb before she backs away. Reaching for the hair spray, she tweaks the
top of my hair, pulling random pieces in different directions before spraying
them. I fight the urge to put my hands
around her waist and pull her into me.
To hold her. To have her.
Instead, I sit with my
hands on my knees, wanting what I can’t have.
After a couple of more
sprays, she steps back. “All done.
You’re good to go. To the bar. With Piper,” she says, the pitch of her voice
getting higher with each incomplete sentence spoken. There’s no mistaking the heartache radiating
between the both of us. It’s so thick I
could slice it with a knife.
AUTHOR BIO
L.B. Simmons is a graduate of Texas A&M University and
holds a degree in Biomedical Science. She has been a practicing Chemist for the last 11 years. She lives with her husband and three daughters in Texas and writes every chance she gets.
holds a degree in Biomedical Science. She has been a practicing Chemist for the last 11 years. She lives with her husband and three daughters in Texas and writes every chance she gets.
To celebrate the cover of her newest novel, Running in Place, L.B. is offering her
readers an awesome Giveaway!
· Winner 1: $100
Amazon gift card
Winner 2: A set of
signed paperbacks of Running on Empty
and Recovery.
· Winner 3: ARC of Running in Place, to be sent to the winner in mid October.
· Winner 3: ARC of Running in Place, to be sent to the winner in mid October.
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