Blog Tour, Except & Giveaway: Falling For Fate by Caisey Quinn
Falling for Fate
Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 23rd, 2014
Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22088848-falling-for-fate
BOOK
SUMMARY:
Fate Buchanan just wants to escape the constraints of her old life.
After checking her mother into rehab and catching her fiancé with her maid of
honor the night before their wedding, she ran. Angry and hurt, she’s aching to
do something reckless.
Dean Maxwell is having one last summer of freedom before taking over his
family’s multi-billion dollar medical conglomerate. When he sees a beautiful
woman running down the beach alone after dark, he knows it’s not safe. So he
does something impulsive.
When their paths cross unexpectedly after a night of unbridled passion,
neither of them can forget the memory of the affair they shared. What began as
one night is about to become a whole lot more.
*While part of the Second Chance series, this novel is a standalone.
FALLING
FOR FATE - EXCERPT
1. God, she was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. How
many times in her life was she going to be dumb enough to think that a man
wanted her and only her? Only to walk in on the evidence to the contrary.
After
grabbing her purse from her desk, she bolted to the elevators at the end of the
hall. She’d come up with a preliminary proposal herself and basically thrown it
in his office. Tears pricked her eyes. He had known that they were supposed to
meet to go over this, and he’d been getting a blowjob at the exact moment she
was supposed to be in his office. For a meeting that was his idea. He didn’t
know about Trevor, but even so, it was shitty.
While
smacking the elevator button several times in a futile attempt to make the damn
thing hurry the hell up, she heard something. Dean’s voice. Her name. Great. Maybe he was coming to ask if
she wanted to join in. Sick son of a bitch that he was.
At
that moment, she hated him with the fiery fury of a dozen hells. It made zero
sense, but she blamed Dean Maxwell for Trevor’s actions. For her mom’s
accident. For the searing ache slicing into her chest at that very moment.
Okay, only the third one was his fault, but she hoped he caught herpes from his
“assistant.” Bastard.
“Fate.
Dammit. Wait a second.” He appeared at the end of the hall just as the elevator
doors opened.
She
wanted to confront him. To tell him that she’d actually entertained the
ridiculous idea of sleeping with him again. And he’d blown it. Or his assistant
had. Literally. But she didn’t have the strength for that discussion, so she
stepped into the elevator and hit the door close button as hard as she could.
Once
the steel doors met, sealing her into the safe, little compartment, she
breathed a staggered sigh of relief. Wiping the few pathetic tears that
escaped, she ignored the plummeting feeling in her stomach. It was the elevator
causing it. Not having seen Dean with another woman.
She’d
known it was possible—no, probable—that he’d slept with women from
the office. She just didn’t necessarily want to see it. Or him. Ever. When had
her simple life gotten so messy and complicated? Oh yeah, the day her fiancé
screwed her best friend at her rehearsal dinner, prompting her to throw herself
at the next guy she saw.
Gathering
herself, she took one last healing breath as the elevator dinged and the doors
began to open into the parking garage. She’d go back to her apartment and have
a glass of wine. Or maybe a bottle. Or two. Whatever it took to forget that
warm summer night when she’d let Dean Maxwell inside her in more ways than she
wanted to admit.
Just
as she stepped forward to exit the elevator, he appeared. As if she’d conjured
him with the power of her mind. He was breathing hard, his chest rising
noticeably with each intake of breath as he backed her into the elevator. As
soon as he was all the way in and the doors closed, he reached over and pressed
the emergency stop button.
“Jesus,
Dean. You scared me—”
“And
you scared me. You left me. You fucking disappeared like I was nothing. Like
what we did meant nothing. Like we were done.” His voice was bordering on
angry, as if it were taking all of his remaining energy to keep calm. “I wasn’t
done. Not by a long shot.”
“Dean,”
she said softly, wanting to look away from the intensity of his stare but
unable to force her eyes to cooperate.
“Fate.”
He was so close that she could hardly think straight, bracing his hands on
either side of her head and leaning in until he was literally filling every
inch of her line of sight. His scent and his frustration tempered the small
space between them. “I looked for you. Everywhere. And since I was pretty sure
you weren’t between any other woman’s legs, I didn’t look there. Do you
understand what I’m saying?”
He
hadn’t been with anyone since her. She hated how good it felt to hear him say
it.
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