Blog Tour, Except & Giveaway: Falling For Fate by Caisey Quinn


 

Falling for Fate

Contemporary Romance

Release Date: September 23rd, 2014 

 
 
 

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.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Author Information

 

Caisey Quinn lives in Birmingham, Alabama with her husband, daughter, and other assorted animals. She is the bestselling author of the Kylie Ryans series as well as several New Adult Romance novels featuring country girls finding love in unexpected places. You can find her online at www.caiseyquinnwrites.com . 
 
 


 
 
 

Comments

Caisey Quinn said…
Thank you so much for participating in the tour!!