Release date: April 17th
An unedited teaser for FALLEN CREST HOME!
I put my phone away as James was crossing the lounge with another man with him. This fucking guy… He looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t quite place him. He was dressed like my dad, custom-tailored suit and a brightly colored tie.
I shook my head. Why the ties? From all the business men I’d met that day, they all had one solid looking tie, but it was the colors. Pink. Hot pink. Soft pink. Purple. Green. Blue. Maybe it shouldn’t bother me, but why? It was like all of them thought they were making a fashion statement, but no that wasn’t it. These guys were rich, like his dad, but no. As James was crossing the front lobby with this guy next to him, it was their arrogance. It was like they were broadcasting their special place in life, at the top with a secretary sucking their dicks and a miserable alcoholic wife at home, where she’d never leave.
That was how it used to be for my dad. Not anymore, but I saw it now.
I hated the arrogant elitist attitude. I’d just forgotten how much since being away at Cain Uni for three years.
“Mason,” his dad said again. He clapped the guy on the back. “This is Stephen Quinn. I don’t know if you remember, but you know his son.”
And it all clicked then. Fucking Adam Quinn. The same dick who tried to take Sam from me when we first began dating.
I scowled. “I know his name. You don’t have to say it.”
That was my dad’s way of reprimanding me. Be good, Mason, or you’ll be kicked off this internship. I tried to mask the scowl, I did. Maybe it was knowing Sam was where I should be, or that something was wrong with her and I couldn’t find out right now, or maybe it was just the reminder that I truly hated this guy’s sniveling son, but whatever it was–I knew the scowl wasn’t leaving.
My dad would have to deal with it.
It’s been years since my mother was in my life.
I learned to accept love.
That’s all done. She was away, and now she’s back.
I avoided her for a year and a half, but I couldn’t hide anymore.
Mason had an internship in Fallen Crest, so we headed back for the summer.
And when we got there—no one was prepared for what happened.
I had no time to stop and think.
I had to fight.
I had to hurt.
I had to protect.
Feeling someone behind me, I let loose with the bat, a scream erupting from my throat. Someone caught the bat and wrapped an arm around my waist. I tried kicking out. He dodged my feet and said hurriedly in my ear, “Damn, Strattan. It’s me, Channing. Stop!”
He was friendly.
I sagged in his arms, looking for Mason. Where was he? He was circling a guy, still fighting.
I started forward, but Channing caught my arm. “Whoa. Chill.”
I growled as I yanked my hand free and started forward again, but Channing grabbed my arm once more.
He got in front of me, holding his other hand up. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Look. He’s fine. We’re here. He’s got that. Look. Look, Sam.”
My senses began to calm. The black around my eyesight faded. I could see more normally, and the buzzing in my ears subsided. I gulped for breath, tasting salt and dust in my mouth.
Channing was right. Mason’s eyes were deadly, but alert, his mouth set in a flat line. His shoulders were tense, but he looked in control.
My shower door opened and Mason’s hand touched my hip, sliding across my back as he stepped in behind me. I felt the cool draft for a mere second before his heat warmed me and he closed the door.
His arms came around me, and I leaned back against him. I moved my head so the water wouldn’t blind me, and there he was.
Strong jaw. Beautiful green eyes. Black hair cut short, and a physique toned to perfection from all his training. Gorgeous.
His eyes darkened as his hands slid around my waist and up over my ribcage. I gasped, but didn’t look away. I couldn’t. Moments like these, Mason felt like my life force.
If I broke contact, there went my strength. It wasn’t a regular feeling now, not like it had been before when Analise tried to break us. But in this moment, I felt it. I inhaled it, arching my back to give him a better hold on me and my-self an opportunity to savor this connection.
So many had tried to come between us. So many had failed.
It would be Mason and me forever.
I turned around, pressing against him. Every inch of me fit into him, like a glove. All his hard ridges and muscles were home to me.
I wound my arms around his neck. “Morning.”
His eyes darkened even more. “Morning.” One hand fell to my hip. “You ran this morning again.”
A delicious shiver zipped through me. “I’ll still go with you later, if you want.”
His other hand crept up to the back of my neck. He held me there, anchoring my head as he stud-ied me. I saw a slight trace of concern.
“You’re running too much.”
So he had known. I tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let me.
“Don’t.” He added a soft plea, “Please.”
I stayed in his arms with the water beating down on us.
I tensed, though I should never tense when I hear Mason’s voice. He was behind me and I felt like I’d been caught. Here I was, wallowing in my own pity party and I wasn’t doing what I should’ve been doing. Confiding in him.
With tears on my face, I looked at him. “I’m not going to run anymore.”
His hand was braced on the doorframe and he straightened. He came forward, his face falling into shadows. “What do you mean?”
His voice was so soft, so loving. I closed my eyes, letting his love wash over me. Sometimes it warmed me in the coldest moments. This was one of those times. I said again, my voice cracking, “I know I run. I know I’ve been running. Not anymore.”
She couldn’t do that to me. She didn’t have the power. I wouldn’t give it to her.
I raised my chin up, finding his eyes in the darkness as he stood so close to me. I could move my arm over and it’d brush against his. He always did this. He wasn’t invading my space. He was allowing me the option. He was there, if I wanted him. I could touch him, if I wanted. I could lean on him, if I wanted.
I did. I leaned towards him, closing the distance. My arm touched him and I closed my eyes. His hand came to the back of my neck and he pulled me into his arms. My forehead went to his chest, and like that, he held me.
That was what I wanted. His hold, his touch, his shelter—I could do anything if his arms were around me.
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Fallen Crest Home is not a standalone! It is the sixth book in the Fallen Crest Series and if you want to find out more about them.