5 out of 5 stars
Oh Stacey. Where do I begin? I always know going into one of your books that I’m going to be hit with a tsunami of emotions. I was correct once again!
This was a beautifully weaved tale of brokenness, despair, uncertainty, stress, but most of all LOVE! This was not an easy journey for any of the characters, and they began finding their way through together, with lots of hesitation at first. But just like in all fairytales, a huge monkey wrench is thrown in to obliterate all the happiness. Watching them overcome everything will lead you to tears and will piece your heart back together in a way only Stacey Lynn can.
“An emotional, angsty story of two soulmates torn apart by circumstances beyond their control.
You’ll laugh, cry and root for them all the way. Stacey Lynn hits it out of the park!”
~ Carly Phillips NY Times Bestselling Author
“Sexy, gripping, and heartwarming. With a hero that made my book-boyfriend all-stars list and a fast-paced plot that had me turning pages way past my bedtime, Before We Fell is a top 2019 read for me!” ~Author P. Dangelico
Before We Fell, an all-new contemporary romance from Stacey Lynn is available now!
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. The horror that rocked my small town last winter also brought Noah Wilkes into my life. The first almost broke all of us, but the second changed everything.
He stomped into my classroom all angry scowls and rudeness, the big-shot lawyer who was always too good for this small town. But the moment his smile softened toward his niece, it was me that melted.
The heartbreak that brought him back also brought me closer to him, to the man he hides from the world behind his swagger and aggression. The man I couldn’t help but fall for.
But life has a way of throwing a curveball when you least expect it, and this one could cost me everything–even him.
Turned out, our fates were written in the sky before we ever met—
Before we fell.
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It was the darkness covering us, shadowing everything except us. It was the tease of her all night. It was her laughter. Her scent. It was her.
I did exactly what I just said I shouldn’t. Couldn’t. My hand went to her cheek. I slid my fingers beneath her ear, brushing my thumb against the warmth of her skin. “Lauren.”
Her hand curled around my wrist. She didn’t push it away. She didn’t pull me toward her. She gaped at me, mouth parting, lip sliding along her bottom lip. Her pulse pounded against my fingertips.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispered. “You’re right. I’m Riley’s teacher. I don’t want to make things any harder for her than they already are.”
She was right.
The problem was I was harder than I’d ever been and what about my needs? It was selfish, but thirty-five years of selfish living wasn’t easily kicked to the curb despite my efforts.
“Okay,” I whispered back. “I understand.”
I leaned in anyway, dropping my head, and as I moved like I was going to kiss her, her breath caught, and her eyes fluttered closed. Tempting. So damn tempting.
It took a larger force of will than I normally used with women, but I ignored her mouth, moved to her cheek, but instead of kissing her cheek, I pressed my lips to my thumb on her. I tasted her flesh without touching her, lingered there while her muscles tensed and she inhaled a sharp breath. Her shoulders went tight and her scent invaded me so deeply I knew I’d need more from her.
And I’d take it when the time was right.
“Goodnight, Miss Frazier,” I said, grinning against my thumb, wishing she’d tell me to kiss her.
She didn’t. She pressed on my wrist, pushing my hand away from her. I let her go reluctantly, stepping back and licking my own lips.
“Goodnight, Mr. Wilkes.” Her grin shook. Like we shared a secret joke.
We definitely shared a secret. I admitted I wanted her.
She didn’t tell me she didn’t feel the same…just that we shouldn’t.
Which wasn’t close to being the same as couldn’t.
My lawyer-sharp mind found the loophole. Someday I’d figure out a way to exploit it.
About the Author
When Stacey Lynn isn’t conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or behind closed doors, imagining the next adventures she’ll soon write.
She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library.
Stacey Lynn lives with her husband and children in North Carolina.
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