“When Ashes Fall is a tautly written, complex, and emotionally-charged love story that takes the reader on an unforgettable, unexpected, and deeply moving journey.β βUSA TodayΒ
Itβs been said that you canβt love two men at the same time.
You canβt split your heart, soul, and body in half.
But Iβm here to tell you, you can.
Dylan Cole is like ice, sharp and unpredictable, the thunder inside a tumultuous storm.
Smith Reid is warmth, soft and gentle, perfect like a sunny day.
Both are mine.
But I can have only one.
There are two sides to this tale.
I’m here to tell you mine.
If you think this story is about a cheater, you couldnβt be more wrong.
The buzz on WHEN ASHES FALL by Marni Mann has been fervent and loud, and I can’t wait to read this emotionally charged love story myself. Heartwrenching, intense and beautifully written, this romance is out tomorrow, but I’m thrilled to be able to give you a sneak peek!
βAlix β¦β
I needed her eyes on me to see the way she would look at me, how she would respond to the sound of my voice.
That would determine if I could reach for her right now or if Iβd have to wait.
Her stare slowly lifted and landed on mine.
Shyness was peeking through her expression.
Still, every sign was thereβthe desire in her glare, the increased breathing, the way her tongue was swiping across her lips. It wasnβt frosting she was licking off because there wasnβt any there.
I dropped the small box of cake on the ground.
She didnβt watch it fall, but when she heard the sound, I saw the hunger in her grow.
I took a step.
She did, too, in the opposite direction at the same time she dropped her cake.
She said nothing as I continued to move toward her, backing her up to the side of the building until her body was pressed against it.
As I stood inches away, I lifted my hands to the top of her head where they pushed into the brick. βYou can stop me.β
Her voice was soft, not weak, as she looked up at me and said, βIβm not sure I can.β
Sheβd responded the same way when I met her at the train station.
I had known what she meant then.
And again here, especially when her fingers went to my sides, holding them, using them to pull me toward her.
My head dipped.
My mouth sought hers.
Our lips touched.
A feeling came across my entire fucking body.
I couldnβt let go of her.
That was why both palms dropped to her face, and I held her cheeks so tightly. Why, with every inhale, I kissed her even deeper. Why my hard-on was throbbing inside these suit pants.
She was the reason for every reaction.
My tongue found hers.
Her back arched, and her body leaned into mine.
My hand dropped to the side of her neck.
I took in her scent. It was a clean smell that had a hint of lemon.
I dragged my lips away but pressed my nose against hers.
I felt myself reaching for air, unable to get enough in.
She was doing the same.
βFuck,β I whispered.
I hadnβt been prepared for that.
There was no way to summarize how the taste of Alix Rayne running through my body had become the most incredible sensation.
All I knew was that I needed more.
But more just couldnβt happen here.
I pulled my face away, keeping one hand on her cheek, the other on her neck.
Her eyes gradually climbed from my chest until they locked with my stare.
I shouldnβt take her home.
I should wait a few weeks, get to know her better, make sure she was comfortable with me.
I had all the time in the world.
But that wasnβt me.
When I wanted something, I wanted it now
βDo you want to get out of here?β I asked.
She nodded.
βIβm going to take you to my place.β
She nodded again, and her hand tightened on my waist as though she were reminding me it was there.
I hadnβt forgotten.
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