Title: Destined to Fall
Author: Tamsyn Bester
Genre: Adult Contemporary
Release Date: December 26,
2013
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Synopsis:
But something is missing…
Kyler Knight is young, rich and the heir to the multi-million dollar fortune that is known as ‘Knight Media’ – the biggest and most successful media company in Chicago. When his father decides it’s time for Kyler to learn the ropes as successor, he didn’t think it would include working with someone like Cassey Emerson.
Their attraction is immediate and Kyler is everything Cassey should stay away from. He can’t give her what she wants, but that doesn’t stop him from pursuing her. When one passionate night changes everything, Cassey must decide whether or not she can accept what Kyler is offering, or walk away from how he makes her feel.
Suddenly, things change, lines are blurred, hearts are broken and Cassey is left to pick up the pieces after her hot, steamy relationship with Kyler becomes so much more…
Can she move forward or was she always destined to fall?
*This is an Adult Contemporary Romance Novel. Recommended for readers 18+ *
Excerpt
Chapter
1
~ Cassey ~
His
hands trail up my naked torso, cupping each breast and rubbing my nipples until
they harden under the pad of his thumb. My back arches, seeking more of him, of
his touch. When his hands move back down, I whimper at the loss of contact
until I feel his hot, wet tongue start to tease and suck each breast in turn. A
flame coils in my belly, causing an ache that only he can soothe. I try to move
my hands so that I can run them through his glorious, rich brown locks but
they’re restrained. I pull a little harder and feel cool metal biting into my
skin. Handcuffs. My disappointment at being unable to touch him is soon wiped
away when he moves his head farther down, licking my sensitive flesh. I feel
his tongue dip into my navel and I squirm, eager for him to keep going. He
chuckles and the sound of his deep voice travels to where I’m starving for him.
“My
gorgeous, greedy, little Peach,” he breathes. His hands stop at my hips and he
uses his knee to nudge my thighs apart, exposing me to him completely. “Look at
me,” he commands. “I want you to watch me use my tongue to make you come.” I
shiver. “Cassey,” he growls. My eyes snap open and I look into his clear blue
eyes, a storm of lust and hunger swirling viciously in their depths. He licks his
lips and a moan slips from between my slightly parted lips.
“Oh
please,” I beg, unable to help myself. He’s driving me wild and I’m being
consumed by my own ravenous need. I want him to own me, consume me and give me
what I crave. Him.
His
lips kiss my inner thigh on one side and then he kisses the other, his
dangerous blue eyes never leaving mine. “Please what, baby?” he teases. He
wants me to tell him what I want, but only because it turns him on to hear me
say the words ‘Fuck Me’. The wicked grin on his face makes me feel like a
helpless rabbit about to be devoured by a wolf. A big bad wolf. He leans down
and I hear him inhale. “Hmmm,” he mumbles. “Sweet as a Georgia peach.” I watch
as he lifts my legs and wraps them around his neck. My heart is already racing
but by some miracle it increases in speed. “Tell me what you want, Cassey,” he
growls again. He is so bossy. And it’s such a fucking turn on.
“I
want -” I lick my dry lips and force the words out from my very dry mouth. “I
want you to fuck me, Kyler.” He grins widely. My big bad wolf. His eyes stay
glued to mine as his head dips and I hold my breath in anticipation. His tongue
dives between my slick folds and the heat and moisture assaults my clit. My
hips buck and I feel him smile against me. He likes teasing me, pushing me
until the edge is within reach and then pulling me back. His tongue slides
between my sensitive lips until it reaches the little hub of nerves he’s
searching for. The familiar pressure builds and when I think I’m ready to crash,
his mouth pulls back. I struggle to catch my breath, panting loudly until his
mouth covers mine. I taste myself on him, which only serves to increase my
arousal. “Please,” I breathe into his mouth. “I don’t think I can-” my words
are cut off when he slowly slips one finger into me and then another, beginning
the slow, torturous process of teasing my clit all over again. My hips start
moving and fall into rhythm with his fingers while I ride his hand. “Yes,” I
breathe harshly. “Oh my God, yes.”
I
ignore the pain in my wrists and focus only on the building pressure between my
legs. He starts curling his fingers upward, massaging my upper walls each time
his fingers retreat, and applying more pressure as they surge back in. I can’t
help but think that he’s a musician and I am the instrument. The wave of
ecstasy is close and I feel myself tighten around his fingers until…until… an
alarm goes off.
My eyes fly open and I
sit up straight in bed. I hit the clock next to my bed to shut off the alarm
that abruptly ended my very happy dream before I got happy. I wipe the small
droplets of sweat from my forehead and slump against my head board. Did I just have a wet dream? Yes. I just had a wet dream. Under normal
circumstances I would feel embarrassed, ashamed even, but given that I haven’t
had sex in over a year, it’s perfectly normal for me to feel frustrated. Thanks to my alarm's
impeccable timing, I’m even more frustrated after being unable to finish. The image of deep, blue eyes and
dark, rich brown hair comes to mind and I blush, even though I’m alone in my
room. He can only be a figment of my imagination, a delirious fantasy, because
I’ve never dated a man that looks anything like him. Something about those
eyes…A soft knock on my bedroom door makes me jump and I clasp my damp tank top. “Who is it?” I choke out. It can only be one person but I’m so lost in my imaginary Adonis’ blue eyes that all sense momentarily disappeared.
“What do you mean ‘who
is it’?” my roommate and best friend Quinn asks as she steps into my room.
I sigh. “Sorry, Quinny.
I was a little confused.” She comes to stand next to my bed and I take in her
light pink nighties and her matching pink slippers. Quinn Avery is a stunning
woman. Her blonde hair is cut into a sleek bob that accentuates her high cheek
bones, rosy cheeks and hazel colored eyes. We’re both the same height, standing
at five feet six inches, but where her hair his blonde and short, mine is light
brown and hangs to the middle of my back, and where her eyes are hazel, mine
are green.
“You better get ready,”
she quips, surveying my sweaty appearance. “You have a meeting at eight.” I
slide my legs over the edge of the bed and pick up the old-fashioned alarm
clock that ruined my morning.
“Shit,” I mutter.
I have less than
forty-five minutes to get ready and make a stop at Starbucks on my way to work.
I dash past Quinn, who chuckles behind me, and take the quickest shower of my
life. If it wasn’t for Quinn, I would never do anything or get anywhere on
time. You’d think that by the age of twenty-two my time management would be
perfect. Sadly, it’s not. I riffle through my small closet until I find my gray
pencil skirt and my white button down blouse with bell sleeves. I’m busy
fastening the strap of my black wedges when Quinn walks into my room. She’s
wearing her favorite cream colored dress pants with a red button down shirt and
matching red stiletto heels.
“I’m almost ready,” I
say. I grab my on-the-go make-up bag and throw it into my oversized Gucci knock
off purse.
“Are we stopping at Starbucks?”
Quinn asks while she puts her diamond stud earrings in. She always dresses to
impress and that goes for her flashy accessories too. Unlike me, Quinn comes
from a very wealthy family who are very well known here in Chicago. She doesn’t
need a job but chooses to work because it’s what she loves doing.
I roll my eyes. “I
never miss my morning cup of java,” I quip. “You know that, Quinny.”
Making sure that I have everything, I grab my
purse and my laptop bag and walk out in the hallway and into the kitchen. I
love our little apartment. It’s our slice of heaven. The floors are all
hardwood and the furniture is a combination of dark chocolate and caramel in
color, with red scatter cushions to add some depth. The short hallway leads to
two bedrooms and a bathroom. Luckily Quinn has an en suite bathroom of her own
so we don’t have to share. Our kitchen has steel appliances, courtesy of
Quinn’s parents, and marble counters with wood cupboards that match the floors.
My favorite feature is the floor-to-ceiling bookshelf in the corner of what
should be our dining room. Instead of dining room furniture, we got a chaise
lounge set and now use it as a reading nook. Quinn comes strolling down the
hallway like it’s a runway and slips her too big sunglasses on top of her head.
In the two years that we’ve been living together, I’ve learned many things
about Quinn, one of them being no matter how well she dresses she doesn’t give
a shit what anyone thinks. She smiles at me and I return it as we slip out of
our apartment and into the elevator that takes us five floors down to the
lobby. We greet Charles, an older gentleman, who mans the front desk, and step
into the bustle of a Monday morning. The city is so different compared to where
I grew up. There isn’t even a comparison between it and the tiny town I ran
away from or the two bedroom trailer I shared with my good-for-nothing parents.
I push my thoughts about them and that life out of my mind as we near the
Starbucks on the corner.
“Your usual?” I ask
Quinn as I take out my purse to pay.
She nods and I
immediately fall into the line before the morning rush starts. I order two
Vanilla Lattes and wait patiently to collect them. The young guy behind the
counter is watching me and I have to admit the attention isn’t completely
unwelcome. He looks about twenty-one with sandy blonde hair that hangs in his
face. He isn’t unfortunate looking by any means but I find myself comparing him
to the blue eyes and chocolate colored hair from my dream. My cheeks flush at
the memory and when the guy hands me our Latte’s the look on his face tells me
he thinks he made me blush. I duck my
head and pass Quinn her cup before walking back out onto the busy sidewalk.
“What was that all about?” Quinn asks between
sips.
I mutter, “Nothing,”
and keep my head down while inhaling the sweet caffeinated aroma coming from my
cup.
“Does it have anything
to do with you screaming like a banshee this morning?”
I almost choke on the
hot liquid in my mouth and barely manage to stop it from shooting out my nose.
When Quinn sees my shocked expression, my eyes wide, she giggles.
“You heard me?” I
whisper. Quinn laughs harder and I wish the sidewalk would swallow me whole.
Great. Nothing like your best friend hearing your screams in the middle of a
wet dream.
“I’m pretty sure the
whole building heard you, Cass,” she chuckles.
“Can you imagine what I
would’ve sounded like if I fi-” I slap my hand over my mouth and watch as Quinn
almost doubles over with laughter. Now I’ve really done it. Foot meet mouth.
Quinn finally catches
her breath and pats my shoulder sympathetically. “We need to get you laid,” she
proclaims, not giving a rats ass who overhears our conversation. We walk past a
little old lady who gasps and then scowls when I look at her sheepishly.
“Says the diva who was
out until God knows what time this morning, getting freaky with Jarred,” I
retort quickly. Her porcelain cheeks flush. “Ha,” I shout. “I knew it! You just
can’t stop yourself, can you?”
Quinn lifts her dainty
shoulders in a shrug but I see the smile tugging at her red lips. She can’t lie
to me. I heard her come in at about two a.m. “Why don’t you put the poor guy
out of his misery and go on a date with him?” I ask.
She purses her lips,
pulling the bottom one between her teeth. “Because I don’t do commitment,” she
replies. “Jarred and I are just friends.”
I snort. “Friends who
happen to fuck like rabbits for three weeks out of the month.”
“What can I say,” she
grins. “When I have an itch, nobody can scratch it quite like Jarred does.” A
sigh breaks free from her mouth. “God, he’s fantastic
in bed. If I didn’t go to gym four days a week he would’ve broken my va-jay-jay by now.”
“Lucky bitch,” I mutter
under my breath.
“I’ve told you before,
Jarred has plenty of hot lawyer friends who I’m sure will be happy to help you
get rid of some of your frustration.
Just say the word and I’ll have him hook you up,” Quinn says.
I shake my head. “We’ve
spoken about this before, Quinny. I don’t want a ‘hump and dump’.” She shrugs
nonchalantly as we enter the double doors to our office building.
“Suit yourself.”
I look around the lobby
of Knight Media and smile. I’ve been the publishing assistant for almost two
years now, since I graduated from college, and wouldn’t give it up for
anything. I worked my ass off to get here. Knight Media is the second largest
media company in the city. It is an umbrella company of sorts, housing a
complementary group of multinational companies specializing in publishing,
digital advertising and film and television production. Quinn is the editorial
assistant for the newspaper division while I work in the book publishing
division. Our CEO, Robert Knight, recently decided to branch out into digital
publishing and gave me the task of putting together a proposal for the
executives. That’s why I can’t be late for any
meeting.
“Holy shit,” I hear
Quinn whisper next to me. I look up and follow her gaze until my eyes land on him.
His black suit fits him
flawlessly, his navy blue shirt tucked in just enough to show a broad chest.
His mop of dark brown hair hangs just above his eyebrows but is styled in that
just-fucked way. “Who’s that?” I ask in a hushed tone, as if the Adonis over
there may hear me.
“That, my sexually
frustrated friend,” Quinn sighs, putting her toned arm over my shoulders. “Is none
other than the infamous Kyler Knight.”
My lips form an ‘Oh’ as
we watch Kyler being mauled by a drop
dead gorgeous redhead who kisses him unabashedly, giving no mind to the small
audience gathering to watch their embrace. “Who’s the redhead?”
Quinn frowns and her
face contorts into the expression she gets when she’s about to be a total
bitch. “Jessa fucking Price.” My eyebrows shoot up at the tone of her voice.
“You know her?” I ask.
“Everybody does. She’s
slept with half the people in this city. Our fathers are friends and our
mothers both champion the same charities. I practically grew up with the
bitch.”
Quinn pulls me towards
the elevator, dragging my attention away from the beautiful couple and back to
reality. I check my watch and see that I have exactly ten minutes before my
meeting starts. We step into the empty elevator just as a hand stops the two
doors from closing. He steps into the elevator and the air in my lungs somehow
escapes without ever leaving my mouth.
“Quinn,” he greets with
a smile. She knows him?
“Kyler,” she replies,
not returning his friendliness. His eyes travel the length of my body, the tiny
hairs on the back my neck standing up, until they lock with mine. I suck in a
breath. I know those blue eyes. He
brushes a piece of hair out if his face and I notice that it’s darker than what
I thought. A dark, rich chocolate brown.
“Who’s your friend?” he
asks. The question is directed at Quinn but our eyes never break contact.
“Cassey Emerson.
Cassey, this is Kyler Knight. His father owns Knight Media.” Kyler sticks out
his hand and I gingerly mimic his action. His hand is easily three times bigger
than mine. It wraps around mine effortlessly, his slightly calloused fingers
brushing up against my soft skin.
“Nice to meet you,
Cassey.” His smile widens into a wolfish grin.
“You too,” I squeak. He
holds my hand a moment longer than what would be considered appropriate when
meeting someone for the first time. The elevator chimes and I drop his hand
like it’s burned me. Quinn grasps my elbow and leads me out onto our floor.
Kyler’s eyes stay fixed on me until the elevator doors close.
“Wipe your mouth,
Cass,” she whispers harshly. “You’re drooling and I’m pretty sure Kyler
noticed.”
Kyler.
Why does that name sound so familiar?
Then it hits me like a
freight train.
“Oh, God,” I breathe.
My eyes go wide and I look at Quinn.
“What?” she asks. I
swallow hard and fight the blush I can feel creeping up my neck into my cheeks.
“Quinn,” I sputter.
“It’s him.”
Her eyebrows dip into a
confused scowl, “It’s him who?” We step
into my office and I shut the door quickly.
“It’s him, Quinn.”
“What are you talking
about, Cass?”
“Kyler. He’s the one I
dreamt about this morning.” I bury my face in my hands to hide my
mortification. I risk a peek through my fingers and see Quinn’s shoulders
shaking with her quiet laughter. “Quinn,” I whine. “It’s not funny.” I slap her
on the arm.
“You’re right,” she
replies between laughs. “It’s not funny. It’s hilarious.” I throw my hands up
in defeat and grab my little make up bag to start applying my make-up. Quinn
comes to stand next to me. “Are you sure it was him?” she asks seriously. All
the laughter is gone from her face.
“Yes. I said his name
and told him to-” my mouth snaps shut before I divulge any more humiliating
information about my naughty dream. Quinn smirks and I bite my lip to stifle
the giggle I feel crawling up my throat.
“I don’t blame you.
He’s a catch and I hear he’s certainly not lacking
down south,” Quinn concedes. She grabs the eye shadow from my hands and spins
me so that I’m facing her.
“I didn’t know you knew
him,” I say quietly while she applies some color to my eyelids.
“Not very well. I just know our parents are
acquaintances. Kyler has a bit of a reputation and he’s a few years older than
us so we never really hung out,” she states. My thoughts drift back to the
redhead we saw pawing him earlier and my face twists into a scowl
involuntarily.
“Was that his
girlfriend down in the lobby?” I ask, trying to sound indifferent. I fail
miserably. I open my eyes to find Quinn studying me.
“No,” she replies. “But
they attend most of the social events together throughout the year. It’s no
secret that they’re using each other for sex.” I don’t know why, but a sudden
heaviness settles in my belly. Quinn checks her watch. “You better skedaddle.
You’re going to be late,” she tells me.
“See you at lunch?” I
ask on my way out. She nods and we head in opposite directions.
I walk into the
boardroom a minute before our meeting starts and almost fall out of my chair
when Kyler walks in behind his father. Robert Knight is one of the nicest men I
have ever met. He is a tall man, although not as tall as his son, and has a
slight belly. His face is warm and inviting and even on a bad day, he is always
smiling. Mia, our overly enthusiastic publishing intern who’s sitting next to
me, battles to suppress her excitement when she spots Kyler and giggles in her
seat. That’s when I notice that most of the women, married or not, are staring
open mouthed. The room goes quiet.
“Good morning
everyone,” Robert greets. There’s an incoherent mumble from the men in the room
while the women continue to eye fuck Kyler.
“This is my son, Kyler.” Robert continues, oblivious to those of us who look
like panting dogs in heat. “From today, he will be working for Knight Media.”
He grins proudly at his son, who acknowledges us with a simple nod. “Right,
then,” he pats Kyler on the back. “We’ll leave you kids to it.” He walks out
and Kyler lingers a moment longer, locking his eyes with mine. His glare makes
me shiver and I see his lip curl up in amusement. Shmuck. When he leaves, the women all sigh, chatting excitedly
amongst themselves before our immediate boss, Kevin, takes charge.
I don’t hear a thing he
says. Only when we’re dismissed, do I stop thinking about him. I spend the rest of my day locked up in my office, buried
beneath piles of unsolicited manuscripts, in hopes of forgetting about Kyler.
No.Such.Luck.
Author Bio:
Tamsyn is a 21 year old
blogger turned author from South Africa who has an insatiable hunger for New Adult
Contemporary Romance novels, coffee and chocolate. When she’s not getting
caught up in yet another steamy romance with a new book boyfriend, she can be
found spending endless hours working away on her laptop in pursuit of her
Marketing degree and a career in book Publishing. Tamsyn is a Brat when it
comes to books and believes that every story, no matter how challenging, should
have a Happy Ever After. Tamsyn is currently hard at work on her debut novel
Beneath Your Beautiful, set to be available July 2013.
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