Blurb:
Tatum O’Connell:
Some call me a party girl. People see me as happy,
full of life, with absolutely no cares in the world. They see what I want them
to see. But no one knows me - really knows me. Not even Noah Reese. Mr. Perfect is always watching me, most
likely judging every single imperfect thing I do. But, if Noah wants to keep an
eye on me, that’s just fine. I definitely don’t mind. I just hope he doesn’t
have any plans to save me from my new-found life of self-destruction because in
order to save me, he will have to see me…
And I’m never going to let that happen.
Noah Reese:
Perfect. That’s me. That’s the only acceptable way to
be, according to my father. Perfect grades. Perfect manners. Perfect athlete.
Perfect SAT scores. Perfect college. And recently, I was accepted into the
perfect med school. My future has already been mapped out for me and there’s
nothing that can change that. Not even Tatum O’Connell. That girl is out of
control, yet for some reason, I can’t seem to keep my distance from her. I
watch her closely, hoping that one day she’ll let me in, but watching her lead
her life down the dangerous path she’s on right now isn’t easy…
I have a feeling I’m about to find myself swept away
by the hurricane that is Tatum O’Connell.
“Two
fleeting souls,
Unknowingly
tethered.
Too
slowly drawn,
Impatient
fate calls.
The
jolting collide intertwines their lives
And splinters their walls.”
“Catalyst” – Noah Reese
Expected
release date: Late October 2013
Goodreads link: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17344936-running-in-place
SERIES
READING ORDER:
·
Mending
Hearts #1 - Running on Empty: http://amzn.to/116pVVm
·
Mending
Hearts #1.5 - Recovery: http://amzn.to/19aaPmH
·
Mending
Hearts #2 - Running in Place
Author
Bio:
L.B.
Simmons is a graduate of Texas A&M University and holds a degree in
Biomedical Science. She has been a practicing Chemist for the last 11 years.
She lives with her husband and three daughters in Texas and writes every chance
she gets.
Connect with L.B.:
Teaser:
Still laughing and not paying attention, I round the
corner, only to run straight into a completely different kind of trouble. A
brown-headed, blue-eyed, whirlwind kind of trouble. A trouble that looks unbelievably hot in a
tight-ass, short black dress. A trouble
wearing the highest black heels I’ve ever seen, heels that make her legs look
unbelievable and should be outlawed judging by the bulge forming inside my dark
Diesels. Damn. She’s also a trouble
that I’ve formed a decent friendship with over the last few weeks, so any mental
images I have of her doing certain things to me wearing those heels have got to
go.
“Hey!” she says laughing as she flips her hair off her
shoulders. My eyes immediately land on
her pouty lips, the clear shine reflecting off of them as she smiles. “What are
you doing here?”
I clear my throat and tear my gaze from her
mouth. “Getting my check, you?”
She looks me up and down as she nods her head. “Me
too,” she says clearing her own throat.
“Where are you going, looking all spiffy?”
I chuckle because only she would say spiffy.
“I’m taking Piper to that new club, Parallel. Where are you going looking all spiffy?”
She claps her hands together excitedly before taking
my hand. “We’re going there too! Yay!”
I’m still surprised every time she touches me. It’s such a drastic change from the first day
at the duplexes. As I think about the
last month or so - all the times that we laughed together at something
ridiculous that she said, or the fact that she insists on bumping hips with me
every single time a song comes on the radio that she likes while singing at the
top of her lungs, even the times she lightly brushes her hand across my arm
while she’s speaking – there’s a level of comfort and ease about our
friendship. Reason five hundred why I need to curb my inappropriate thoughts
about this one.
I smile to myself as she tugs me harder. “Where are you taking me?”
“To the employee bathroom!”
Well, that did absolutely nothing to fend off dirty
thoughts.
“Why?”
She giggles. Obviously, she’s already started
drinking. Great. Well, at least we’ll
be at the same place so I can make sure Dickhead the Douchebag takes care of
her.
“Because, I’m gonna fix your hair. It looks too…perfect. It needs to be messy – sexy, like you.” She
stops dead in her tracks. “Um…I mean, as sexy as you look now.” She exhales,
frustrated. “Sexily dressed, that’s
what I mean.” She bites her bottom lip nervously as she mentally tries to hook
her words and reel them back in. I just
laugh because she looks so damn cute.
“So, you think I’m sexy?”
Saying nothing else, she rolls her eyes and pulls me
in the direction of the bathroom. Once
we arrive, she flips on the light and points at the toilet for me to take a
seat. Turning on the faucet, she sets her purse on the counter and pulls out a
travel size hairspray. After digging
around for a little while longer, she turns towards me.
“Well, I guess this will have to do.” She tilts her
head to the left and then scrunches her mouth to the same side, deep in
thought. Nodding to herself, she leans over and wets her fingers in the sink
before stepping in between my legs.
She breathes in deeply before placing her fingers in
my hair. Slowly, she distributes the
water throughout, often leaning back to the faucet to get more. Her cool hands work from the sides of my head
toward the top, where her fingers interlace to form a spiky section down the
center. Then she bends at the waist, placing her face so close to mine, her
breaths hit my mouth. I know I can’t
have her, but damn if I don’t want to take some piece of her with me. So
greedily, I take in her air with every breath she releases. Her eyes still
focused on my hair, I watch her mouth. Still breathing with her, I lick my
lips, the movement distracting her so that she brings her blue eyes to mine. In
silence, we stare, only the shared breaths between us are heard.
Taking her hand out of my hair, she places it on the
side of my face and gently strokes my cheek with her thumb as we hold each
other’s eyes. Before long, I watch a
soft saddened half-smile appear on her lips.
“Much better,” she says with one last soothing run of her thumb before
she backs away. Reaching for the hair
spray, she tweaks the top of my hair, pulling random pieces in different
directions before spraying them. I fight
the urge to put my hands around her waist and pull her into me. To hold her. To have her.
Instead, I sit with my hands on my knees, wanting what
I can’t have.
After a couple of more sprays, she steps back. “All done. You’re good to go. To the bar. With
Piper,” she says, the pitch of her voice getting higher with each incomplete
sentence spoken. There’s no mistaking
the heartache radiating between the both of us.
It’s so thick I could slice it with a knife.
Giveaway:
To celebrate the cover of her
newest novel, Running in Place, L.B.
is offering her readers an awesome Giveaway!
·
Winner 1: $100 Amazon gift
card
·
Winner 2: A set of signed
paperbacks of Running on Empty and Recovery.
·
Winner 3: ARC of Running in Place, to be sent to the winner
in mid October.
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