Falling Into Right by Sharon Kay
Title: Falling Into Right
Author: Sharon Kay
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 24, 2017
Cover Designer: Kim Killion
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
How do you recover when life kick boxes your soul?
Becca Gable is fighting to stay on her feet after a series of crushing losses. She's always been the good girl until the events of the past year push her to make a mistake she can’t take back. Now, her corporate finance job and her fiancée are gone thanks to her newly-acquired criminal record.
Shane Marlow survived an IED blast during his service in Iraq—but half his team did not. Physically healed, he returns to his home county as a K9 officer. The scars of loss run deep and though local folks admire him, no one truly gets him—until Becca literally lands in front of him.
Their bond of shared tragedy evolves into a connection both fiery and healing. But a stalker decides that Becca’s crime should stay front and center. As the unsettling episodes reveal that no part of her life is secret, Shane is all that stands between her and the enemy.
Shane tilted her chin up. Big, sad eyes stared back at him. Hell, he’d had that bleak feeling. The point where his heart hurt for his team, and he felt like he was facing a sheer vertical climb with no help. He dealt with it by working, running with Denver, shooting, hanging out on Redemption Hill. And he pushed the negative thoughts to the back of his mind.
But not until Becca had he realized that meeting someone who’d walked his path could make a difference. “I see that look,” he murmured.
“What look?”
“The one that says you’re at the bottom of a twenty-foot pit with no ladder.”
“Maybe I am,” she whispered. “How did you get out?”
“Don’t know if I have,” he said. “But meeting you bumped me up higher than I was before.”
Her brows knit. “How can I help you when I can’t even help myself?”
“Just being you is all you need to do.” He laced his fingers with hers. “I’m not good with words. But I’ve never met anyone who’s been through anything close to what I have—losing people too soon, and not just one—except for the rest of my team. And, uh, it’s not like we hang out and talk about our feelings or anything.”
She gave a half laugh. “Yeah, I guess not.” Light fingertips grazed his knuckles. “I still don’t know how I’m helping, but as long as you think I am, I wanna keep on with it.”
“I like that plan.”
Finally, a happy glint appeared in her eyes. “I like you.”
He grinned. “Seein’ as you’re buck naked in my bed, you better.”
“You’re bad.” She smacked his chest and kept her hand there, pushing him back. “Lie down.”
He guessed she wanted to cuddle and that was fine with him. Stretching out on his side of the bed, he held out his arms. “Come here.”
But instead, she leaned across his chest and pressed a warm kiss to his pec. Not a quick press of her lips to his skin. But one that lingered, yanking his mind to a place he hadn’t expected to go tonight. Not that he minded. “Becca?”
She raised her magnetic eyes, but not her warm, naughty mouth. Her kiss, slow and languid, ignited every inch that she touched. “Mmm?”
A hundred questions popped rapid fire into his head. Was she okay? Did she need to talk or to just be held or something? He’d never been good at comfort. But each thought was derailed by the fire in his veins. He trusted she’d tell him what she wanted.
And right now, she didn’t need to say a word.
But not until Becca had he realized that meeting someone who’d walked his path could make a difference. “I see that look,” he murmured.
“What look?”
“The one that says you’re at the bottom of a twenty-foot pit with no ladder.”
“Maybe I am,” she whispered. “How did you get out?”
“Don’t know if I have,” he said. “But meeting you bumped me up higher than I was before.”
Her brows knit. “How can I help you when I can’t even help myself?”
“Just being you is all you need to do.” He laced his fingers with hers. “I’m not good with words. But I’ve never met anyone who’s been through anything close to what I have—losing people too soon, and not just one—except for the rest of my team. And, uh, it’s not like we hang out and talk about our feelings or anything.”
She gave a half laugh. “Yeah, I guess not.” Light fingertips grazed his knuckles. “I still don’t know how I’m helping, but as long as you think I am, I wanna keep on with it.”
“I like that plan.”
Finally, a happy glint appeared in her eyes. “I like you.”
He grinned. “Seein’ as you’re buck naked in my bed, you better.”
“You’re bad.” She smacked his chest and kept her hand there, pushing him back. “Lie down.”
He guessed she wanted to cuddle and that was fine with him. Stretching out on his side of the bed, he held out his arms. “Come here.”
But instead, she leaned across his chest and pressed a warm kiss to his pec. Not a quick press of her lips to his skin. But one that lingered, yanking his mind to a place he hadn’t expected to go tonight. Not that he minded. “Becca?”
She raised her magnetic eyes, but not her warm, naughty mouth. Her kiss, slow and languid, ignited every inch that she touched. “Mmm?”
A hundred questions popped rapid fire into his head. Was she okay? Did she need to talk or to just be held or something? He’d never been good at comfort. But each thought was derailed by the fire in his veins. He trusted she’d tell him what she wanted.
And right now, she didn’t need to say a word.
Sharon Kay writes award-winning fiction and can never get enough reading time. She loves winter and black coffee, and is endlessly inspired to write kick-ass heroines and the men strong enough to capture their hearts. Sharon lives in the Chicago area with her husband and son, and one weekend the idea for her Lash Watchers and tough leading ladies formed in her head, refusing to stay quiet until she put pen to paper. Her characters tend to keep her up at night, as they banter, fall in love, and slay endless varieties of power-hungry demons.
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