Title:
Finding Her Way Back
Author:
Heather Van Fleet
Blurb:
But alas, life has other crap plans for her--one that
includes a strict regiment of "do this and do that" from her
she-devil sister, all while trying to avoid the unavoidable. The unavoidable
being Ky: the ex-best friend-turned-sex god who lives across the street.
Meet Ky; a nineteen-year-old wanna be country music singer
and a boy-turned-man who still wears a proverbial skateboard around his neck
from wasted high school days. When Callie returns home, he realizes that she's
exactly the muse he's been missing all this time.
Now, if only she can stop running long enough to find out
where their love could lead. FINDING HER WAY BACK is a new adult novel about
finding love while learning how to love yourself. For all the chubby-sexy girls
who tend to feel invisible, this one's for you!
Midwestern
native Heather Van Fleet lives in a small town on the Iowa/Illinois border.
She’s a wife to her hubby--and high school sweet heart--Chris, as well as a mom
to her three little girls, Kelsey, Emma and Bella. When she’s not obsessing
over her fictional book characters, cooking dinner, or running around chasing
her crazy kiddos, you can usually find her with her head stuck in her Kindle,
sucking down White Chocolate Mochas like they're
water.
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Excerpt 1:
Callie’s POV
“Okay. It’s
settled. One date.” Lifting his palm, he pressed it against my cheek, holding
it there. My skin tingled on contact, burning me in all sorts of ways. “But I
think we need to try something out beforehand just to make sure that we know
what we’re getting ourselves
into.”
“Um, what?”
I stiffened, panicking at the possibilities of what he was saying. Sweat formed
along the back of my neck, but I couldn’t move to wipe it
away.
Fuck. This
wasn’t good.
Without
warning, he pressed his mouth against mine, taking my heart, body, entire soul
by complete surprise. Ky captured me in all the ways a woman wanted to be
captured by a man.
And oh, what
a damn delicious capture it was.
I’d always
wondered what it’d be like to kiss this boy. And it wasn’t because I saw him in
that sort of light growing up either, just simple curiosity, to say the least
But whatever preconceived notions I had about awkwardness and painful teeth
clashing went out the window the moment his tongue pressed against my
lips.
Holy
hell. Now this was a kiss.
His fingers,
strong and sure, tangled in my hair, releasing my ponytail with the flick of
his thumb. Damn, he was good. My hair fell over my shoulders, shadowing my
cheeks, as well as his. I scooted forward, pressing my hands onto the bareness
of his neck, tracing the lines of his muscled skin on his shoulders like I’d
wanted to do since I first got him in the room with me. I moaned,
embarrassingly loud because yeah, this was beyond any kiss I’d ever experienced
in the past. Slow, agonizing, and perfect. Ky made the act of kissing as
sensual as having sex in a steamy shower. Not that I’d ever actually
experienced hot, steamy shower sex or anything. But um, yeah, it was definitely
on my bucket list.
Excerpt
2:
Forehead
pressed against mine, uncaring about the world around him, Ky’s words whispered
over my lips, the coolness chilling me even more than the fact that I was still
standing there in wet clothes. “Don’t ever leave me like that again, Calla
Lily. I don’t care if you hate me. I don’t care if you want to kick my ass, or
kick me in the balls because you’re pissed at the world or me in general. I
don’t know what happened to make you leave the rink. But dammit, I do know that
you won’t get that chance again. Because from now on, I will be there, and I
won’t back down, do you hear me? You. Will not. Run.” I nodded, sniffling.
Yeah, I heard every last word. Felt it like it was being sewn and weaved with
needle and thread throughout my traitorous, agreeing body. If he kept looking at
me like this, I’d fall to my knees…give him whatever he wanted—pain to my heart
and all.
Licking his
lips, eyes glazing over completely, Ky leaned in so close that our noses were
pressed flush now. “Because, Calla Lily Bennett, I. Am. Yours. I’ve been yours
for years. And I won’t stop being yours.
Ever.”
Closing
my eyes was the only way to escape from the sudden abruptness of his words. The
brutal, perfect truth and promise that was only emphasized with the twinkle in
his eyes. Maybe if I kept my lids drawn, then he wouldn’t say anything else.
He’d get the hint and he’d leave. Unfortunately though, a part of me—a very
traitorous and emotional part of me—didn’t want Ky to go. I was tired of
fighting the pain; tired of living an emotional lie that I was just fine and
dandy forgetting. Today was proof of that in the strangest of
senses.
But there
had to be a way I could get by without actually remembering, right? Maybe my
wish of starting over and forgetting weren’t that far off after all. Because I
wanted Ky, like Ky wanted me. I just didn’t want what he was going to force me
to do in the end.
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