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Title: Free Fall
Author: Emily Goodwin
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Free Fall:
I’ll never forget the first time I saw Nora Fisher. The way my heart sped up in my chest and blood rushed through every part of me. I was drawn to her the moment our eyes met.
She was beautiful.
Guarded.
Damaged.
Just like me.
I never meant to hurt the only woman I’ve ever loved. She was light, and I was dark, casting shadows on everything around me. Letting her go meant spiraling back into the darkness only Nora could pull me from. But I’d sacrifice myself a thousand times for her.
Four years later, she’s back, and the passion she ignites makes the fight for her stronger. But the more I try to make things right, the more I realize how complicated things have become.
And now I'm starting to see that maybe her light was never meant to be mine.
Free Fall is a standalone, contemporary romance.
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EXCERPT
Her fingers curl into a fist, and she throws a handful of gravel as hard as she can into the puddle, causing little droplets of brown water to splatter her arm.
“My mom got her shit together, even though she was just a kid. Married my dad. Went to college. They built a life of themselves—for me. We were happy and then…and then it all got taken away from me.”
“You mean when they died?”
“Yes.” Nora’s eyes fill with tears. “They were hit by a drunk driver. I was in the car with them.”
“Shit, Nora. Saying sorry doesn’t feel like enough.”
Her eyes meet mine, and the pain I see hurts my heart. “That’s when I went to live with my grandma, and on my mom’s birthday, she’d drive me hours and hours away to Greendale—where my mom and dad originally were from—to put yellow lilies on her grave. And now…now…” Her voice thins, and she takes a few seconds before she can go on. “My grandma gave me everything she could. Made sure I went to a good school. Put me in study groups and all that shit. And she was real. She knew my life was fucked up and didn’t hide it. She was my grandma, my mom, and my friend. And now we can’t go see Mom’s grave because…now she’s rotting in a piece of shit nursing home hours away and I’m here, in this stupid house with these stupid people all because some stupid judge said this is the way it has to be.”
Tears fall from her eyes, melting away the I-don’t-give-a-damn exterior she holds around herself, and for the first time, I see her. The real her.
Hurt.
Vulnerable.
Scared.
For the first time, I see myself reflected back in her eyes. Bad shit happened to her. It’s not fair, and no amount of convincing can make me believe everything happens for a reason. Things just happen, and it doesn’t matter who’s there. They just happen.
And it happened to Nora.
I shuffle closer, gravel crunching under my shoes, and extend a hand. Nora looks at it, eyes glistening from the early morning sunlight, making it look like someone tossed emeralds into a fire. She pushes her raven hair back and raises her gaze to me in question.
“Get up.” The words come out gruffer than I intend. I’m trying to keep my emotions in check. Trying, and failing.
Nora wipes the mud off her hand, and then moves her arm up, slipping her fingers in between mine. Her soft skin against the roughness of my palm sends a jolt through me, and I blink, looking down at her hand in mine. Small. Delicate. I could easily swallow her whole, consuming her and turning her whole world dark.
Part of me thinks it already is.
I pull her to her feet with ease, and the wind blows her hair into my face. The sweet floral scent of her shampoo mixes with the pungent smell of the wet earth beneath our feet.
About the Author:
Emily Goodwin is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of over a dozen of romantic titles. Emily writes the kind of books she likes to read, and is a sucker for a swoon-worthy bad boy and happily ever afters.
She lives in the midwest with her husband and two daughters. When she's not writing, you can find her riding her horses, hiking, reading, or drinking wine with friends.
Emily is represented by Julie Gwinn of the Seymour Agency.
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