Tuesday, 12 May 2015

BLOG TOUR, EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY: Heartfelt Lies (Undone #2) by Kristy Love

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Title: Heartfelt Lies (Undone #2)
Author: Kristy Love
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 8, 2015



Loving Cassie was effortless. She was a thirst I couldn’t quench. She was everything I needed, but nothing I deserved. I failed her more times than I could count. I lied relentlessly. And she always forgave me. Until she couldn’t. Maybe I deserved to be left behind. * * * Jax swept me off my feet with his disheveled hair and his easy smile. I loved him fiercely. He made me believe in the fairytale. Then the walls crumbled around me. The lies never ended. I left him behind. I had no choice. I mourned the loss of him. But I moved on. I created a new life, Now, I was marrying someone else. Where do we go now that he’s back?  

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“Jax,” I breathed. I reached behind me, grasping for the door handle to my backseat. When it opened, I pulled his face away from my chest. His lips were red from thoroughly kissing me. His chest was heaving and his eyes were glazed. I smiled and tugged on his hand. I climbed inside my car, lying back on the seat. He crawled on top of me and shut the door behind him. Without pause, he helped me out of my light jacket and tossed it in the front. He pulled my shirt over my head and went back to attacking my breasts. I wrapped my arms around him and ran them over his back. He had never been skin and bones, but now he had more definition. He wasn’t too bulky, there was just enough there that my arousal kicked up another five notches. I pulled on his shirt, whipping it over his head. He smirked at me, taking my bra off. “Cassie,” he said, his voice reverent and so full of want that it almost hurt to hear it. “Fuck. I never thought I’d be able to touch you, kiss you again. Now that I started, I’m not sure I can ever stop.” “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” He leaned down and pulled a nipple into his mouth. I cried out. His hand slid down my abdomen, my muscles twitching as he moved over them. He popped the button of my jeans and slid down the zipper before slipping his hand inside. He traced his finger over my panties. He groaned. “Fuck, Cassie.” His whole body went still and stiff, his head buried in my neck. “I think I’m going to die. Right here, right now. If I wake up tomorrow and this was a dream, I don’t think I can go on with life.” “It’s not a dream, Jax. I’m here, with you.” He regarded me and the pain in his eyes caused my heart to squeeze painfully. It seemed as though he was about to say something, but instead, he devoured my lips and slipped a finger inside me. I arched my back, ripping my lips away from his. The sensation, the feeling, it was so much. Too much. “God, you feel so good.” He buried his face in my neck again and kissed, licked, nibbled it. My mouth was wide open, as were my eyes, as he moved his fingers inside me magically. I couldn’t think about anything but the feel of his fingers and the way he was playing my body like a guitar. He still knew exactly how to touch me in such a way that, before long, my hips were bucking against his and I screamed out his name. He slipped his hand out of my jeans, moving up to brush my hair out of my face. He studied my face as though he’d never see it again. My mind was still coming back down to Earth as he helped me put my bra and shirt back on. Before I knew it, he was sitting next to me, pulling his shirt on. He kissed my lips, long and passionate and so amazingly. I wanted his hands on me again, even though they’d been gone only been a few minutes. “I don’t want to leave you, Cassie, but if I don’t leave now, we’re never leaving this parking lot,” he said, then pressed a kiss to my forehead. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him. I never wanted this feeling to end.

The engraved invitation I held was heavy in both my hand and my heart, but it confirmed I had the right address. I regarded the church before me with a sigh.
It all came down to this.
Cars parked nearby and guests streamed inside. I hung back, leaning against a tree. Id hoped I would catch a glimpse of her, but she must have gone inside before I got here. Everyone was dressed in their nicest clothing and chatted amongst themselves, enjoying the day that was sure to be filled with happiness and love.
My heart was being slowly ripped out of my chest.
People had stopped filtering into the churchthere was no time like the present. I slipped inside; maybe no one would notice me.
Excitement filled the interior, creating an almost audible hum. I went down a hallway to see if I could locate her. When I spotted women dressed in dark purple dresses, my heart sank. I had found her.
As the ladies talked and giggled, I pressed myself against the wall, praying they would be too caught up in their excitement to notice me. They walked right by me as though I were part of the decor. When they were out of sight, I continued down the hall until I saw the sign on the door. Brides Room.
Id known what to expect, but it didnt help. I was devastated all over again.
This should have been our day. She should be getting ready to walk down the aisle to marry me. If only I hadnt been such a disaster, it could have been me.
I rapped on the door and looked up and down the hall to see if anyone would come and interrupt me.
Come in, she called from the other side of the door. My breath caught in my throat. It had been five years since I heard her voice. I closed my eyes and gave the knob a slow turn, opening the door just enough for me to slip inside.
My heart stopped and my lungs failed when my eyes fell on her. She was facing away from me, watching through a full-length mirror. When she saw me, her eyes widened and she gasped. She wore a tiara on her head that caught the sunlight from the open window and a veil that fell down her back. Her long, red hair hung in curls. Her dress hugged her body in an amazing way and it was hard to look away. She was still as gorgeous as the day I last saw her. Her blue eyes still captivated me. It was like no time had passed, and she was the same girl who stole my breath the moment I first laid eyes on her in the diner.
If only I had been strong enough back then to hold on to her.
Jax, she said, and turned to face me. Her hands flitted down her dress, smoothing the fabric. What are you doing here?
I came for you, I said, stepping closer to her. Her eyes filled with tears and she shook her head.
You cant be here. Not today.
Cassandra. She winced when I said her full name. It felt wrong, too intimate to call her Cassandra after so many years apart. Cassie, you cant marry him.
Youve been gone for years, Jax. Years. Ive moved on. She tried to sound convincing, but her voice wavered. That little bit of hesitance gave me the courage to tell her what I came to say.
Please, please dont do this. I moved in closer until I was close enough to touch her. Running a finger down her arm, feeling her skin, the same electricity that was always between us sparked, and goose bumps washed over her flesh. She closed her eyes as though she were in pain, yet her body swayed toward me. I took her face between my palms, running my thumbs over the soft skin of her cheeks until she looked up at me. Her eyes were full of regret and tears.
Im getting married today, Jax. You cant be here. She said the words, but her body pressed closer to mine until only a breath separated our lips. Her eyes seemed to plead for me to take her away, yet also for me to just leave. She was torn, wanting me and pushing me away at the same time.
You dont have to get married. You could leave with me right now.
I cant. My family is here and his family is here and I cant just leave. What about Ben?
Of course her first thought would be about her son. We can leave through the back and Ill call my sister. Ry wont mind grabbing him and meeting us wherever we go.
She closed her eyes again and tears cascaded down her cheeks. I brushed them away with my thumbs. When she opened them, pain and uncertainty circled there. My eyes dropped to her lips and she parted them, pulling her full lower lip between her teeth. I met her gaze, where desire swirled with the uncertainty and pain.
That was all I needed. I closed the distance between our lips, and her eyes slid shut. A small sigh escaped her. I pressed my lips gently against hers, reveling in the warmth and the perfection of her mouth. She deepened the kiss, her tongue stroking against my lips until I opened them. Her hands slipped into my hair, holding on tightly as though I would disappear. I held her face between my hands, not wanting to let her go, afraid of what would happen when this moment ended.
She moaned and pressed closer to me until her body was melded to mine. One of her hands dropped down and grabbed the waist of my jeans, pulling me to her. Her body still felt familiar as I slid one of my hands down her torso and gripped her waist. Our lips moved in a frenzy as we clambered to get closer to one another. The need for her was painful. It had been five years since I held her this way and tasted her. I wanted more. I wanted to devour her and make it so she wouldnt want to leave. It was clear in my heart and mind that once our lips separated, the moment would be over.
As her hands tore at my shirt, trying to get underneath it, someone knocked on the door.
Cassie? a woman called through the door. She pulled away from me and the loss of her was an immediate ache. I wanted to pull her into my arms and convince her not to let this be the end.
It couldnt end this way.
Yeah? Cassie answered, attempting to catch her breath. She took a few hesitant steps away from me, but her hands were still clenching my shirt, holding me.
Its time. Are you ready?
Yeah. Just—” She sighed, closing her eyes. Just give me a minute, okay?
Sure. Ill wait for you down the hall.
Ill be there in a minute. Cassies eyes were full of resignation. They locked on mine.
Cassie, you dont have to do this.
I cant leave Nolan, Jax. I care about him. She let go of my shirt and took a few steps away from me, then turned back to the mirror. She ran a finger under her eyes and around her lips, fixing her slightly smudged makeup. When she was done she turned back to me and her eyes were no longer churning with emotion. She was surrounded by impenetrable walls. You have to leave, Jax.
Pain twisted my heart and my stomach dropped. Please, Cassie. Just give me a chance.
You had your chance. You had years to come back and now its too late.
I moved closer to her as the heavy pain in my chest made it hard to breathe. She held her hand up, stopping me. Im done, Jax. Im getting married. You need to leave.
I love you, I pleaded. I had to stop her from walking out the door and out on me. I felt her slipping through my fingers again, but this time I would fight for her. She gasped and her eyes widened briefly before she caught herself and her walls rose again.
If you wont leave, I will. She walked to the door, her dress rustling with her movements. Before she opened the door, she bowed her head, her back still to me, and she rested her hand on the doorknob. Goodbye, Jax.
She opened the door and stepped out, leaving me behind.
I stood in the middle of the room, still feeling her skin under my fingers and her lips against mine. I replayed her voice over in my head, aching to have her come back, but I had lost.
I had lost my reason.
Time lost meaning as I stood there, staring at the door and feeling the loss of her. Somehow, I found my way out of the room and then the church. Once I was in my truck, sadness overwhelmed me and I rested my head against the steering wheel. For the first time in years, I craved the oblivion alcohol gave me. Something, anything, to make this pain more bearable. But I had fought too hard for my sobriety to ruin it. Without hope, though, I wasnt sure what the point was.
I put the car in gear and drove away slowly, but I was leaving a huge part of myself back in the church.
The farther I got away from the church, my heart shattered. My hopes crashed and burned. I was gutted. For years, I had held the hope that I could fix thingsfix usonce I had vanquished my demons.
Now I had nothing. No hope. No dreams. My heart was broken beyond repair. I was left with sadness, grief, and regret.
Maybe I deserved to be left behind.



About The Author
Kristy Love
From the time she was old enough to form words into sentences, Kristy Love has been writing stories. She attended La Roche College and graduated with a Bachelor's Degree in Professional Writing. When she's not writing, Kristy can be found with her nose stuck in a book or spending time with her family and friends.
She lives with her husband and two girls in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

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