Title : Catch My Fall (The Catch Series #1)
Author: Ella Fox
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release: October 10,2013
Cover Designed By: Melissa Gill
Synopsis
Mia Reeve’s faith, trust and sense of security were all taken away in the blink of an eye. In need of a fresh start, she settles into a new town and begins to make a new life.
Tristan Chamberlain has always kept girls at arms length and he has no intention of changing. He’s caring, smart, handsome, but he’s also dealing with a lifetime of guilt that’s slowly but surely destroying him.
Sometimes the thing that you run from is the one thing that will save you.
Separately, they’re both free-falling. Together, they’re about to find that love can create the strongest safety net of all.
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This was a fantastic New Adult Romance. It had my attention from the very beginning and I couldn’t put it down until I was finished. Very well written with excellent characters. This is a great story not just about romance but also growing as a person and being happy with who you are.
Tristan and Mia were fantastic characters and made a great couple. They both have some serious baggage from their childhoods but they actually complement each other very well. When they first meet Tristan is a player and Mia is struggling to get through each day and is very shy, especially around guys. It doesn’t take long for Tristan to tame his behavior and Mia to come out of her shell. All of the characters had unique personalities and they felt like real people.
The story was well put together and it was very easy for my mind to picture it like a movie. I felt all of the emotions with the characters and devoured this book in under a day. I also really loved the support shown by Mia’s family (well, the ones that matter). This was wonderful story and I can’t wait to read book 2. This is a solid 5 out of 5 books for me!
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Author Info
Ella Fox is a thirty-something (not that far off from forty) author who writes like a woman possessed whenever she gets the chance! She is the author ofThe Hart Family Series,The Renegade Saints Series andThe Catch Series.
When she’s not writing, Ella indulges the gypsy in her blood and travels the country. Ella loves reading, movies, music, buying make-up, reading Tmz, Twitter and pedicures… not necessarily in that order. She has a wild sense of humor and loves to laugh. Her favorite thing in the world is hanging out with her family and watching comedy movies.
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Prologue
The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.
~ Ernest Hemingway
The punches flew through the air, almost no time passing between the loud sounds of fist hitting skin again and again. I screamed for it to stop, for everything to stop, but my screams did nothing, did not even cause a pause in the beating. Wherever he had gone, he couldn’t hear me.
Forcing my sore and broken body up off the tile floor, I stumbled over to where they were. Lurching forward, I grabbed his arm with both hands as I tried to pull him away. My hands on his skin seemed to bring him back to reality, at least for a moment, but I feared that he would go back to that dark place again if I didn’t ground him somehow.
I heard the distant sound of sirens, and although ten minutes ago I had been praying for that sound, now I was terrified. There was no doubt in my mind that the police would arrest him and take him away from me if I didn’t calm him down and get myself together enough to tell the police exactly what happened. Even scared and injured, I knew that I needed to force myself to stay strong for him. I’m more afraid of losing him than I am of anything else.
His eyes… the beautiful eyes that I’ve come to love so much were full of rage and pain, and I knew he was far away in his head. Letting go of his arm, I lifted both of my hands up and cupped his face, forcing him to look at me.
I could barely croak words from my sore and swollen throat, my screams having depleted my voice to almost nothing. Still, I managed to force the necessary words out, needing him to listen to me so that the police wouldn’t find him wide-eyed and raging.
“Stan, you have to pull yourself together. I need you. I. Need. You.”
My words broke through whatever fugue state he was in, and my heart broke as he crumbled. He dropped to his knees, wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face against my stomach before he forced out one word.
“Mimi…”
Excerpt
The two of us huddled together over the table as we turned all of the pieces right side up and separated out all of the border pieces. From time to time our arms brush together, something that was I enjoying far too much. He smelled amazing, so good that it made me ache to touch a lot more than just his arm.
Our heads were close together in our position over the table and it was making me a little (okay, a lot) crazy to be so close to him. I wasn’t focusing on the puzzle at all and my hands had stopped trying to assemble the border. Turning his head to me, he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. We were eye to eye staring at each other, the silence trapped between us.
I saw him leaning closer as his hands came up to cup my face, and I didn’t pull away or try to stop him. For the first time in my entire life, I really, really wanted to be kissed. It’s not like I’ve never been kissed before; clearly I have. But when you’re the child of someone who got pregnant in high school, you get a lot of safety lectures. Add to that the fact that my father has never missed an opportunity to espouse what a selfish and manipulative person my mother is for ‘trapping’ him and what a ‘burden’ her ‘tricks’ had been for him and I think it’s clear to see why I steered away from intimacy in high school like it was my job.
Tristan’s lips covered mine gently as he started softly before deepening the kiss. When we turned to face each other fully, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and ran my fingers through his hair. He tasted better than I could ever have imagined, and he kissed me like he had a cheat-sheet for what would make me feel the best. I’ve never been kissed so passionately, or held as if I really matter to someone. Tristan cradled me in his arms like I was precious to him.
We pulled apart at the same time a few minutes later, and because he didn’t let me go, I didn’t let him go, either. We stared at each other in silence for a few moments, and I smiled shyly at him, even as I felt a blush steal across from my face.
He smiled back at me as he continued to stare at me with a look of confusion as the seconds passed before he spoke. “Holy Hell Mia… You make me feel… I don’t even know. Different?”
That’s like the pot calling the kettle black. The way I feel around Tristan is entirely new. “Right back at you,” I said quietly.
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