Blog Tour + Excerpt: No Falling Allowed (No Kissing Allowed #2) by Melissa West
- Joannie Rheault
- Jul 25, 2016
- 5 min read
WELCOME TO MY BLOG FOR THIS BLOG TOUR FOR NO FALLING ALLOWED FROM MELISSA WEST. TWO EXCERPTS ARE FEATURED WITH ALL THE OTHER INFORMATION YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THIS NEW ROMANCE. A GIVEAWAY IS ALSO INCLUDED!
TITLE: No Falling Allowed
SERIES: No Kissing Allowed #2 (Standalone) AUTHOR:Melissa West GENRE: New Adult Romance
PUBLISHED BY: Entangled Embrace RELEASE DATE: July 18th, 2016
My life just went South… Twenty-four hours. That’s how long it took my life to flip upside down. Wake up in bed alone after the best night of my life? Check. Get fired instead of the promised promotion? Check. Wealthy parents cut me off when I refuse to follow their path for my life? Check. Now I’m in Cricket Creek, SC—a place where no New Yorker belongs—disowned and broke, with a new job that I can’t mess up. Oh yeah, and staring at my one-night stand, who happens to be the complete opposite of my type. Southern. Cocky. Bartender. Noah Hunter never should have made it back to my apartment in NYC, and I definitely shouldn’t be in his small town. But fate had another plan. Or a horrible sense of humor. Who knew Mr. Wrong could feel so right…
NO KISSING ALLOWED SERIES
Book #1
No Kissing Allowed
Excerpt #1
I found myself wishing I lived in a simple studio, nothing grand, so he would feel we were on an even playing field. Somehow I knew that would impress him more than the reality—he’d come home with one of the wealthiest people in New York—hell, all of America.
I started to open the door, then paused and spun around, causing Hunter to bump into me. My body burned with embarrassment, and I wondered why I was so nervous. I’d hooked up with guys before, so what was so different about this?
I took in the stubble on his face, his buzzed hair, the waffle-knit shirt, worn jeans, all of it so unlike any other guy who’d been to my apartment. And that was when I had my answer—everything. Everything about this was different.
“My apartment…”
“Grace?” He bent forward, closing the small space between us, his hand covering mine over the doorknob, twisting. It was the first time he’d said my name, and I was surprised by how much it soothed me. I wished he’d say it again and again. The accent that had grated on my nerves mere hours before now sounded like slow, warm syrup, coating me in a caress I never knew I craved.
His breath hit my neck, and I lost my mind, all sense of reality. “Grace?” he repeated.
“Hmm…?”
“We don’t have to do this,” he whispered.
“I want to, I just…this…I’m…”
Hunter’s lips gently touched mine, ending my rambling midsentence, and the small spark in my stomach roared to life, spreading out through me in tingles that could warm me even in the coldest of winters. Apparently, I didn’t need a coat after all; I just needed Hunter.
“This is on you, City. Your choice. But I’m in. I’m so in.” For once, just once, I didn’t want to think. I turned the knob and walked inside, listening as Hunter shut the door behind us and turned the deadbolt, then there was only silence all around us—no lights, no sounds to distract us. Hunter took my hand, his eyes on me, and slowly kissed each of my fingers then tugged me toward him. His lips found mine, this time rougher, taking a deep inhale instead of a breath, nothing about it calm or pretty. I knew then and there that this, whatever it was, would be unlike any night I’d experienced before.
I led him to my room, my pulse hammering in my ears, my body unbelievably keyed up. I couldn’t stop thinking, couldn’t relax.
“Don’t do that.”
I turned in his arms, lifted my chin. “What?”
“Hide in here.” He kissed my forehead, then trailed slow kisses down the side of my face, heat hitting my ear as he whispered, “Let me take the worry away. For one night, just
be you.”
“One night?”
“One mind-blowing night.” Hunter’s hands dropped to my waist, his gaze following his hands, igniting my insides all over again. “What are you afraid of? Me…or yourself?”
Excerpt #2
“Shit.”
Scarlett followed my gaze and bit back a laugh. “Damn, that’s her? She’s pretty. Like, supermodel pretty.”
“I know.”
“You know?” She peered over at me, but I refused to meet her eyes. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you give anybody a semblance of a compliment. How well do you know her?”
I shrugged, my thoughts drifting back to Grace’s legs wrapped around my waist, my lips on her neck. “We met when I was in New York.”
“And…?”
“And that’s it.”
“It doesn’t look like that’s it. Maybe I should just go ask her.” Scarlett started toward Grace, and I all but tripped over myself to stop her. She grinned knowingly. “You like her.”
“What? No, I don’t.” I scratched my jaw, then went to work on the next table.
“All right, so why aren’t you seating them? Lindy’s a friend, even if she’s probably still in love with you.”
“Good God, do you ever shut up?”
“I will. As soon as you go seat them.”
“What exactly do I pay you for if I’ve got to seat the guests and scrub the tables?”
Scarlett beamed back. “My charm.”
“I’d like a refund, thanks.”
“You’re seriously refusing to go seat them, aren’t you?”
I sighed heavily and set down the dish bin I’d been carrying. “Clean the rest of these tables.” Then I walked toward the door, each step making me feel both enthralled and nauseous. I needed this girl out of my head before the whole town figured out how gone I was over her.
“Hey. Two?” I asked, my eyes on Lindy, before jumping to Grace, and damn. Her green eyes pierced through me, and all logical thought went out the window. “How was your night?” I asked, because clearly I was an idiot who couldn’t control himself anymore.
“Good.” She fidgeted. “Yours?”
“Same.”
“I saw you outside this morning. Nice Jeep.”
My eyes lifted back to hers from where they’d drifted to the floor like it could somehow save me from this conversation. “I saw you, too.” She tilted her head a little and bit her bottom lip, drawing me there. Walk away, man. Please, for the love of God, walk away. But I couldn’t. That invisible force between us, the one that had drawn me to her that night in New York, now wrapped around me, locking me to the spot—locking me to her.
MELISSA WEST
Melissa West writes heartfelt Southern romance and YA sci-fi romance, all with lots of kissing. Because who doesn’t like kissing?. She lives outside of Atlanta, GA with her husband and two daughters and spends most of her time writing, reading, or fueling her coffee addiction.
TOUR HOSTED BY
