Title: Break
Me
Author: Ashley Christin
Release Date:
April 10, 2015
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Returning back for the spring
semester of college, Brealynn and her best friend, Kelsey, are ready to start a
new chapter.
After the loss of their mother, Pro BMX rider Colt Taylor
and his brother, Parker, hope to rebuild their lives by concentrating on
competitions.
One night brings them together.
One night shatters it all.
Can they survive the
break?
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As I round the corner, I run
right into a solid chest and fall backwards, landing ungracefully on my
ass.
How. Freaking.
Embarrassing.
“Whoa! Are you
okay?” a deep voice
drawls.
I’m scared to look
up.
“Yeah – I -
I’m fine. Sorry,” I stutter to his tan flip-flop
feet.
“Crashes happen every
day. You should really take a defensive walking course, though,” his
voice full of humor rumbles through me and shakes my whole being.
I slowly look him over,
sweeping my gaze from his feet up his bare tan legs, to a navy blue towel hung
very, very low on his hips. I follow the V-line up where it blends into a firm
six pack, and then to the amazing chest I just ran into. He has the most
incredible sleeve that snakes up his arm, and wraps around his shoulder and
probably continues onto his back like it does his chest, which is lean muscle
toned to perfection.
I’m horrified by the
time I look at his face, for many reasons. One being, I just ran smack into him
and landed on my ass. Two, by the cocky grin that is on his face, he totally
just caught me checking him out. Three, I’m staring into the warmest
set of
brown eyes I’ve ever
seen.
He squats down to my level and
offers me his hand. I’m totally distracted by the intricate details
of his tattoo, the black and orange combination of artwork that starts at his
wrist and travels upward. Colorful designs, one being a bike chain,
stands out as it waves across his
forearm.
I want to trace each one with
my finger…or tongue. Either one. It doesn’t
matter.
Gah! What is going on with
me?
I’m drooling over
someone I don’t even really know. He clears his throat and redness
spreads over my cheeks as I realize his hand has been extended for quite a
while. I grasp his hand as he helps me stand. Not releasing his grip, he
introduces himself—not that he needed
to.
“I’m Colt
Taylor.”
I am feeling a little
lightheaded, and I don’t know if it is from the fall, his touch, or
his stare.
“I-I’m
Brealynn. I’m sorry about that, Colt,” I say, a little
breathless.
Damn girl, get a hold of
yourself!
“Not a problem. I got
to meet a beautiful girl.” He flashes a straight white smile that
contrasts against his sun-tanned skin. As if in deep thought, he stares at me a
minute too long. “Did you enjoy your break?” He tilts his
head slightly.
I’m lost in thought
again checking out this gorgeous man. Colt’s grin is holding the
sexiest pair of dimples in place. His hair is styled into a wet perfect mess of
a faux hawk. He should be illegal. I feel a slight tug on my hand and snap back
to the conversation.
“I – um
– good?”
I really need to pay
attention.
I haven’t ever really
talked to Colt. There have been glances here and there, but that was the
beginning of freshman year. Then, he was gone for over six months …
I would have remembered any words with this
man.
“You don’t
seem so sure. Who put the clouds in those beautiful eyes of yours?”
He is currently rubbing circles slowly around my hand. I don’t
realize that we have closed our distance to one another until I can feel his
breath on my face, his eyes
seeing
into my
soul.
“Today’s
forecast is clear. That’s all you need to know.” I step
back with a smile on my face. Where this bout of courage came from, I have no
idea. The fact that he notices something is on my mind, means nothing.
I’m serious. It
doesn’t.
I’m a shitty
liar.
“Well, I love the
sunshine, if you ever want to come outside and
play.”
“I’ll
consider it.”
And I
will.
“Please do. I know I
will be thinking about you coming…probably when I am lying in my bed
at night.” He shrugs and winks while releasing the hold he had on my
hand.
“See you around,
Brealynn.”
I just stand there dazed as he
walks off down the hall. As he lays where?
What?
Damn.
Ashley Christin lives in north
Dallas with her long-term boyfriend and their lab, Sadie. When she
isn’t in scrubs making cute kids cry, you can find her typing away on
her computer while Sadie whines every thirty minutes. Ashley worked as a
cosmetologist for several years, but was soon called into nursing and from there,
writing.
“If it’s
not fun, I’m not doing it.” That’s what Ashley
says majority of the time. She lives for fun and loves making people
laugh.
Laughter is the best medicine,
after all.
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