Fallen Crest Home
Fallen Crest #6
By Tijan
Genre: Young Adult/New Adult/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 17, 2017
Synopsis
It’s been years since my mother was in my life.
I healed.
I learned to accept love.
I lived.
That’s all done. She was away, and now she’s back.
I’ve avoided her for a year and a half, but I can’t hide anymore.
Mason has an internship in Fallen Crest, so we’re heading back for the summer.
And when we got there—no one was prepared for what happened.
Fallen Crest Family
Book Two
Chapter One
When I arrived at the party, it
was the largest I had ever seen. The mansion was filled with people. The doors
had been left open and the overflow spilled out to the front lawn. The driveway
went around a large fountain, which a few girls had gotten into. Their shirts
were soaked to their skin and their hair was messily rumpled, giving them the
wet sexy look. I knew the guys, who stood with their drinks at the side,
enjoyed the view. More than a few had that dark promise in their eyes. They
wanted sex and they wanted it now. One of the girls squealed as a guy swept her
in the air.
I rolled my eyes and pushed past.
Public parties were always considered the
best, but this was in a whole new league.
When I stepped onto the front steps, a blast
of heat came at me from inside. There were people everywhere. I pushed through
the crowd until I was on a back patio. The backyard stretched out with another
pool, a basketball court, and a tennis court. There was too much to even look
at with all the people, but I could tell the place was phenomenal.
Some girls dashed past me, giggling, while
guys chased after them.
Then someone bumped into me from behind. I
heard, “Oh, I’m sorry,” before I turned around and saw who it was. I found
myself staring in the crystal blue eyes of Adam Quinn, someone whom I had
considered a friend until two months ago.
“Oh.” His voice dropped, and he stood there
without saying anything else. After a moment passed, he glanced to the side and
slid his hands into the front pockets of his jeans.
I smirked. He was dressed appropriately with
custom-tailored jeans and a loose-flowing shirt that was left unbuttoned. A
white tank was underneath. It fitted like a second skin to his abdominal
muscles and chest. I saw that he had been working out more, but whatever. What
did I care? He had dropped our friendship two months ago, and since Adam was
the Golden Boy for our school, Fallen Crest Academy, everybody else had
followed suit. No one talked to me anymore, even his neighbor, the one person I
had come to consider as a real friend.
I asked, though maybe I shouldn’t have,
“How’s Becky?”
He flinched.
A small sense of triumph flared through me,
but it was so small, and it was gone instantly.
“Uh,” he looked away before his jaw hardened,
and he met my gaze again. This time he didn’t blink. “She’s good. I think she’s
dating someone from your school.”
“My school?”
“FCP. You know what I mean. Their school,
you’re one of them now, so…your school.”
“I still go to Fallen Crest Academy.”
He clenched his jaw. “I heard something
else.”
All senses went on alert. I knew what he was
talking about, but I hadn’t known it was already on the gossip mill. This
wasn’t good. “What’d you hear?”
He shrugged and looked away. There it was. I
knew it was only a matter of time. Adam could never be honest with me for too
long.
“What’d you hear?”
“Come on, Sam.”
“Come on, what?” I knew he was going to
leave. I sensed it and grabbed his arm as he started to inch away. “What did
you hear?”
“Let go of me.” His eyes hardened as he
looked over my shoulder. “I don’t think I’m supposed to be talking to you.”
“What are you talking about…” But the words
left me as an arm snaked around my waist and pulled me back against a hard
chest, a very hard chest.
Mason’s chin came to rest on my shoulder and
he breathed out. The air caressed my neck, and I felt the possession in his
demeanor. A tingle raced through me, especially when his hand slid down my
waist to rest on my hip. He pressed me back against him again. I felt every
inch of him now and fought against closing my eyes when my desire started to
overtake me.
“I should be going,” Adam mumbled before he
turned. But then he stopped. His face was twisted in an unnamed emotion.
“Thanks for inviting everyone to the party.”
“Not my party.” Mason straightened against my
back. His hands held me firmly in place, but I could feel the coldness from him
now.
Adam didn’t squirm; he straightened and never
looked away. He had learned. Then his eyes caught mine for a second before he
looked away again. A shiver went over me. I saw his anger in that second, but
he only replied, “Your best friend’s place. Your party.”
“This is Nate’s party?” I twisted around, but
Mason didn’t let go of me. His hands had a firm grasp on my hips. When he
didn’t look down, his gaze still fixed over my shoulder, I slid a hand around
his neck and tilted him downwards. He met my gaze then and I tried to stop
myself from melting. His green eyes softened and a small grin came over him.
When he lifted a hand to rub against the top of my lip, I closed my eyes. A
groan escaped me before I realized what I was doing. Then I grabbed his hand.
“Stop.”
“Stop what?” His amusement was evident.
“This is Nate’s party?” That meant one thing.
This was his place, but did that mean…”Is Nate moving back?”
And then someone threw his arms around us and
we were pulled in for an even tighter hug. “Hello, my peeps!” Logan’s breath
smelled of booze and as he hugged us again. “I love you guys and you know what
else I love?”
Mason grimaced, but I still caught the small
grin at the corners of his lips. He deadpanned, “Nate’s pussy?”
Logan threw his head back and let loose a
hoot. Then, even as he died down, he couldn’t wipe the silly grin off his face.
And he wasn’t trying, not even the slightest. “Yeah, maybe.” His eyes turned to
me and I was caught by the intensity in them. An abnormal look of earnestness
was in them, albeit slightly blurred from booze, but it was there. It was the
most sincere expression Logan had allowed me to see in a long while. He
reminded me of a five-year-old little boy in that moment, one with shaggy brown
curls and dark chocolate eyes that made so many girls’ hearts melt. “Did Mason
tell you? Nate’s moving back for the last half of the year. How fucking fantastic
is that?”
Very. Nate was the fourth member in our
group, but it hurt. He hadn’t said a word, but Mason couldn’t stop from
grinning at Logan so I forced myself to put it away. Nate was back. That was
all that mattered, and then realization hit me as I looked around. This
enormous place was his.
“This is Nate’s place?”
Yet, even as I asked, I knew it was. Both of
them didn’t answer, silent as I looked around again. There were so many people
at the party. I recognized a few from my school, obviously with Adam there, and
I knew there were students from Fallen Crest Public as well. I saw a few of
Mason and Logan’s friends and figured more from their school were there as
well, but two schools couldn’t have been everyone? Who else was there?
“Dude, tell her.”
Mason admitted with a smirk, “Nate’s got some
high placed friends.”
Just then a well-known actor strolled past us
with his arm around two girls.
My mouth dropped open. I couldn’t believe it,
but I should’ve. Nate’s parents were movie directors. When he wasn’t getting in
trouble with Mason and Logan, they tried to keep him with them as often as
possible. Of course he would’ve met more than a few from the Hollywood scene.
But, still, I couldn’t believe it.
I grasped Mason’s hand and squeezed tight.
“My mom has a huge crush on him.”
He wrenched his hand away as he stepped back.
Logan held up both arms. “Hey, whoa. Too much information, girly.”
“What?”
Mason grimaced. “We don’t want to know who
your mom jerks off to.”
“What?” Oh my word. They thought—I sputtered
out, “No, I didn’t mean, I mean, NO!”
Then both started to laugh. Soon their
shoulders shook as more laughter slipped from their clasped lips.
A wave of embarrassment came over me. I was
pissed and mortified. When I lifted a hand to slap Mason’s arm, he caught it
instead and twirled me so I was in his arms again. My back was to his chest and
his arms came around in front of me. He turned so we faced Logan before his
hands slid down to hold my hips still as he started to rub against me.
Logan cringed. “Oh please, guys. I live with
you.”
Mason bent forward so his lips were next to
my ear. I felt them curve into a grin. His breath tickled my skin. “Feel free
to go away now, brother.”
“Correction.” Logan flashed us a dark look.
“I have to live with you. I need to rectify that soon.” Then he saluted us both
with two fingers in the air as he turned and walked away. He hadn’t gone more
than a few steps before his stroll turned into a saunter. His hands slid into
his front pockets, his shoulders leaned forward a bit, and a different vibe
came over him. It wasn’t a surprise when a group of girls clambered over to
him. With his shoulders hunched forward, it gave him a vulnerable appeal that
was almost irresistible to girls when it was mixed with an already dangerous reputation.
Mason chuckled against my ear. Then he caught
it with his teeth and bit down gently.
Tingles raced through me and I lifted to my
toes as his teeth scraped against the bottom of my earlobe. He drew it out,
gently and lovingly. Sensually. A burst of heat flared between my legs. The
same throb started deep. As his hips moved forward, I felt him behind me and
closed my eyes from the pleasure. The throbbing was almost too much now. The
same desire I always felt for him started to take over. I felt my control
slipping.
“Mason,” I gasped as I arched my back against
him. My arm lifted to behind his neck. When I held him in place, his lips
started to nibble downwards and I was barely conscious of being turned in his
arms. My breasts were pushed against his chest and he lifted one of my legs so
he could fit further between them. I arched against him. I gasped for breath,
but his mouth covered mine instantly.
He took control.
He commanded his entrance, and I was helpless
against him. His tongue slipped inside my mouth. Mine brushed against his. A
growl emanated from him. It sent a rush of power through me that was
intoxicating. I wanted more and my tongue met his again, this time to brush
slowly against his. Then I pulled away, but not before I flicked the tip of my
tongue against his top lip. As my eyelids lifted, heavy and saturated from
lust, I saw the answering yearning in his. Then his eyes flashed in
determination, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before Mason would be in me, deep
and hard.
An elated shiver ran through me. I wanted
nothing more than that.
“I know the two of you are horny rabbits and
in love and all that, but I don’t think you want to make an amateur sex tape
right here.”
We broke apart, panting, and took in the
grinning sight of Nate’s face. He gestured to where a group had congregated. I
saw more than a few cameras in the air with fingers to the record buttons.
“Hi, Nate,” I croaked out. A heated rush of
embarrassment flooded me. I couldn’t believe I had almost lost control or that
Mason had as well. He set the tone most of the times. I trusted him, but a
tingle of addictive power went through me as I remembered the sound of his own
groan. I held him as captivated as he held me.
Mason cursed under his breath but swept us
around so his back was to the group and I was shielded from the audience.
“Hi, Sam.”
I flinched at how cheery Nate sounded.
Mason’s hand swept down before he held my face to his shoulder. I felt his
tension as his voice reverberated through his chest. “Thanks, man.”
“Any time.” His tone was amused. Then I felt
Nate’s lips on my forehead. He whispered before he darted off, “It’s good to
see you too, Sam. Take care of my boy.”
Mason groaned as he brushed my hair from my
face and looked down into my eyes. I tilted backwards and saw the warmth in his
gaze. My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t believe it. We’d been official for
two months, but it never got old. He never got old. He never tired of me. I
wasn’t sure what I would do if that happened, if any of those nightmares
occurred.
All I knew, as Mason continued to hold me to
his chest, was that I couldn’t lose him. Who the hell was I trying to kid? I
couldn’t lose any of them, Mason, Logan, or even Nate. They were the only
friends I had in my life now.
I felt panic start to rise, but I forced it
down. I had to. I couldn’t lose it, not in his arms. Never in his arms.
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Meet the Author
Tijan is a New York Times Bestselling author that writes suspenseful and unpredictable novels. Her characters are strong, intense, and gut-wrenchingly real with a little bit of sass on the side. Tijan began writing later in life and once she started, she was hooked. She’s written multi-bestsellers including the Carter Reed Series, the Fallen Crest Series, and the Broken and Screwed Series among others. She is currently writing Fallen Crest Seven (untitled) along with so many more from north Minnesota where she lives with a man she couldn’t be without and an English Cocker she adores.
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Thanks for sharing!! Love this series and Fallen Crest Home was excellent! She is a fabulous writer!!
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