Forever
Hearts
By CJ
Martín
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary
Romance
Cover Design: Hang Le
Release Date: August 3, 2017
Synopsis
Best
friends aren’t meant to fall in love with each other…
From
the time I was five, Jesse Collins was my world. He was my partner in crime. My
best friend. My confidant.
We were
inseparable. Soul mates. Forever hearts. But all that changed when he took on a
new role. Lover.
He told
me to trust. To have faith. To believe in our love.
And I
did.
But we
all eat lies when the heart is hungry. And mine was damn hungry for Jesse
Collins. I couldn't stop myself from falling for him, even if I wanted to.
This is
our story. The good. The bad. The heartbreaking.
But in
the end, will the thread that binds us together be strong enough to weather the
storm?
I used
to think so, but now I’m not quite as sure…
Forever
Hearts is a friends to lovers new adult romance. If you like sexy and sweet,
hot and handsome, mixed with a whole lot of spice, then you’ll love this steamy
romance by best-selling author CJ Martín.
Excerpt
My body is already starting to
feel the effects after only two glasses of wine. My eyes find Jesse’s as Liza
uncorks the first bottle. His eyes communicate everything I need to know: I
got you. You’re safe. Have fun with your friend.
Knowing Jesse’s here, knowing he
wouldn’t let anything happen to me, I let myself indulge a little more than I
should. And by the time we’ve opened the second bottle, I’m feeling downright
giddy.
As Liza and I chat, Jesse remains
quiet, somewhat paying attention and occasionally commenting on or laughing at
something silly we say. But then the conversation turns to sex. I’m not even
sure how—well, that’s not true—I know exactly how this conversation
started: Liza.
The girl loves to talk about
anything and everything related to doing the deed, a trait that has earned her
the reputation of slut, but those close to her know the truth. She’s fairly
conservative in bed, and has had fewer partners than most.
“Come on,” she says, as she
munches on another handful of chips. “All I’m saying is that if they made wax
replicas of Chris Hemsworth’s penis, you’d buy one.”
I arch my brow skeptically and
cast a glance in Jesse’s direction. My eyes plead with him to jump in and end
the conversation, but his head is bent in concentration over his phone.
He’s probably texting Shelly.
He’s probably arranging their next hookup. He’s probably going to fuck her
after he leaves tonight.
I roll my eyes in disgust, but
then I’m annoyed at myself. Why do I give a shit about who Jesse hooks
up with?
“What?” Liza’s voice draws my
attention back. “I bet it’d be a bestseller. Certainly better than the Jack
Rabbit you have.”
“Liza!” My voice raises ten
octaves. “Okay, I think you’re cut off.”
I’d confessed one night when we
still roomed together that I preferred to use my vibrator, because it was
quicker and more efficient than any of the men I’d been with. It was silly girl
talk, and I never imagined that she’d share something so private.
“Sorry.” She shrugs and smirks at
Jesse, who’s now watching me with sudden interest. “It’s not like he doesn’t
jerk off.” She shrugs again. “We all do it. It’s biology.”
“Besides”―she tosses the bowl of
chips on the low coffee table―“weren’t you the one who said…”
“Enough.” I slice my hand through
the air.
“No,” Jesse interjects, voice
husky and holding more heat than I’ve ever heard before. “I want to hear this.”
He pins Liza with his gaze. “What did Ry say?”
Liza’s gaze jumps between Jesse
and me, her smile downright wicked. “That she has more fun with herself than
she ever has with any man.”
My face flames redder than a
lobster, shines more cherry red than a summer-ripe tomato. It’s like I have a
motherfucking third-degree sunburn.
Note to self: Kill Liza. Slowly.
The sound of Jesse sucking in a
breath is palpable, and I hear the soft whisper of his words. “Holy shit.”
My hands shield my face, and my
fingers dig into my scalp. How do I get myself into these situations? Yes, Liza
is my best girl friend and Jesse is, well, my best, everything, but
there are just some things that shouldn’t be discussed. Masturbating habits or
otherwise included.
Not even a minute later, Liza has
moved on to another inane topic, but my mortification doesn’t subside. The
heaviness of Jesse’s stare weighs on me all night, and every now and again, in
a moment of bravery, I sneak a glance his way. His blue eyes are round and
dark, pupils dilated, lips parted in the most enticing way, and for a crazy
moment I imagine those full lips on mine, on my breasts, on my belly, on my….
What. The. Fuck.
I’ve definitely had too much wine.
Blinking my eyes, I force my gaze
back to the program. I chuckle at the appropriate scenes, nod my head in
agreement whenever Liza says something that demands a response, but truthfully,
I’m freaking the fuck out. My mind is reeling, wondering if I read the heat in
Jesse’s eyes correctly, and if so, why the hell did I like it so much?
Meet
the Author
CJ Martín lives
in Pennsylvania with her wonderful husband and her adorable (sometimes
infuriating) dog, Albert. She is an avid reader and has been known to spend her
days ignoring her responsibilities while engrossed in a good book. She enjoys
traveling and yoga.
You can find her
on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Pinterest.
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