Forever
Hearts
By CJ
Martín
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance
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.
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Excerpt
I
shower, get dressed, make it all the way to my car, before I realize that I
left my cell phone in my apartment. I pat my pockets, check my purse, and
glance at the dashboard to see if the Bluetooth symbol is illuminated—it isn’t.
I groan audibly as I switch off the ignition and rush back into the cold. It’s
mid-March, yet the thermometer has barely reached thirty degrees this week, and
with the wind whipping through the air, the “real feel” is in the single digits.
Back
inside my apartment I locate my phone on the kitchen counter, still plugged
into the charger. As I pick it up, my eyes scan over several notifications, one
of which is a text message from Bill.
Bill:
Hi, Sweetie. Just got back from the airport with my parents. Reservations are
at seven. Are you on your way?
I
glance at the clock. It’s five forty-five. I can make it across town with plenty of
time to spare—I think. Bill’s perpetually early, as in, if we do not arrive
twenty minutes prior to the start of any function—and I do mean anyand every function—
he panics. He’s chronically early; I’m chronically late. We balance each other
out…in theory, anyway.
My
thumb swipes the screen, but my fingers are too cold to register the touch, so
I drop the phone and blow into my hands in an attempt to warm them up. A minute
later, I type a quick message to Bill.
Riley:
Omw. Left ten minutes ago.
This is
an outright lie; I’m still standing in my kitchen and I would
never text and drive. He should know that after nine months of
dating, but he simply agrees.
Bill:
Ok.
His
response is simple. Quick. Efficient. Just like him.
I knock
on Bill’s front door thirty minutes later—traffic was heavier
and slower than I anticipated. His mother and father are seated on the sofa.
It’s not the first time I’m meeting them, but every time they visit I have the
feeling I should be walking on eggshells. They’re prim and proper, formal,
refined—the exact opposite of me.
“Mr.
and Mrs. Lewg.” I smile as I embrace first his father, then his mother, in the
world’s most awkward hug. “So good to see you.”
“Lovely
to see you, dear.” Mrs. Lewg—Carole, though she’s never told me to call her
that—says. “Bill was just telling us he has a special announcement before we
leave for dinner.”
“Oh?” I
raise my eyebrows as I turn toward Bill. My mind quickly scans over our last
few conversations. I can’t remember him talking about any major deal
specifically, apart from the new property, but that deal closed weeks ago. All
right, okay, I may not pay one hundred percent attention when he
blabs on and on about investment properties or the price per square foot of Building
A versus Building B, but can you blame me? Commercial real estate is freaking
boring. Take it from me, I should know; it’s all Bill ever seems to talk about.
“Riley.”
Bill makes no effort to move from in front of the mantle where he stands, but
he extends his hand and pulls me toward him. “Can you come here for one second?
There’s something I want to ask you. Something I’ve wanted to ask you for a
long time.”
The
smiling face of my roommate pops to mind and her words bounce around my
brain. You’ll be engaged before me. But surely that’s not what
this is. We haven’t been together that long. I haven’t even given him a key to
my apartment yet. He just met my family.
“Riley
Ann Jones.” He takes both my hands, and I will myself to close my mouth, which
gapes open in the most unflattering way.
Oh,
shit. Oh, no. Fuck. Please don’t let him be asking what I think he’s going to—
“This
past year…” —nine months, I automatically correct in my head—
“has been the happiest year of my life. You’re everything that I want in a life
partner: smart, beautiful, kind, honest…”
I
swallow. I’m not so honest.
He
drops to one knee, looks up at me with caring brown eyes. “Would you do me the
honor of becoming my wife?”
My gaze
darts around the room, heart beating wildly in my chest, not from excitement,
but from fear.
His
mother smiles at me encouragingly, as Bill cracks open a small, velvet jewelry
box. “It was my grandmother’s. It’s been in our family for generations. I asked
my mother to bring it in with her.” He waves with his free hand to where his
parents sit. “It’s part of the reason why they flew in early.” He smiles again.
“So, will you? Will you be my wife?”
Holy
fuck. Bill scrunches his nose and
I press my lips together, sending another silent prayer heavenward that I didn’t
just say fuck in front of his parents. In front of my
(potential) future in-laws.
“Kind
of waiting on an answer here, Riley.” His voice jokes, but I can see the
tension around his eyes.
I
squeeze my eyes tight, swallow a deep breath, and nod. “Yes.” My voice is the
faintest of whispers. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
“Wonderful!”
his mother exclaims, clapping her hands in front of her chest. Bill pulls
himself to his feet and slips the ring onto my left finger. It’s delicate, a
solitaire, round-cut stone, light and classy, but it feels like a heavy anchor
pulling me down. I’m suffocating. Sinking. Drowning.
Mr.
Lewg claps Bill on the back. “Congratulations, son.” They shake hands as though
they’re business associates rather than father and son.
Bill
locks eyes with me, the megawatt smile that is plastered on every billboard
within a thirty-mile radius beams at me. He mouths “I love you,” but all I can
do is nod, because there’s only one thought looping through my mind right now,
and if I’m not careful, the words will escape and topple the house of cards
that I’ve struggled to build this entire year.
Those
words are on my mind throughout our indulgent, five-course meal.
They’re
there later that night when Bill makes love to me and tells me how happy he is.
And
they’re still there long after his breath has slowed and he has fallen asleep.
Then, and only then, do I let the devastating truth fall past my lips:
He’s
not Jesse.
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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