Author: Kristen Hope Mazzola
Release date: November 7, 2013
18+ New Adult romance
Mags McManus has just become a war widow in her mid-twenties. Her late husband, Randy, left for the Army right after their wedding. Instead of celebrating his homecoming and living in marital bliss with her soulmate, Mags finds herself living in constant agony. Dealing with the guilt of still living without Randy, are Randy's best friends and parents.
Rising from the ashes of this tragedy, Mags starts to learn how to love and trust again, finally being able to find happiness. But sometimes things really are too good to be true and again Mags learns how cruel the world can be as she crashes back down.
About The Author:
Kristen Hope Mazzola is an up and coming independent author from sunny South Florida. Crashing Back Down was her debut into the literary world. Kristen is currently working on the rest of her Crashing Series, which will include a sequel, Falling Back Together, and a prequel, Walker Away. She even has a few more tricks up her sleeve, with more characters to introduce and more twists to unravel, so keep your eye on this talented young author!
When Kristen is not driving a pen into paper, she enjoys reading all different genres and fishing. “There is just something so magical about water and the calm it brings to my life,” says Kristen. Even though writing is not her only career she is pursuing, Kristen hopes to one day be a full time writer. Having a day job and a busy life, makes finding time for writing difficult, but anything worthwhile in life is difficult. Loving life, writing, and fishing basically make up her world.
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Excerpts: (Please note these excerpts are subject to change and is in the editing process)
Once the song came to an end, I felt Walker’s soft lips barely graze my ear asking me if I was ready for another drink. My entire body buzzed with excitement as I agreed and let him lead me through the crowd by our intertwined fingers. I was practically giddy with attraction and lust by the time the beer brushed my lips. I turned my back to the bar, leaning against it to relax and people watch for a moment. Walker turned to me, resting his hand on my knee and leaned in to give me a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’m having a great evening, for the first time, in too long…” His husky, southern voice trailed off in my ear as a goofy grin spread across my face. I nodded and mouthed the words “me too” in his direction.
A familiar pair of eyes caught my attention from across the bar and my blood went cold. Kris Brennan was a fling that had entertained me during one wild spring break cruise Cali and I took together during college. Kris and his fraternity brother, Braden, were a secret buried down deep in our girl’s week that we swore to never tell our guys about. Randy and I were in the middle of an epic battle of stubbornness during that time and were on a “break”. That week had forever been referred to as our spring fling but only in the confidence of Cali’s and my friendship.
I had barely seen Kris since, even though we went to the same college and were both actively part of Greek life. I think it was because I avoided him, and his entire fraternity for that matter, at all costs. The handful of times I had seen him, he always referred to my love for key lime pie or some other snide reference to our sex-capade of an encounter. I gulped as he held his beer up to gesture 'hi' to me with a wide devilish grin on his charming face as his eyes darted to my ring-less finger. To my horror he started to make his way around the bar to us. He was just about a few inches shorter than Walker, built kind of like a soccer player, which, standing next to Walker’s line-baker form, made Kris look puny. If Kris wasn’t such a sleaze ball, I would have still considered him attractive with his sandy blonde hair and big, round, chestnut eyes.
My entire body tensed as his velvety voice, as sexy as he could make it, breathed a hello in my direction. I did the polite half hug, kiss on the cheek gesture of, “Hey Kris,” that he went in for as Walker’s grip on my knee tightened to an almost painful level.
Pulling away as quickly as I could from Kris’s awkward embrace, I put my hand on top of
Walker’s and introduced the guys. Walker’s eyes were sending laser beams into Kris’ as they greeted each other with only head nods; not even shaking hands or words were attempted.
“How do y’all know each other?” Walker had been protective of me the whole time I’d known him, so this was not a new response, and I was a little uneasy to answer the question. While I fumbled for words, Kris answered for me, “We met on a cruise a few years back during spring break.”He paused, winked at me and then unfortunately added, “We had the pleasure of getting to know each other really well.”
That was it; the deal breaker. I saw the statement register in Walker’s brain, settle in, and then fester. His face was boiling red within seconds. I was paralyzed. I knew I was about to watch a train wreck in slow motion and there was nothing I could do about it. When I saw Walker’s fist connect with Kris’ cheek bone, I knew this could escalate into an awful situation quickly.
I jumped off my bar stool and stood in between Walker and Kris, while Kris stumbled back a few steps, holding his cheek. Behind me, Walker huffed and grunted. “Got something else to say, Slick?”
To my surprise, even with the gentle stream of blood staining his white cotton shirt, Kris shook his head, wiped the blood off with the back of his hand and chuckled. “Nah, man. I didn’t realize you two were together. Sorry Mags. See ya.”
I leaned back on my hip, arms crossed, looking at Kris with complete bewilderment. “Yeah, see ya around, Kris.” Without another word, he left us alone. Walker wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his broad, protective body, kissing my shoulder gently. “No one will ever imply something like that scumbag just did and get away with it. What a douche, trying to make it sound like he hooked up with you.” He laughed a little and then stopped, realizing I wasn’t denying it. Quickly, he spun me around in his arms and looked dead into my eyes. “Mags, he was lying, right?”