Title: Forever Hearts
Author: CJ Martín
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Hang Le
Cover Design: Hang Le
Release Date: August 3, 2017
Blurb
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?
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?
Author Bio
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
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