Falling By Allyn Lesley

Book Title: Falling 

Author: allyn lesley 

Genre: Contemporary Romance/New Adult 

Release Date: September 27,, 2016 

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A good man falls seven times,
But I’m far from a good man.

I’ve got my own set of rules,
And I never stray from them.
I live by a simple set of guidelines and they’re easy to follow.

But when Chelsea Robinson walked into my garage,
The rules went out the door.
Suddenly, I was falling.
No, that's not right.
It was more like a crash-landing,
Because I sure as hell couldn't stop myself.
And now, I’m still falling,
Uncontrollably.
For a woman I shouldn’t even want.
But when love steps in, you have no option but to break your own rules.

Rating: ☆☆☆☆☆

Dyllan wasn't happy when his brother JC for bringing a car that the shop doesn't work on. Dyllan offered to be the chaffer to Emma to go see Chelsea. When they get to the college he wasn't happy to see another man touching her. When he got back, he had to go to his parents house and was surprised along with his brothers JC and EC when their father tells them that he is going to be retiring from the business. When he was told that he was going to run the business he didn't think that he deserved it.
Dyllan had a hard life. He likes to draw and fix cars. He can't get Chelsea out of his head, EC and JC's younger brother. Chelsea is a college student, cant stop thinking about Dyllan. Emma's sister. JC "Jackson", Dyllan's older brother by a year. EC's twin brother. Emma's boyfriend. EC "Ellwood", Dyllan's older brother, JC's twin. Chuck's namesake. Chuck is Dyllan, EC and JC's father, started Sterling's Auto Center. He is retiring, married to Anna. Anna is married to Chuck, wants to see all of her kids happy. Emma is JC's girlfriend, Chelsea's sister. 

This is my first book by Allyn Lesley and I can honestly say that this book will not be my last. This book is very well written and the characters are very well developed. I loved how well I felt connected to the characters. I found this book very hard for me to put down.

“Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?”

“Anita,” Chelsea says, looking like the Cheshire Cat.

Her low, satin-like voice is doing all kinds of things to my cock. I barely respond with, “Anita who?”Maybe I can cool down with a sip of water. My hand finds one of the bottled waters I’d pulled out from the refrigerator earlier.

“Anita dick inside me!” she says, cracking up.

Water comes flying from between my lips. Chelsea is beside me, cackling, and I’m choking. Did she just say she needs a dick inside her? I can’t catch my breath. I think about my next move. How much can I say?Fuck it. Might as well be upfront. Once I collect myself and put the bottle down, I catch and hold Chelsea’s gaze. “How about mine?”

“What?” she whispers, leaning away from me in a hurry.

I move closer to her as I’ve longed to do since we sat down. I have to touch her, and I settle on fingering a few of her long curls, twirling them around. I’m trying to collect myself and not come off as a desperate fool. I take in a few deep breaths to help me regain some of my composure. “I know where I’d like this to end, Chelsea.”

Her tongue slips through her lips and moistens them. I move closer to her, breathing her in, and I do believe I could actually come right now. Mutual desire saturates the air as our eyes connect and our bodies lean in at the same time. Unable to decide where to touch again, my hands drop to her thighs, where her skirt is hiked up.

Counting helps to calm me down. “I’ve been dying to see what’s under this thing since I saw you at the garage.” My hand slides up from her bare flesh to the edge of her skirt.

She hesitates, even though her mouth opens.

“Come on; you can tell me,” I prompt.

“I’ve wanted to see more of this for the last two weeks.” Her hand travels up my arm then grips it.

That’s all I needed to hear. I drag her over my lap so she’s straddling me. Her skirt rides up even more. All of her is exposed: gorgeous thighs and her more-than-handfuls ass cheeks. My hands get greedy, palming the body part—one of many—that has driven me wild since seeing her in those denim cut-offs. My finger trails down the thin strip of material that’s between her ass.

“Mmm,” she hums.

“Chels, you have to tell me to stop.” I give her an out, just in case she needs one. But she rubs her barely-covered pussy on me, and I take that as her answer.

“I don’t want you to stop.”

 

 

allyn lesley writes real stories about real people.

As a teen, allyn lost herself in the pages of some of Romance’s heavyweights, trusting that a happy ever after was just around the corner. In allyn’s own writing journey, as in life, she’s learned that people don’t always experience recovery and restoration after a fall. Her stories speak to the gritty side of life where the right choice isn't always easily identified and happiness not quickly gained.

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