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The Taking the Fall series, all four volumes for only $0.99 each, are now all released and the series is complete. Alexa Riley is celebrating with a Carter POV exclusive and a $100 gift card giveaway! Plus, check out some sexy series teasers that are so HOT they need to come with their own ice cold drink and fan! Yowsa don't say we didn't warned you! ;)
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Taking the Fall Prologue: Carter's Point of View
The guards keep their distance from me because, after a few years in here, they’ve learned to give me space. Not that I cause a lot of problems, just that I’m so fucking big that shit can get real in a hurry, and they don’t want to be next to my arm when it starts swinging.
I have a visitor today and I’m curious to see who it is. I’ve got a lot of enemies who would love to pay me a visit, but most of them are wanted and keep clear of prisons.
As I walk through the door to the visiting center, I look around the empty room and take a seat at the metal table. The guards stand along the wall behind me and relax a little. This must not be anyone they’re worried about if they seem so casual.
I hear the door on the other end of the room open, and I turn around to see my Cherry walking in.
Seeing her is almost like a punch to the stomach. “What the fuck are you doing here, Cherry?” I say, standing up so fast the chair under me nearly topples. Goddamn it, how did she get away from her guards?
She walks right up to me and—without preamble—asks, “Did you get my letters?” That’s the reason she’s here? I feel my heart beating out of my chest, and I try to play it cool. I don’t want the guards to touch her, so I don’t need to cause a reason for them to separate us.
“Yeah, I got them,” I say, but what I want to tell her is how much I love them. How they’re the only thing that get me through this hell of being away from her. But I can’t. No one can know how I feel about her.
“But…you never…” I watch as she processes what I’ve said, and it takes everything in my body not to go to her and make her understand that I’m doing this for her own good.
“Ever think there was a reason I didn’t respond? I threw them out. I don’t want you here.” It’s a lie, and it hurts to tell it, but I have to protect her. It hurts even more when I see the pain flash across her face. I hate putting it there but this is how it has to be if she doesn't want more torment to rain down on her. This is the only way to keep her safe. And it only works if she’s as far away from me as possible.
I watch her as she finally takes in the sight of me. Her eyes move up and down my body, and I can tell she likes what she sees. I haven’t been able to focus on anything but the shock of her presence, but when I eventually look at her body, I can’t control my reaction. She’s wearing a white v-neck t-shirt that shows off her big tits. It clings to her curves, and I can see her nipples are hard. She has really turned into a woman over the years. She’s wearing tight jeans and those goddamn heels of hers she always wears. All they do is make my dick hard, and she fucking knows it.
I grit my teeth so hard I feel like my jaw might crack, and I snap. Before I know it I find myself across the room with her in my arms and my mouth on hers. I can’t deny myself the touch of her lips any longer. She’s soft and sweet and, fucking hell, does she feel good against me. Her body melts to mine. It feels like my own body has finally found what it’s been searching for. I’ve waited for this moment since the second I laid eyes on her, and it’s more than I ever thought it would be. I can’t squeeze her tight enough, can’t kiss her hard enough, can’t breathe her into my body fast enough.
I kiss her with everything in me, wishing that she could hear my silent plea to wait for me. I try desperately to physically show her what I can’t tell her. I’m so distracted by our kiss that I don’t realize she’s been ripped away from me until it’s too late.
Three guards hold me down on the table, and I try to control my temper. It’s been years since I’ve seen her and, just like everything else in my life, it’s being torn from me. I could easily get them off of me, but I’m not looking to add time on to my sentence and mess up my plans. When I’m free I can have her, protect her from what is coming.
“Fuck, Cherry, never thought I was the jealous type,” I say, and try to control the anger coursing through me. It feels like a living thing. “Until you. Now get your fucking hands off her.” I snarl at the guards. I can’t stand the thought of someone else touching her. I’ve never cared about women before but ever since the day I saw my girl, I was done. And seeing other hands on her is enough to make me crazy. If I can’t have her no one else sure as fuck can. I don’t care if it’s selfish. She is mine until I take my last breath.
“Get. Them. The. Fuck. Off,” I snap again.
“This is my prison, Carter. You may get some leeway because of who you are, but there are cameras in here,” the guard holding Cherry says. I try to breathe through my madness because he’s right. We can’t have this on camera. If they saw how crazy I went over her, they would use her against me…again. The one thing in the world that has power over me is her. I would do anything for her. There’s no line I wouldn't cross for her.
“I just came for answers,” she whispers. The sadness in her voice is like a balm on my anger. It dampens and cools it, and my own sadness seeps in.
“I got no answers for you here. I don’t want to see your little ass in here again, Cherry.” I can see her visibly deflate at my words, and while it kills me to say it, it’s what has to be done for now.
“Says the man who just had his tongue down my throat,” she snaps, and I try to fight a grin. She loved it just as much as I did. I felt our connection. It’s always been there, I just finally gave her what we both want.
“I haven’t felt a woman’s body in years, can’t blame a man for taking opportunities as they arise,” I respond as the guards let me up. It’s a hurtful lie, but it’s a necessary one. She has to leave here and never come back. This is dangerous for both of us, and only time will fix it. I sit back in the metal chair and try to remain calm. I let the tension leave my body and try to look as if I don’t give a fuck about anything.
“I see I don’t have anyone now. Looks like I can go,” she says in a beaten voice, and it breaks my heart in two. I want to go to her and hold her in my arms and explain everything, but I can’t. I will beat myself up for today over the next four years.
“Good. Get gone,” I say, and it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do—to tell her to leave me and not come back.
I watch her as she pulls a picture from her pocket, and it drops to the floor. I can see from here it’s a picture she took of me. I remember that day and how she made me smile. Pain claws at my insides. I get up from my chair as she turns to leave.
“Don’t you worry, Carter, no one will be seeing me around anymore.” The door slams behind her and her words hit me like a truck. I don’t care what the consequences are. I have to take this pain out of my heart and put it on someone else.
As I throw my chair across the room and more guards pour in to try to get a hold of me, the only thing I can think of is how, once I get her back, I’ll never let her go. I’ll burn down the whole fucking world to have her. Four more years until I’m free. They won’t know what hit them when they see what happens when you try to take away the only thing that matters to me.
I have a visitor today and I’m curious to see who it is. I’ve got a lot of enemies who would love to pay me a visit, but most of them are wanted and keep clear of prisons.
As I walk through the door to the visiting center, I look around the empty room and take a seat at the metal table. The guards stand along the wall behind me and relax a little. This must not be anyone they’re worried about if they seem so casual.
I hear the door on the other end of the room open, and I turn around to see my Cherry walking in.
Seeing her is almost like a punch to the stomach. “What the fuck are you doing here, Cherry?” I say, standing up so fast the chair under me nearly topples. Goddamn it, how did she get away from her guards?
She walks right up to me and—without preamble—asks, “Did you get my letters?” That’s the reason she’s here? I feel my heart beating out of my chest, and I try to play it cool. I don’t want the guards to touch her, so I don’t need to cause a reason for them to separate us.
“Yeah, I got them,” I say, but what I want to tell her is how much I love them. How they’re the only thing that get me through this hell of being away from her. But I can’t. No one can know how I feel about her.
“But…you never…” I watch as she processes what I’ve said, and it takes everything in my body not to go to her and make her understand that I’m doing this for her own good.
“Ever think there was a reason I didn’t respond? I threw them out. I don’t want you here.” It’s a lie, and it hurts to tell it, but I have to protect her. It hurts even more when I see the pain flash across her face. I hate putting it there but this is how it has to be if she doesn't want more torment to rain down on her. This is the only way to keep her safe. And it only works if she’s as far away from me as possible.
I watch her as she finally takes in the sight of me. Her eyes move up and down my body, and I can tell she likes what she sees. I haven’t been able to focus on anything but the shock of her presence, but when I eventually look at her body, I can’t control my reaction. She’s wearing a white v-neck t-shirt that shows off her big tits. It clings to her curves, and I can see her nipples are hard. She has really turned into a woman over the years. She’s wearing tight jeans and those goddamn heels of hers she always wears. All they do is make my dick hard, and she fucking knows it.
I grit my teeth so hard I feel like my jaw might crack, and I snap. Before I know it I find myself across the room with her in my arms and my mouth on hers. I can’t deny myself the touch of her lips any longer. She’s soft and sweet and, fucking hell, does she feel good against me. Her body melts to mine. It feels like my own body has finally found what it’s been searching for. I’ve waited for this moment since the second I laid eyes on her, and it’s more than I ever thought it would be. I can’t squeeze her tight enough, can’t kiss her hard enough, can’t breathe her into my body fast enough.
I kiss her with everything in me, wishing that she could hear my silent plea to wait for me. I try desperately to physically show her what I can’t tell her. I’m so distracted by our kiss that I don’t realize she’s been ripped away from me until it’s too late.
Three guards hold me down on the table, and I try to control my temper. It’s been years since I’ve seen her and, just like everything else in my life, it’s being torn from me. I could easily get them off of me, but I’m not looking to add time on to my sentence and mess up my plans. When I’m free I can have her, protect her from what is coming.
“Fuck, Cherry, never thought I was the jealous type,” I say, and try to control the anger coursing through me. It feels like a living thing. “Until you. Now get your fucking hands off her.” I snarl at the guards. I can’t stand the thought of someone else touching her. I’ve never cared about women before but ever since the day I saw my girl, I was done. And seeing other hands on her is enough to make me crazy. If I can’t have her no one else sure as fuck can. I don’t care if it’s selfish. She is mine until I take my last breath.
“Get. Them. The. Fuck. Off,” I snap again.
“This is my prison, Carter. You may get some leeway because of who you are, but there are cameras in here,” the guard holding Cherry says. I try to breathe through my madness because he’s right. We can’t have this on camera. If they saw how crazy I went over her, they would use her against me…again. The one thing in the world that has power over me is her. I would do anything for her. There’s no line I wouldn't cross for her.
“I just came for answers,” she whispers. The sadness in her voice is like a balm on my anger. It dampens and cools it, and my own sadness seeps in.
“I got no answers for you here. I don’t want to see your little ass in here again, Cherry.” I can see her visibly deflate at my words, and while it kills me to say it, it’s what has to be done for now.
“Says the man who just had his tongue down my throat,” she snaps, and I try to fight a grin. She loved it just as much as I did. I felt our connection. It’s always been there, I just finally gave her what we both want.
“I haven’t felt a woman’s body in years, can’t blame a man for taking opportunities as they arise,” I respond as the guards let me up. It’s a hurtful lie, but it’s a necessary one. She has to leave here and never come back. This is dangerous for both of us, and only time will fix it. I sit back in the metal chair and try to remain calm. I let the tension leave my body and try to look as if I don’t give a fuck about anything.
“I see I don’t have anyone now. Looks like I can go,” she says in a beaten voice, and it breaks my heart in two. I want to go to her and hold her in my arms and explain everything, but I can’t. I will beat myself up for today over the next four years.
“Good. Get gone,” I say, and it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do—to tell her to leave me and not come back.
I watch her as she pulls a picture from her pocket, and it drops to the floor. I can see from here it’s a picture she took of me. I remember that day and how she made me smile. Pain claws at my insides. I get up from my chair as she turns to leave.
“Don’t you worry, Carter, no one will be seeing me around anymore.” The door slams behind her and her words hit me like a truck. I don’t care what the consequences are. I have to take this pain out of my heart and put it on someone else.
As I throw my chair across the room and more guards pour in to try to get a hold of me, the only thing I can think of is how, once I get her back, I’ll never let her go. I’ll burn down the whole fucking world to have her. Four more years until I’m free. They won’t know what hit them when they see what happens when you try to take away the only thing that matters to me.
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Taking the Fall, Vol 1, Synopsis & Purchase Link
Layla O’Leary has had enough. For years she has been haunted by the night she can’t remember. When she learns the only man she's ever loved has betrayed her, she escapes and crafts a new identity. She's finally free... Carter has waited eight years to claim his woman. Locking him up only fueled his obsession. The day he gets out he's coming for her. Taking the Fall was just the start. Now he'll stop at nothing to possess what's his. Warning: this book contains a hero who grunts and growls his way through life, a heroine nicknamed Cherry looking to lose it, and instalove so fast and hard your panties might disintegrate. Note: not responsible for exploding panties. Taking the Fall is a four part story. A new part will come out every two weeks.
Please note the endings are NOT relationship cliffhangers. Layla is Carter's. He would never touch another woman.
Please note the endings are NOT relationship cliffhangers. Layla is Carter's. He would never touch another woman.
Taking the Fall Series, Volumes 2-4, $0.99 each
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