BLOG TOUR: Before We Fall by Courtney Cole

Sometimes, one dark moment is all it takes to turn your world black…

For 24-year old Dominic Kinkaide, that moment took place on the night of his high school graduation. One dark incident changed him forever. He’s a hardened actor now, famous in the eyes of the world, but tortured in his own. He doesn’t care about much of anything, except for losing himself in the roles that he plays.
23-year old Jacey Vincent doesn’t realize how much her father’s indifference has affected her. She is proof that sometimes it isn’t one specific moment that wrecks a person, but rather it’s an absence of moments. She’s like a bird with a broken wing-strong yet fragile, as she tries to float through life, finding acceptance in the arms of random guys, one after the other… to fill the void that her father left in her.


Until she meets Dominic.

After jaded Dominic and strong-willed Jacey are thrown together, his secret and her issues create a dark and damaged energy that will soon turn their attraction to each other into an explosive storm.


Even though when the clouds have cleared and the dust has settled, both of them are almost obliterated… they’ve learned a priceless lesson.

Sometimes, before we fall… we fly.

This is a story like no other. This is a story of extreme pain, suffering and masochism. When two soul collide with hurt, one wanting to be somewhere else and the other someone else. The only thing is one sees the light at the end of the tunnel and the other sees no end.

 Dominic and Jacey tore me apart in the book. There were so much emotion and so much agonizing pain, that I times I had to step back and take it all in. The saving grace was Jacey in this story. She was an angel sent to Dominic, even when he wasn’t willing to accept it. Such a roller coaster of emotion with this book and so worth the ride. Words really fail me right now on how to rein in my emotions with this book. It was an amazing journey, although rough at times, letting us all know it’s ok because sometimes before we fall…we fly! 5 Astounding Stars!!

He laughs, a velvety sound.  “Babe, I could show you a bunch of things you’ve never done.  And I guarantee, you’d like every one of them.”

For some reason, I have no doubt of that.  It’s an exciting thought.

He bends his head and nips at my neck, then soothes the bite with a soft suck.  His lips, so soft and smooth, ease the pain of the bite away.   His nearness is intoxicating and everything about him screams that he is capable of so many things… things that would please me… things that would embarrass me in the light of day.

But still, I don’t move. I stay right with him, my gaze frozen on his. 

Keeping his eyes on mine, he slowly dips his head and plunges his tongue into my mouth, completely plundering it, consuming me yet again.  It’s like he can’t kiss me without devastating all of my senses at once, annihilating my thoughts and causing my blood to throb as it all races toward one destination… the V between my legs. 

Right where I ache for him.  

He’s like a drug….and one taste just isn’t enough. 

I open up my mouth and breathe around his lips, sucking in air, grasping at his back and pulling him closer.  He reaches back and grabs my hands, holding them together at my wrists and pinning them over my head against the plexi-glass gondola cage.  I’m trapped here with him, yet there’s no place I’d rather be.

The energy around us now is primal and raw…and it’s exhilarating too, because we’re out in public.  Every time the gondola swoops along the ground before it begins its ascent upward again, anyone could look in and see what we’re doing.  They could see Dominic pinning me against the wall, and his other hand buried in my crotch, if only they looked closely. 

Honestly, I think he might like that idea.

“What are you doing?” I finally manage to whisper, pulling away just ever so slightly.

His eyes are a little unfocused, his pupils dilated. “What would you like for me to do, Jacey?”

He knows.  Oh, God, he knows.  He knows exactly what I’d like for him to do.  I can see it in his eyes.   I can feel it in his hands as he releases my wrists and slides both of his down, over every curve and plane of my body.

He takes his time, sliding his palms down, down, down… everywhere at once, slow and leisurely.  He palms my curves, savoring them.  He’s firm, slow and purposeful….someone who knows what he’s doing and what he wants. 

I twitch when he passes over my nipples. They’re hyper-sensitive in my cold, wet shirt. He barely brushes them before he trails further down, down my sides, over the swell of my hips.   I want to buck against him when his hands cup my breasts as he pulls me toward him.

I don’t need to, though.  He slips his fingers under my shorts because he knows I’m not wearing underwear.  He slips those long fingers in, all the way in, into me. 

Into where I’m waiting for him. 

I moan long and low.  He’s feeding the fire he slowly built inside of me and I don’t ever want him to stop. 

I glance up and everything around is a blur.  We swoop past the ride operator on the ground, past the crowds, past the food smells and the sunshine, past the sidewalks and the shops.  All of it is a blur and none of it matters. 

The only thing that matters is what shouldn’t.

Him.

Courtney Cole is a novelist who would eat mythology for breakfast if she could. She has a degree in Business, but has since discovered that corporate America is not nearly as fun to live in as fictional worlds. She loves chocolate and roller coasters and hates waiting and rude people.


Courtney lives in quiet suburbia, close to Lake Michigan, with her real-life Prince Charming, her ornery kids (there is a small chance that they get their orneriness from their mother) and a small domestic zoo.

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