From USA Today Best Selling Author, Jessica Scott, comes the next book in the Falling Series…
Former Army Sergeant Deacon Hunter is trapped.
Trapped in the friend zone. Longing for the woman who captured his heart when they were deployed in Iraq.
Former Army Sergeant Kelsey Ryder has scars, the kind of scars she hopes that no one ever sees. Working around the guys at the Pint, she’s reminded of everything she lost when she left the Army behind.
But some scars refuse to stay hidden.
One fateful night changes everything and neither of them know if their relationship will ever be the same.
All Deacon knows is that he’ll be there to catch her when she finally falls.
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Catch My Fall, the latest in Jessica Scott’s falling series, is not an easy book to read. Not easy in the sense that it deals with some very real, very tough issues. In many ways this feels like a much more personal book for Scott, though that is a hard bar to climb considering the gritty reality of all her books; this main character being a female soldier might have something to do with it or it could be her love of yoga. There were a couple places I wanted Scott to expand, but the fact she didn’t was keeping with the overarching theme of the book of moving forward and leaving the past behind. I am an admitted Scott fangirl and this book did not disappoint. ~Toni
A lot of people ask veterans “what’s it like?” Usually, they’re asking “what’s war like?” In the simplest terms, war is war. You do what you do and take care of each other. More often than not, the hardest battles are fought when you get back home — with the world that kept turning, with the system, and most of all…yourself.
It took me a while to get through Catch My Fall. Not because it’s a bad book (it’s a great book!), but because it was hard for me to process everything Kelsey was feeling. It was as if the author had snuck into my head and snatched my thoughts out my brain. If you’ve ever wanted to ask a vet “what’s it like?”, here’s your answer.
Catch My Fall is so much more than a simple romance book. It’s raw emotion wrapped up in a brittle ball of conflict, not just between the characters, but within themselves as well. In the simplest terms, Catch My Fall is a second chance romance between two damaged veterans, but in reality it’s so much more than that. ~TJ
“Are you okay?”
“Mostly.” I should present to be a rational adult and have a reasonable conversation. Anything is better than the status quo, right? “I guess…sometimes things get to me that shouldn’t.”
“Yeah. I get that.” I look up at her words, the frustration in her voice echoing the tension clawing at my heart, locking the words I need in my chest. “It’s hard, though. To say when something hurts.”
I say nothing for a long moment. Letting her words sink in. Letting their possibility wrap around me.
Then I move. Silent and slow, I back her up against the wall. “You don’t have to be strong all the time,” I tell her softly. Her mouth is there, just there. She is soft against me, soft in all the ways I remember.
Soft in a thousand ways that will torture me for the rest of a lifetime.
“Neither do you.” She’s goading me tonight. Crossing boundaries I know she’s set in place. I can’t figure out what’s changed. If it’s the fatigue I see in her eyes or the mixture of that with too much to drink. I don’t know.
And part of me doesn’t care. Part of me only cares that she’s here. That her body is pressed to mine. That I’ve penetrated the space around her and she has not pushed me away.
God, this woman is fierce and amazing. She doesn’t back down, doesn’t break against the threat anyone else would read in my body.
“I will never forget what happened between us in Iraq. Or when we came home.” I reach for her then, cupping her face. Sliding my thumb along her full bottom lip. Wanting so badly to taste her. To end this unnecessary distance between us. “But we don’t have to keep suffering alone. Apart. It doesn’t need to be like this.”
And goddamn her, she presses her lips to my thumb. A gentle kiss. A thousand sensual memories slash through me, ripping away any shred of my composure.
It takes everything I have not to lift her, to urge her legs around my hips and grind against her. I’m hard as a fucking stone. I know she can feel me, solid and hard against her.
She’s my addiction. The one woman I dream about when I’m with someone else.
And she knows it. She has to know it.
Her barriers hurt us both.
“We spent four weeks together when we got home and I don’t remember any of them. Except the nightmares.” She cups my face, brushing her lips against mine. “I can’t do that again. I can’t get lost in the alcohol and the sex. Because it doesn’t help me forget. It only makes it worse.”
I lower my forehead to hers, her quiet admission gutting me, ripping through me. That’s why she’s kept us apart. That’s why she’s walked away and pretended there was nothing between us.
Her words hurt; they slice at me, reminding me of how fucking self-centered I was when I first got home, wanting to do nothing more than drink and fuck, then drink some more.
I had no idea how much she was hurting. Because I didn’t bother to look.
“I didn’t know.” It’s a pitiful confession. So insufficient. I step back then, releasing her from the wall.
Letting her go when it’s the last thing I want. She disappears up the stairs, quiet as a ghost.
I lower my forehead to the wooden shelf holding parts of Eli’s extensive and very expensive whiskey collection. We’re a long fucking way from that bloodstained container where Kelsey used to live.
But we might as well never have left.
A piece of my soul stayed back there, mixed in with the sand and the bullets and the blood.
Forever entwined with hers.
About the Author:
Jessica Scott is an Iraq war veteran, an active duty army officer and the USA Today bestselling author of novels set in the heart of America’s Army. She is the mother of two daughters, three cats and three dogs, and wife to a retired NCO.
She’s also written for the New York Times At War Blog, PBS Point of View Regarding War, and IAVA. She deployed to Iraq in 2009 as part of Operation Iraqi Freedom (OIF)/New Dawn and has had the honor of serving as a company commander at Fort Hood, Texas twice.
She’s holds a Ph.D. in Sociology from Duke University and she’s been featured as one of Esquire Magazine’s Americans of the Year for 2012. Jessica is also an active member of the Military Writers Guild. http://jessicascott.net