Title: Chasing Reese. a SAFELIGHT
novel
About Chasing Reese:
Everything in life is not permanent but it was perfect. Catalina Pardo had a career in journalism most people could only dream of, a hot, sexy fiancé to call her own and a brilliant future ahead of her. When tragedy struck, the life she once knew fell apart. Four years later, traumatized by the events that ultimately changed her existence, Catalina sets herself on a punishing work schedule, preventing herself from facing the demons of her grief-stricken past. Emotionally shut down, she’s alive but not living because everyone she ever loved leaves her.
Fate intervenes in Catalina’s life in the form of a last minute assignment to a snowy mountain lodge in Whistler, B.C. Sent there to cover the life of the infamous Jackson Reese; an Olympic Snowboarding Champion, she is faced with many challenges bringing to surface the raw emotions of her past. Compelled to work alongside Stryder Martynus, an award winning photographer brought in to document the Reese press tour, tensions and denial run high forcing Catalina to accept the past and face the present with zero regrets.
*Adult Contemporary Romance - Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not suitable for readers under the age of eighteen (18+).*
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Excerpt:
“You don’t get to disrespect me
like this. You don’t get to behave like a pompous child. I believed you were
better than that,” I pause to catch my breath and gather my thoughts. Placing
my hands on my hips I continue. “I’m not fucking anyone here for a story. Oh,
if Blake were here now… But if the thought that Jackson Reese is parading inside
my panties makes your dull lives exciting, well eat it up you sick fucks.” I
pointed out, as fat, silent tears stream down my cheeks.
Everyone looks onto me stunned.
When I dropped Blake’s name, everyone was taken aback in memory of him.
Watching me cry unsettles them, their discomfort etched across their faces. I’m
not known to be emotional yet here I am, upset, crying over the stupid words of
a jealous colleague.
I feel Stryder’s arms pull me
closer to him, but I won’t have it. Shoving him aside, I try to run away, but
my damn heels won’t let me. I kick them off and run down the long corridor,
desperately holding the sobs that threaten my chest. Having my colleagues think
I’m less than professional is very upsetting to me. I have forged this career
with blood, sweat and tears. I never cut corners or slept my way to the top.
The more I think about it, the harder I cry.
©2014 Imy Santiago – ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Lifting her high heels, I explain the reason for my visit.
“I stopped by to return your torture devices you so recklessly abandoned.”
Admiring the stilettos one last time, I place them in her hands.
“Thank you,” Catalina replies appreciatively. Playing along,
she puts them on, one foot at a time with such grace I swear it’s unfair. With
a raised eyebrow and a wicked gleam she says playfully, “you’re right, they’re
torture.”
The way those words slipped from her tongue and rolled
against her lips took all of my willpower away. My eyes connect with hers and
like always, the energy between us becomes palpable, seemingly electric.
Catalina regards me with lust filled eyes, the roundness of her cheeks flushed.
She’s turned on alright.
“Oh but what a sweet torture,” I admitted seductively,
hoping she caught the double entendre behind my words.
Without thinking, I move towards Catalina with the force of
a freight train. My hands grab her luscious waist and pull her flush against
me. The sound she made when I took hold of her body made me harder than I was
two minutes ago. Catalina quivers in my arms, an obvious confirmation that my
actions are welcomed. Catalina’s head nestles sweetly against my chest. I’m
sure she can hear those riotous heartbeats as much as I can feel hers pulsing
against my abs.
Allowing one of my hands to roam the expanse of her back, I
tuck my fingers underneath the hem of her t-shirt, tracing the small of her
back, and another whimper escapes her lips. Raising that palm I tilt her chin
upwards, beckoning Catalina to look at me. My voice, hoarse and fueled by desire
commands her attention.
“I’m going to do something I have wanted to do since the
moment I first laid eyes on you.”
©2014 Imy Santiago – ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
About the Author
I love to read stories about
loss, heartache and redemption so it didn't shock me when I ended up writing
stories of my own revolving around those themes. I write with my heart, using
my life experiences and emotions to dictate the tone and path in which my
fictional characters embark. I believe in the power of friendship and to always
have hope because life is always full of pleasant surprises. If you were to ask
me if I consider myself an author, I would tell you no, I am not. I'm just a
girl who loves to write a good story that makes you consider life choices and
the darkness that envelopes a broken heart. My stories are about loss,
friendship, hope and love.
I hope to continue writing more books in
the not so distant future. It could be said that writing keeps me sane and
brings a smile to my face. When I’m not writing Adult Contemporary Romance
novels, I’m enjoying a quiet life with my family on Long Island New York.
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