Publisher: Indie World Publishing & Author Services
About The Falling of Love:
You will never forget your first date, your first kiss, or your first
love. You'll also never forget how it felt when it was torn apart.
Seventeen-year old Grace Hathaway does not give much thought to falling in love, until the day that Ian Taylor, rebel and misfit walks into her math class. From their first conversation, Grace is mesmerized by Ian's charisma and rock star façade.
Ian Taylor, a seventeen-year old kid from the wrong side of the tracks tries to ignore the feelings he has for Grace, but is captured by her caring, non-judgmental personality from the moment they meet. Grace becomes Ian's everything and there is nothing he will not do for her. Hurting her was never part of his plan.
***Recommended for ages 18+ due to sexual content and strong language.***
Seventeen-year old Grace Hathaway does not give much thought to falling in love, until the day that Ian Taylor, rebel and misfit walks into her math class. From their first conversation, Grace is mesmerized by Ian's charisma and rock star façade.
Ian Taylor, a seventeen-year old kid from the wrong side of the tracks tries to ignore the feelings he has for Grace, but is captured by her caring, non-judgmental personality from the moment they meet. Grace becomes Ian's everything and there is nothing he will not do for her. Hurting her was never part of his plan.
***Recommended for ages 18+ due to sexual content and strong language.***
Excerpt:
Ian lies with his head on Grace’s stomach. Entwining their fingers together, they lie in silence on her bed. They have been this way for hours and he wishes they could stay like this forever. Only an occasional “I love you” is shared between them. Thunder cracks in the sky and startles Grace.
Ian chuckles and pulls her closer to his body. The rhythmic sound of the rain tapping against the rooftop and her comforting presence lures him into a state of pure relaxation, soothing his soul.
“I love the sound of the rain,” she says, as she traces the lines on his knuckle with the tip of her finger.
Ian raises his head to look into her eyes and smiles. “And I love you.”
Climbing on top of her, he lowers his lips to her neck. Grace lets out a heavy sigh that blows through his hair. Ian trails kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, and stops inches away from her lips. “Do you know that I love you, Gracie?”
“Yeah, I do, without a doubt.”
He kisses her. “I know you love me too, and it’s freaking amazing,” he says. “You know what I love?”
She smiles at him. “Me?”
He laughs. “Besides you. It’s something you do to me.”
She looks at him, puzzled. “What?”
“I love those soft, sweet kisses you give me on the cheek. It’s hands-down one of the best things you do to me.”
Grace brushes Ian’s long auburn hair out of his face and slowly leans into him. Her breath hits his cheek and the tip of her nose brushes his skin. She gives him a very soft, sweet kiss on his cheek.
“Ah yeah, babe. That’s it. That’s what I love. It’s so sweet and tells me that you love me without any words.” He reaches for her face and cups her chin in between his thumb and forefinger.
He pulls her face to his and sucks on her bottom lip. Gradually, he eases his tongue between her two lips and finds her eagerly awaiting his kiss.
“Do you know what I love, Ian?” she asks. Her words are a jumbled mess between Ian’s kisses.
“What, baby?” he says within a breath.
“I love kissing you. I could spend the rest of my life kissing only you. You’re the best kisser in the entire world.”
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Ian chuckles and pulls her closer to his body. The rhythmic sound of the rain tapping against the rooftop and her comforting presence lures him into a state of pure relaxation, soothing his soul.
“I love the sound of the rain,” she says, as she traces the lines on his knuckle with the tip of her finger.
Ian raises his head to look into her eyes and smiles. “And I love you.”
Climbing on top of her, he lowers his lips to her neck. Grace lets out a heavy sigh that blows through his hair. Ian trails kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, and stops inches away from her lips. “Do you know that I love you, Gracie?”
“Yeah, I do, without a doubt.”
He kisses her. “I know you love me too, and it’s freaking amazing,” he says. “You know what I love?”
She smiles at him. “Me?”
He laughs. “Besides you. It’s something you do to me.”
She looks at him, puzzled. “What?”
“I love those soft, sweet kisses you give me on the cheek. It’s hands-down one of the best things you do to me.”
Grace brushes Ian’s long auburn hair out of his face and slowly leans into him. Her breath hits his cheek and the tip of her nose brushes his skin. She gives him a very soft, sweet kiss on his cheek.
“Ah yeah, babe. That’s it. That’s what I love. It’s so sweet and tells me that you love me without any words.” He reaches for her face and cups her chin in between his thumb and forefinger.
He pulls her face to his and sucks on her bottom lip. Gradually, he eases his tongue between her two lips and finds her eagerly awaiting his kiss.
“Do you know what I love, Ian?” she asks. Her words are a jumbled mess between Ian’s kisses.
“What, baby?” he says within a breath.
“I love kissing you. I could spend the rest of my life kissing only you. You’re the best kisser in the entire world.”
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