Blog Tour: Make Me Fall by Riley Nash
Make Me Fall | Riley Nash
Water, Air, Earth, Fire #2
You can’t fly without falling, so close your eyes and let go.
People ask me if I’m human. If I have feelings. If I’ve ever loved anyone. I’m the lawyer who has never lost a case because I have nothing else to live for.
He’s my complete opposite: a reckless boy twelve years younger than me, made of sunshine and wicked smiles, pure and breathtaking.
It all starts with a secret. He wants to find out if he’s bi, and he begs me to teach him because we’ll never see each other again.
Until he shows up on my doorstep with nowhere else to go. I can’t draw lines faster than we blur them. He’s the unstoppable force; I’m the immovable object. When we collide, things get filthy. Complicated. More beautiful than I ever could have imagined.
He’s the only person ever to learn the truth: I’ve always been human. I’ve always had feelings. I’ve been so, so afraid to lose.
Because the moment we find enough trust to jump is the moment we realize our wings might be too broken to fly.
A heartfelt, emotional story of two lonely souls searching for meaning, featuring a bi awakening, grumpy/sunshine opposites attract, an age gap, and a main character with a disability.
The books in this series take place in the same universe and have recurring characters, but each book is a standalone that can be read separately or in any order!
I sit on the rubbery floor of the huge first-class lavatory, fingers shaking as I try to text Elliott. I’m gullible enough to believe whoever told me that using a phone mid-flight takes out the comms and makes the plane crash, but today’s a fucking emergency, so I guess we’re going down.
He answers instantly. –What did you do now?
-I flirted with the person sitting next to me on the plane. I grimace. -And it worked.
-I fail to see the problem. Is she hot?
The word she gut-punches me, reminds me that a stranger on a plane knows more about me than my family or my best friend ever will.
-Insanely hot. And way, way, way out of my league.
-She must not think so.
A noise scares the shit out of me, but it’s just a flight attendant banging a cabinet. I’m dizzy and nauseous and almost completely sure I hallucinated the last ten minutes. –Just tell me how to take it back, man.
There’s a long enough pause that I start to hyperventilate, watching the three dots bouncing under my text. –Nope. You’ve landed how many girlfriends? Believe in yourself for once, loser.
He should take up motivational speaking.
–None of those girls were like this.
–Is she a seven-foot-tall glamazon with a whip?
I cough a panicked laugh. -Closer than you know. I’m not sure if he’s a CEO or a stock broker or what, but that man was like a damn god with that expensive suit, the perfectly sculpted face and stern brows. Apparently a pissed-off bi-curious wet dream that tells you what a sorry piece of trash you are and makes you love it kind of does it for me.
-Sounds like it’s too late. Hope you enjoy flogging.
-That’s the spirit.
Relief sets in as I stuff my phone in my pocket. He didn’t show up. That’s a good thing. As I open the toilet, I try to figure out how two full-sized guys could even fuck in here, all sweaty and pressed together.
Now I’m just a little too aroused to pee. I stand there, staring into the bowl, suffocating on my pounding heart.
I jump out of my skin when someone raps sharply on the door, fumbling to do up my fly. “Sorry, I’ll be right out—”
When I flip the latch, he strolls in like it’s unoccupied, shutting the door behind him as I back up, trip over my own feet, and land on my ass on the plastic toilet lid.
I thought I had taken the measure of him, but in here he feels massive, a foot taller than me and broad-shouldered enough to eclipse the only escape route. His lidded, hazel eyes study me as he brushes a hand through his slicked back blond hair. It doesn’t make me bi to think he’s fucking gorgeous. Anyone would.
He waits silently, his stillness like a deep, dark lake in winter and my throat so dry I don’t think I’ll ever speak again. I’m confident that if I want to leave he’ll let me, because it’s glaringly obvious he’s just doing me a favor. He’d rather be balls deep in that John Adams biography than in a smartass kid from Iowa who should be sipping flat ginger ale in the back of coach class.
The thing is, I don’t want to leave. Even if this is the worst idea I’ve ever had.
About the Author
Riley Nash, based in the rainy PNW, writes M/M romances about boys who fall hard, face the darkness, and never give up on each other.
Fueled by cute dogs, those weird Coke with Coffee drinks, and projecting my personal issues onto handsome men and making them fall in love.
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To celebrate the release of Make Me Fall, Riley is giving away 2 e-copies of the release. Open Internationally