Blog Tour + Giveaway: Never Stop Falling by Ashley Drew

Never Stop Falling by Ashley Drew

Published: March 1, 2016

Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

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Synopsis

She didn’t expect to fall for her best friend.

He was always waiting to catch her.

Corinne Bennett lives in the moment. Whether she’s skydiving out of an airplane, or setting off on the road to anywhere, she’s ready to dive into the next adventure. That is, if best friend and always-by-the-book Nicholas Kelley doesn’t put his foot down on her wild stunts first.

When Corinne gives in to her growing feelings for Nicholas the summer before their freshman year of college, she takes the ultimate risk, making this one adventure he has longed to explore with her.

But the moment they take that irrevocable leap, a shocking revelation blindsides Corinne, exposing her vulnerabilities, baring her fears, and shattering her beliefs about love. With their future—and most importantly, their friendship—now clouded in doubt, she must decide if love is really worth the risk.

Because when it comes to love, you never stop falling.

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About Ashley

A San Francisco Bay Area native, Ashley Drew currently lives in Los Angeles. When she’s not going cross-eyed after writing for five hours straight, or burying her nose in a book, you’ll find her sprawled on her couch watching General Hospital, having alien conspiracy discussions with her husband over a bottle of bubbly, and dancing to Taylor Swift’s 1989 album with her daughter.

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Excerpt

There are three super awkward things about this conversation.

One: it’s one thing for a mother to give her daughter the inevitable birds-and-the-bees lecture; it’s another when your dad gives it to you, you’re eighteen, and you pretty much already know how it works by now.

Two: my dad thinks that Nick and I are actually doing…it.

And three: if I’m following this conversation correctly, it sounds as if my dad would actually be okay with it if Nick and I were, in fact, doing it.

How did it suddenly finagle its way into the same sentence as Nick?

“You do realize that everything you’re saying is absolutely over-the-top ridiculous, right?” I act casual, even though I’ve been eyeing the door for the past five minutes, wondering what a Corinne-shaped hole would look like. “Nick and I are friends, Dad. Period. That’s the extent of our relationship.”

Dad squints, drumming his fingers against the countertop. “Well, maybe you think that, but I’ve seen the way that boy looks at you. It surely isn’t the way you look at just a friend.”

Damn. I have to hand it to Mr. Perceptive; my dad is good. He’s seen it, the same thing I saw today—the longing in Nick’s eyes, those hypnotizing olive-green eyes. But seeing it surely has nothing on feeling it—the way his eyes lit up my heart, detonating an unexpected explosion within my soul, my nerves still smoldering from it hours later.

But as good as that felt, Nick is…Nick, my best friend.

“You must need a new pair of glasses.” I chuckle, walking to the other end of the kitchen and grabbing a glass out of the cabinet. “Nick and I are practically siblings. Kissing him would be like kissing a brother!”

Only, that’s a lie. I don’t think kissing Nick would feel like kissing a brother at all. The thought has crossed my mind one too many times now, way more times than what’s considered safe before venturing outside platonic territory. What it would feel like running my hands up over his chest, around his neck, and through his hair, grabbing tight fistfuls of it while pulling those lips to mine for one heart-stopping, mind-blowing, out-of-this-world kiss, as I completely melt into him.

Into those piercing eyes. Those perfect lips. That toned body.

I bring the glass to my lips, only to realize I haven’t actually poured water in it.

Holy shit. I think I just had a Harry Burns epiphany. How the hell did this happen? Nick is my pal! He’s supposed to be the Wayne to my Garth. The Beavis to my Butthead. Not the Harry to my Sally. But the more I sit on it, the more that notion becomes less of the truth, and it shakes me to the core.