AMBER SKY
Author: Cassia Leo
Release Date: October 18, 2019
About
the Book
From
New York Times bestselling author Cassia Leo comes a new stand-alone
novel Amber Sky, the haunting, atmospheric love story of Walker Ainsley
and Cassidy O'Connor.
A
devastating car crash leaves Cassidy O'Connor stranded in rural Pennsylvania.
Her only company is Walker Ainsley, the ruggedly handsome man who saved her
from the wreckage and took her into his home. But when her ride back to town
arrives after the crash, Cassidy can’t bring herself to leave Walker behind.
She is determined to convince him to go back to town with her, until she begins
to wonder if she actually survived the crash that brought them together.
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About the Author
New York Times bestselling author Cassia Leo loves her
coffee, chocolate, and margaritas with salt. When she’s not writing, she spends
way too much time re-watching Game of Thrones and Sex and the City.
When she’s not binge watching, she’s usually enjoying the Oregon rain with a
hot cup of coffee and a book.
Excerpt
The door to Walker’s bedroom is wide open.
As I approach, I try to think of what I’ll say when I wake him. But when I
arrive at the threshold, I find him awake, sitting on the windowsill, gazing
out at the night sky. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, and his dark
hair is wild, as if he’d been tossing and turning before he got up.
I enter without announcing my presence,
but a creaky floorboard does it for me. Walker turns his head slowly to watch
me approach. He doesn’t seem surprised to see me in his bedroom.
I stand next to him and look out the
window to see what he’s gazing at. The sky is pitch black and studded with
twinkling stars of various sizes and colors. It’s not a city night sky, muted
by light pollution. It’s a brilliant, shimmering cloak wrapped around the
world, beckoning us to embrace the night.
When I turn away from the window, Walker
is staring at me, a new quiet confidence in his eyes. The moonlight paints silvery
streaks over his cheekbones, collarbone, and pectoral muscles. He looks
beautiful enough to paint.
Taking a cue from the look in his eyes, I
turn toward him to let him see all of me. His gaze skims over every inch of my
body, stopping for a while on my breasts. Taking a step forward, I take his
hand in mine and hold it for a moment. When his eyes look up to meet mine, I
lay his hand on my chest, so he can feel my heartbeat.
The corners of his mouth turn up at the
sensation of my pulse pounding against his fingertips. “You are real.”
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