Monday, May 28, 2018

#ReviewTour #KindleUnlimited #Standalone - An Accident (Summer in New York Book 2) by Lindsay Marie Miller

Title: An Accident
Series: Summer in New York Book 2
Author: Lindsay Marie Miller
Genre: NA Romance
Release Date: March 26, 2017

Don’t miss this heartwarming standalone about a forbidden summer romance that will give you all the feels…

AMY - He’s 23. I’m 18.

It’s my mother’s worst nightmare.

We have nothing in common—He’s a bad boy with a past. I’ve never even been kissed.

But he’s a charming stranger from out of town. Older. Experienced. Dangerous.

Maybe I get a thrill out of riding on the back of his motorcycle, holding on for dear life.

I’m counting on our summer together. My first boyfriend. My first everything.

But my mother has other plans…


AUSTIN - She’s an angel. And I’m no saint.

But I’ve never felt like this before.

I don’t deserve her. Maybe I never will.

But I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine.

Her mother forbids our summer romance. 

But rules have never stopped me before.

I’m going to marry that girl.

And then we’re going to finish what we started last night…

AN ACCIDENT is a heartwarming standalone novel about two passionate lovers and the wicked mother determined to tear them apart.

"The only accident is if you miss out on this!" - Nerd Girl

"A romantic story that will have you crying and smiling!" - Sweet & Spicy Reads

"Great story...can't wait for more." - Socially Awkward Book Nerd

“You’re eighteen?”
“Yeah.” She crossed her arms over her chest with a nod. “How old did you think I was?”
Holding her gaze, I studied her innocent face and teased her. “Nineteen.”
“You did not,” she countered, sassing me. “Come on. Tell me. How old do I look?”
She turned around in a slow circle as I scanned her from head to toe. Desire bloomed in my belly, so I twisted the cap off my beer bottle and took a swig. When she faced me again, I wiped my mouth.
“Well?” Amy held her hands out and then propped them up on her hips in frustration.
My cheek twitched while I walked out of the kitchen and came towards her. With the rim of the beer bottle to my lips, I rested my elbows against the counter and stared her down. She was blushing.
“You look like a woman to me.”
Not a girl. Not a teenager. Not some stopping point between child and adult. A woman.
And I was a man.
Amy cleared her throat and looked away. For a second there, I was worried that I might have made her feel uncomfortable. But she bit her lip and turned around, giving herself a tour of the apartment.
“How long have you been here?” she wondered, taking a seat on the edge of my bed.
“Just got the place last week. I finished movin’ all my junk in here yesterday.”
Amy shifted her eyes around the room, probably noticing that there wasn’t much.
I picked my beer up off the counter and sat down beside her on the bed. Our shoulders brushed, but we didn’t look at each other. So I drank from my beer and then set the bottle down on the floor.
Amy turned her face towards me, as my eyes locked with hers. “Austin,” she breathed.
I weaved my fingers through her hair and kissed her, tasting her soft lips. When I lifted my mouth from hers, she opened her eyes and gazed up at me like a kitten. I knew that look. I had seen it often.
So I kissed her again, drawing her body into mine as she made the sweetest sound. Slowly but surely, her arms were around my neck. I cradled her back and trailed my fingers up and down her spine.
One minute she was gasping for air. The next her nails were digging into my shirt. I held her chin steady and planted another kiss on her lips. She leaned her head forward when I reared back and pulled my shirt over my head. Then she pressed her lips together and admired my torso, shuddering before me.
Since she was too shy, I grabbed her waist and pulled her into my lap. She let out a startled gasp just before I covered her mouth with mine, working my hands over her back. As she warmed up to me, I kissed her neck and eased the strap of her dress down her shoulder.
Amy held on to my biceps and tilted her head to the side, shoving her fingers in my hair. As I pressed kisses into her clavicle, dragging my lips across her smooth skin, she struggled to breathe. I put my hand on her hip and kissed my way to the hollow of her throat, picking at the second strap on her dress.
“Austin,” she sighed, her voice raspy and breathless.
I slipped my middle finger beneath the remaining strap and began tugging it to the side.
“Austin, stop.”  She pushed at my chest and climbed out of my lap.
Confused, I sat on the bed and watched her walk across the floor with her back to me. She pulled the straps of her dress up, returning them to their proper place over her shoulders. I swung my legs off the bed and rested my elbows on my thighs, rubbing my palms together with a long-suffering sigh.
“I’m sorry,” were the first words out of my mouth.
Amy flicked her hair over her shoulders but wouldn’t turn around to face me. “When you asked me to go to your place, I thought…” She shook her head. “Never mind. I should go.” She grabbed her purse and headed for the door.
“No, wait!” I leapt off the bed and grabbed her elbow before she could leave.
“Austin.” She batted her lashes. “I know now why you brought me here. And I know what you’re expecting. So I think it’s probably best if I just leave.”
“We don’t have to do anything.” I put my shirt back on as a way to prove my point. “Please don’t go.”
Amy rolled her eyes and then sat down at the table. “Well then, what are we going to do?”

Lindsay Marie Miller was born and raised in Tallahassee, Florida, where she graduated from high school as Valedictorian. At sixteen, she started writing her first novel, Emerald Green, after being inspired by Stephenie Meyer's International Bestselling Twilight Saga. During her time in college, Lindsay wrote 5 more novels and over 100 songs. After graduating Summa Cum Laude from Florida State University, she put her B.A. in English Literature to good use and published her debut novel, Emerald Green. An author of over 10 Romance Titles, Lindsay currently resides in her hometown of Tallahassee where she is always working on her next novel.


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