About
the Book
Title:
Running to Stand Still
Author:
Lauran Rosolino
Genre:
NA Romance
Collin was who he was:
simple and easy.
Me? I was jagged and
complex. I wanted everything.
And despite how he
made me feel—safe—it was clear to me that we’d never work out
in the end.
That divide between
us would always be there.
Because I’d never
ask him to give up on the things he wanted.
And, while I
sometimes wished I could be that person, I wasn’t.
Just seven more
months.
Then Jamie Benson can leave this goodbye town behind her and start
her new life in Chicago. She can leave this place of broken glass and
cracked sidewalks and rusted fences. This place that holds nothing
good. She can leave the ghosts and spinning rooms and shattered
promises in her rearview mirror and never look back.
But all the stories
she’s been telling herself are threatened when, one night, while
tending bar at her father’s hole-in-the-wall dive, she meets
Collin—a boy who is good and honest and sincere in a world where
everything is harsh and cold and detached. A boy who makes her feel
safe. A boy worth staying for.
Will
Jamie be able to untangle the truths from the lies? Or will the sins
of the past swallow her whole?
Author
Bio
Author
of The Charm Necklace and Running to Stand Still. Writer of stories
about finding beauty in brokenness.
She
is a storyteller. Adventuer. Partner. Coffee drinker. Magic believer.
Rebel with a gypsy soul. Lover of the woods and books, the woods and
walks.
Born
and bred in Detroit, Lauren grew up reading Harry Potter, watching
Gilmore Girls, listening (and dancing) to a lot of music, and
wondering why people do what they do. She graduated from Wayne
State University with a BA in Psychology. Lauren lives with her
husband, dog, cat, and bunny in Charleston, South Carolina.
To
find out more and read her blog, Wonderstruck, visit
www.laurenrosolino.com.
Links
Website:
www.laurenrosolino.com
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Lauren-Rosolino/e/B00KYU7QVC/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1468268297&sr=8-1
Giveaway
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“I
can’t seem to stay away from you,” she said in a way that
suggested how painful it was for her to admit that she could actually
need
somebody. “Even though I know you’re bad for me.”
“Actually,
I think I’m good for you,” I challenged.
She
shook her head. “Not when you break my heart you won’t be.”
More
like she was going to break mine, not that that was going to stop me
right that moment. I pulled Jamie onto my lap; her legs on either
side of mine, straddling my hips. My hands went to her lower back,
pulling her closer to me.
She
sighed, leaning forwards, her forehead touching mine. I could tell
she was fighting with something. Struggling.
Rubbing
her back, I waited for her to say it. My body was buzzing with what
was happening between us right now. Not
when you break my heart,
she’d said.
I
was about to coax her into saying something when she finally spoke.
“But we’ve only got six months,” she said in whispers.
I
placed my finger on her lips, silencing her. “Shh,” I said.
“Let’s not worry about that right now.” I couldn’t think
about her deadline without it crushing me.
“But—”
“Let’s
just be here, okay? We can worry about that later.”
Her
brows creased together and I knew it was killing her to do just that,
to surrender to whatever was happening. She was a planner, down to
the details, and I bet that letting go of any sort of plan was
probably the most excruciating thing for her to do.
I
didn’t want her to think anymore. I didn’t want her to worry. I
didn’t want her to feel anything but how much I wanted her. So I
grabbed her face in my hands and pulled her to me, pressing my lips
into hers. It was hard and fierce and my body was all but begging for
her to sink into me.
And
she did. Her lips moved with mine, smashing and colliding together.
We were pulling, struggling, each trying to get closer to the other
as I peeled off her jacket. Our bodies moving against each other with
an electric friction.
I
ran my hands down her neck to her back, wrapping my arms around her
completely, falling into her. Drowning in the feeling of her against
me, in my arms, holding on to me. The only thing I’d wanted for the
past month.
“Just
promise to be mine?” I asked, desire thick in my voice, pulling my
lips away from hers for a second. I needed to hear her say it. I
needed to know she was in this with me.
“I
don’t know if I can,” she whispered, her breathing heavy. A war
waged behind those beautiful eyes.
“Yes.
You can.” My voice coming out rougher than I’d intended. “Don’t
think about it, Jamie. Just do it.” I couldn’t let her get away.
I
kissed along her neck up to her jawline, then back down to her
collarbone. She leaned into me as I did. I knew I wasn’t playing
fair. And I didn’t care.
“Okay,”
she said in the softest gasp.
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