Cover Reveal - Chasing Reece By Imy Santiago
Title: chasing Reese. a SAFELIGHT novel
Author: Imy Santiago
Date of Publication: January 5, 2015
Cover Design by CoverMe, Darling
About chasing Reese:
Everything in life is not permanent but it was perfect. Catalina Pardo had a career in journalism most people could only dream of, a hot, sexy fiancé to call her own and a brilliant future ahead of her. When tragedy struck, the life she once knew fell apart. Four years later, traumatized by the events that ultimately changed her existence, Catalina sets herself on a punishing work schedule, preventing herself from facing the demons of her grief-stricken past. Emotionally shut down, she’s alive but not living because everyone she ever loved leaves her.
Fate intervenes in Catalina’s life in the form of a last minute assignment to a snowy mountain lodge in Whistler, B.C. Sent there to cover the life of the infamous Jackson Reese; an Olympic Snowboarding Champion, she is faced with many challenges bringing to surface the raw emotions of her past. Compelled to work alongside Stryder Martynus, an award winning photographer brought in to document the Reese press tour, tensions and denial run high forcing Catalina to accept the past and face the present with zero regrets.
*Adult Contemporary Romance - Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not suitable for readers under the age of eighteen (18+).*
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“You don’t get to disrespect me like this. You don’t get to behave like a pompous child. I believed you were better than that,” I pause to catch my breath and gather my thoughts. Placing my hands on my hips I continue. “I’m not fucking anyone here for a story. Oh, if Blake were here now… But if the thought that Jackson Reese is parading inside my panties makes your dull lives exciting, well eat it up you sick fucks.” I pointed out, as fat, silent tears stream down my cheeks.
Everyone looks onto me stunned. When I dropped Blake’s name, everyone was taken aback in memory of him. Watching me cry unsettles them, their discomfort etched across their faces. I’m not known to be emotional yet here I am, upset, crying over the stupid words of a jealous colleague.
I feel Stryder’s arms pull me closer to him, but I won’t have it. Shoving him aside, I try to run away, but my damn heels won’t let me. I kick them off and run down the long corridor, desperately holding the sobs that threaten my chest. Having my colleagues think I’m less than professional is very upsetting to me. I have forged this career with blood, sweat and tears. I never cut corners or slept my way to the top. The more I think about it, the harder I cry.
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Lifting her high heels, I explain the reason for my visit. “I stopped by to return your torture devices you so recklessly abandoned.” Admiring the stilettos one last time, I place them in her hands.
“Thank you,” Catalina replies appreciatively. Playing along, she puts them on, one foot at a time with such grace I swear it’s unfair. With a raised eyebrow and a wicked gleam she says playfully, “you’re right, they’re torture.”
The way those words slipped from her tongue and rolled against her lips took all of my willpower away. My eyes connect with hers and like always, the energy between us becomes palpable, seemingly electric. Catalina regards me with lust filled eyes, the roundness of her cheeks flushed. She’s turned on alright.
“Oh but what a sweet torture,” I admitted seductively, hoping she caught the double entendre behind my words.
Without thinking, I move towards Catalina with the force of a freight train. My hands grab her luscious waist and pull her flush against me. The sound she made when I took hold of her body made me harder than I was two minutes ago. Catalina quivers in my arms, an obvious confirmation that my actions are welcomed. Catalina’s head nestles sweetly against my chest. I’m sure she can hear those riotous heartbeats as much as I can feel hers pulsing against my abs.
Allowing one of my hands to roam the expanse of her back, I tuck my fingers underneath the hem of her t-shirt, tracing the small of her back, and another whimper escapes her lips. Raising that palm I tilt her chin upwards, beckoning Catalina to look at me. My voice, hoarse and fueled by desire commands her attention.
“I’m going to do something I have wanted to do since the moment I first laid eyes on you.”
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