BLOG TOUR!!! CAUGHT UP IN YOU...BY COLEE FIRMAN
Caught Up In You Synopsis:
Life has a way of shaping you into what it wants you to be, regardless of how much you fight it.
Brantley Prescott is damaged. Scarred by a past she can’t forget. Hiding secrets she’s terrified to share. Searching for a future she doesn’t believe she’ll ever find.
Myles Franco is alone. Burdened by mistakes he’ll never live down. Fostering a deep resentment for the opposite sex. Unleashing his wrath on any girl who gets too close.
Brantley has worked behind the bar long enough to recognize Myles for what he is—a douchebag player with nothing on his mind but keeping a steady stream of girls flowing through his bed. With his messy dark hair, sapphire blue eyes, rock-solid body, and endless tattoos he’s impossible to ignore. But that’s exactly what she plans on doing.
After just one run-in with Brantley, Myles is even more determined to stick to the rules he lives by. She’s mouthy, blunt, and doesn’t back down—no matter how hard he pushes her. She could turn out be the one temptation that drags him down the path he’s been trying to avoid. He won’t let that happen.
Both are content living behind the solid walls they’ve built around themselves. Neither is prepared for what happens when their lives collide.
Due to sexual content and graphic language - 17+ recommended.
As soon as I stepped inside, I spotted Myles standing just outside his apartment door. There was a suitcase sitting at his feet next to a couple of boxes. I noticed he had a bandage on his arm over the cut he’d gotten the night before from the flying glass. I was glad it was covered.
He crossed his arms and leaned back against the doorframe. “Yeah—you’re just so interesting.”
“Here’s a tip—the person you’re spying on isn’t supposed to know.” I walked over and started up the steps. “My brothers used to—”
He raised his brow. “Used to what?”
I looked back at him and shook my head. “Nothing.”
“Your boyfriend was right,” he said, “don’t drink the water.”
I glared at him as I pulled my apartment keys out of my purse. “Thanks for the confirmation—dick.”
“No problem.” Myles glanced at the logo for Puckett’s Pub on my tank top. “There’s a sign on the door at the bar saying it’s closed until further notice.”
“Looks like I get an impromptu vacation—lucky me.” I pushed my door open and stepped inside, closing it behind me. No work meant no money—perfect.
I leaned against the door and looked around at my all but empty apartment. Life was going to suck hard until the power was back on. No gas or power meant I wouldn’t be able to boil the water. I wouldn’t even have any warm water for showers. It was already unbelievably hot up there and I couldn’t even turn on a fan. Chasing down Jonah and heading to Masonville was starting to catch up to the nail gun.
I practically jumped out of my skin at the sound of my name being shouted. I cracked the door open and popped my head out. Myles was at the bottom of the stairs with his arms draped over the railing. “Yeah?”
“You know you can’t stay here, right?”
“You’ve got a steady stream of useful information today,” I said, smiling at him.
His head cocked to the side. “I’m serious.”
“I can tell.” I pulled my head in and closed the door.
“Fuck!” I whipped the door open and stepped out. “What?”
“Are you leaving?” Myles came around the railing and started up the stairs.
I reached over and closed my apartment door. “I didn’t invite you up here.”
“This is still considered the common area of the house.” Myles stopped one step below where I was standing. “Answer my question—are you leaving?”
“I’m—” I’d never been able to look at someone when I lied to them. Now I felt trapped in the narrow stairwell with only inches between us and nowhere to look but into his eyes. “I’m pretty sure what I do isn’t any of your business.”
“Jesus, fuck,” he said, giving me a little push toward my door. “Go pack your shit. I’ll drop you off wherever it is you plan on going on my way out of town.”
I shoved him back, causing him to move down a step. “I have my own car and I didn’t ask for your goddamn help.”
He looked at me and then turned around and started down the stairs. “That doesn’t mean you don’t need it.”
I sank down to sit on the top step and leaned forward with my forehead on my knees. I’d definitely hit an all time pathetic new low. “I don’t have anywhere else to go…”
Myles stopped but didn’t turn around. “Masonville?”
“Those people there, they all—” I couldn’t even explain what the problem was—at least not without telling him something I knew I’d regret divulging later. “Shelters are setup at the local high schools—I’ll go to one. I promise.”
My words hung in the air for a moment before he started walking again. “Go get your shit together,” he said, glancing back over his shoulder. “You’re coming with me.”
Colee Firman Bio:
Colee Firman has always been a closet writer. As an only child, there were constantly stories swimming around in her head. In 2012, she finally started unleashing them on the world, beginning with The Unbinding Fate Series.
As a Michigan native, she never passes up a chance to escape the winter weather. When she’s not working at her day job or writing, she’s traveling with her longtime boyfriend, reading with her cat, or binging on Netflix.
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