Book Title: Loyalty and Lies (Chastity Falls #1)
Author: LA Cotton
Genre: New Adult Contemporary
Romance
Release Date: January 2015
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Eighteen-year-old Savanah Parry just moved three
thousand miles across state to escape. The memories…the whispers…the
pain.
Chastity Falls Academy is supposed to be her fresh
start; her salvation. And when Ana meets mysterious Jackson, she begins to
think it is. She hasn’t smiled in almost sixteen months; not since the night
her life changed forever, and despite her guilt…her loyalty, Ana can’t deny
that Jackson is breathing life back into her. With Jackson by her side, Ana
wants to believe she can heal and move on. But she isn’t the only one living a
lie, and the small private Academy has secrets of its own. All is not what it
seems, and Ana is about to find herself in a tangled web of lies; fighting for
survival, again.
Loyalties will be tested, lies will be told. Welcome to
Chastity Falls.
He glanced down at me, cradled in his arms like a baby, and
smiled. “Well, Savanah Parry, you’re home.” Dropping me to the floor, he used
the second key card on the small O-ring to open the door. I managed to balance
on the wall enough to flick the switch, and then hop to the bed.
“Here, let me take a proper look.” Jackson dropped down in
front of me, cradling my foot in his hands. “Ouch, you’ve sprained it pretty
bad. You need to rest and elevate it. Do you have a towel?”
I pointed toward the small bathroom.
Two minutes later, Jackson came out with two towels. He
threw the dry one at me and I started toweling off my hair. The second was damp
and rolled up. “It’s not ice, but it should help with the swelling. Hmm, you
need help changing?” His eyes flickered back to my chest and I coughed. “Just
hand me those pants off of the back of the chair, and that tank?” I pointed to
the desk.
He collected them up and handed them to me. Our fingers
brushed, sending tiny sparks shooting through my skin. “Yeah, so umm, I’ll be
right over here. Not looking,” he said, more to himself than me, as he turned
away.
I scooted back on the bed, trying to peel the wet shirt off
my body. I managed to wiggle free and yanked the clean tank over my head. My
jeans were a different matter. They clung to me like a second skin and as I
tried to inch them down my legs, my ankle burned. “Damn, that hurts.”
“You okay back there?”
“Yeah. You can turn around now.” I fastened the tie on the
slouchy pants and slunk back into the pillows.
Jackson approached the bed, a strained look on his face, as
his eyes raked over me. He wrapped the wet towel round my ankle, with enough
pressure that I could feel it, but not enough it hurt, and then he grabbed one
of the redundant pillows and placed it underneath my lower leg. “There, rest,
ice, compression and elevate. You’ll be as good as new by tomorrow. So, anyway what
were you doing out there?" He left my side and went to sit in the desk
chair.
“The party at Dead Man’s Cove, remember.” The one
you tried to talk me out of.
His eyes locked on mine and his jaw tensed. I couldn’t
decipher what they were trying to say, but he seemed shocked by my omission.
“It wasn’t really my kind of scene, so I left… look how well
that worked out for me.”
He rose from the chair and stalked toward me. I pressed back
into the headboard, unsure of what to expect when he reached me. My heart
pounded as his gaze seared into me and his fingers reached for my soggy hair,
and brushed it out of my eyes. “I’d better go.”
My eyes fluttered shut and I gulped. His touch had been so
gentle, yet I’d felt it all the way to my soul. “Okay. Th-thanks.”
His fingers lingered on my cheek and he looked like a guy
carrying the weight of the world, like he wanted to say more, but couldn't find
the words. And then he pulled back, andmy skin felt instantly cold at the loss
of his touch. Jackson flicked the light switch as he reached the door, plummeting
the room into darkness. The only light was the soft glow from the floodlight
outside the emergency stairwell, allowing me to just make out his silhouette.
The strained tick in his jaw and the lines creasing his brow. He almost looked
pained.
I waited for him to leave. But as he turned the doorknob and
half stepped out of the room, he glanced back at the last minute. “Ana, you
should stay away from me.” It came out barely a whisper.
But I heard it.
Then he disappeared into the corridor.
Author of NA Contemporary Romance, L. A. Cotton loves
writing about those first looks, first kisses, and happily ever afters.
A wearer-of-many-hats, L.A juggles being a full-time mum to
two little people with two part-time jobs and college. In her spare time (and
when she’s not camped out in front of the laptop) you’ll most likely find her
immersed in a book, escaping the chaos that is life. LA has two books currently
self-published: Fate's Love and Love's Spark. Loyalty and Lies, is book one in
her NA college series: Chastity Falls.
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