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Tucked away at the base of the Rocky Mountains lived a little boy with one singular dream: leave this broken and battered home and become someone.

Be somebody’s hero.

That boy was me—Colby Brooks. Except I’m not that same little boy anymore.

My dreams might still be the same, but my reality isn’t.

I’m smarter. Stronger. A man.

And I learned a long damn time ago, the only way to achieve my dreams was to avoid distractions—at any cost.

Focus. Resolve. Determination.

But all it took was one single night. One night and my entire life…changed.

One night had me colliding head first with the biggest distraction of my life; Rory Oaks.

Smart. Charming. Beautiful.

Rory changed everything.

Quickly, my one-track mind started to bend.

Each kiss faded decade-long dreams.

And with one single incident, I fly off course.

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“In that moment, it feels like the world momentarily stops spinning, the noise draining into silence around us.”

“Sometimes life throws you a curveball and you have to find a way to deal with it.”

“That smirk, those soulful eyes, the way his voice feels like a warm blanket protecting me from the outside world. He’s dangerous. He’s the man you’re warned about growing up. The man who can make or break you, flipping your world upside down without even realizing it. The kind of man who comes around once in a lifetime. The man you don’t let go.”

I’ve just finished the most epic and brilliantly written love story. I’m tangled, twisted and turned totally inside out. This book has me all tied up in knots and begging for more. The kind of story that gives you all the feels and yet you know it’s going to destroy ever single piece of you. The Upside of Falling has left me completely and utterly speechless. I am blown away. I am in a state of shock and denial. I have’t had a book make me feel this way in such a long time….

The Upside to Falling is the kind of book that just sneaks up on you. It sweeps you off your feet and you just know within minutes that this book is going to be epic. The pull and draw of the characters sucking you in and devouring the pages. This is the kind of story that you can’t put down, but just know that some how this story is just going to break you.

Colby and Rory are 100% meant for each other. Rory is persistent and has the biggest heart. She is stronger than she looks, determined and loves with everything she is. She never meant to fall for Colby, but knew that he was the kind of man that you live for. He’s broody and kind of a jerk. He’s broken and beautiful at the same time. He doesn’t let many people in, but when he does….look out. He jumps in with both feet and doesn’t hold back.

The road to happily ever after is not an easy one for these two. Their road is filled with baggage and painful memories. It’s filled with obligations and doing what they each think is best for the other. Their journey is filled with so much pain and heartache. I had a feeling these two would break my heart, but I held on. I couldn’t get enough. I had to see how their story would end. Despite all the pain and angst, this story had so many beautiful moments. Moments to make you swoon and burst with joy. Moments that had you believing in love.

I fell in love with The Upside to Falling from the very first page. From the palpable & intense emotions, to a love story that would defy everything, to letters that I could just read all day and seeing the little pieces they each gave. Yes, I fell in love quickly and allowed these characters to burrow deep in my soul. Their story captivating me, intriguing me and leaving me begging for. A story whose ending shocked me to my very core. With tears still fresh in my eyes and words that are failing me, I will just leave you with this: The Upside to Falling was a damn good read. I need book 2 in my life like yesterday. My emotions are all over the place and I can not wait to see how this story will end. The Upside to Falling totally knocked me off my feet and has without a doubt earned its place as a top read of 2018 for me and is one of my favorite reads by this author to date.

There is so much to love about the Upside to Falling. This love. This story is epic and unforgettable. It will make you swoon. It will make you rage. It will frustrate you and make you want to throw your kindle. It will have you begging for Book 2 and will leave you in the best emotional mess. And I gotta tell you, the rollercoaster ride is so worth it. Rory and Colby are worth it. Their love is worth fighting for and I hope you’ll check out their journey and fall madly in love with Rory and Colby just as I did.

*I was provided an ARC copy of this book, in exchange for an honest review*


Head turned down, pushing the sleeves of his white Henley up his arms, he swaggers toward me. His jeans hang low on his hips, held up by the same brown belt he wore the other night. His narrow waist directs my eyes to the center of his jeans, and I can’t help wonder what might be behind the crotch of his pants.

And then there is his chest. Barrel like, broad and prominent. His thick biceps showcase his strength, and the fabric of his shirt stretches over his shoulders and forearms. Having spent a lot of time at the gym, I’ve seen every body type, but Colby’s is different. He’s strong, built, but not like a body builder. His body seems to suggest the only kind of weight he’s been lifting is his own body, pushup after pushup. I can’t imagine there being barbells in his workouts, but I can imagine logs, cadets, and heavy machinery. He has working muscles, the kind you earn from hard, dedicated work on the field. In a word? Impressive.

Walking up to Stryder, he grips his friend’s shoulder and says something into his ear. A smirk crosses Stryder’s face before he moves over to our side of the bowling alley and takes Colby’s place.

Is he leaving? Already?

Might as well at this point. It’s not like he’s going to talk to me, not after my pathetic attempt at a bet. I should have known I was going to hang out in the gutter all night. It’s where I usually am when I’m bowling. I blame the ball. The thing has a vendetta against me.

Sighing, I prop my chin in my hand and watch Stryder expertly toss his ball down the lane, getting a strike . . . once again. And just like every other strike, he pumps his arm up in the air and celebrates. We get it, you’re good, no need to—


That voice . . .

Stunned, eyes wide, not able to move, not wanting to scare him away, I keep my eyes trained forward, soaking in that beautifully deep voice of his for a brief moment before saying, “Hey.”

“Can I sit here?”

Still keeping my eyes trained forward, I say, “Sure.”

My body tingles with awareness of how close he is to me, that fresh laundry scent invading my senses, prickling the little hairs on my arm. My body leans toward his, wanting a little more, searching for anything else he might give me. I don’t know why he’s choosing to engage me in conversation, but I’m sure as hell not moving while he does.

“Sorry about tonight,” he says and he actually sounds sincere.

“Why are you sorry?” I mumble.

Reaching around, he takes my cheek in his hand. The callouses on his palm rubbing against my skin is a welcome sensation. As I’m turned toward him, I steady my breathing. I’m having a hard time slowing my heart rate because of his close proximity, and the unexpected touch shooting a wave of heat through my veins.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to ask me any questions. I didn’t think you were going to suck that bad.” A playful smile tugs at his lips, and my heart sinks to the floor. Oh God, he’s so gorgeous, especially when he smiles.

Matching his smirk, I say, “I didn’t think I was going to suck that bad either.”

“I feel bad.”

“You should.” That garners a laugh, deep and throaty, the sound cloaking me like a shield, protecting me from the outside world, bringing me into a little bubble where we are the only two that exist.

“Ask me a question.”

Shocked, I swallow hard and say, “Really?”

He nods and holds up his fingers. “You get three.”

“Oh, three? Wow, I feel like you just gave me the key to your soul.”

Rolling his eyes, he adjusts his stance on the barstool and leans back, giving us some space, our knees still knocking into each other. “Easy killer; it’s just three questions.”

“Yeah, three questions I didn’t have before.” Tapping my chin, I try to think of good questions, but now that I have him willing and waiting, nothing comes to mind. I wasn’t prepared for this, he caught me off-guard, and now I feel I can’t be strategic about my probing. “Hmm . . . what do you like to do on the weekends?”

“Jump,” he answers.

Searching his eyes, lips quirked, I say, “Uh, you’re going to have to be more specific than that. What kind of jumping are we talking here? Like jump roping? Because that seems kind of weird to do on the weekends, and if you tell me you’re in some kind of jump-roping club at the academy, I’m not going to believe you.”

His lips curve up as he scratches the side of his jaw. “Jump out of airplanes.”



That’s . . .

Uh, that’s really hot.

“So you just casually jump out of airplanes?”

“I’m part of the Wings of Blue, the academy’s parachute team. We jump every day, at least two to three times a day after class and before dinner, depending on wind and ceiling limits. On the weekends, some of the guys, including Stryder and me, go to Springs East Airport and do civilian jumps. The more jumps we get in, the higher the chance we’ll be considered for big demonstrations, like parachuting into football games and major sporting events for the Rockies and Broncos.” Ummmm. Did anyone else just hear how many words he gifted me? And seriously? Does the man have no clue how incredibly sexy he is when he talks about something he loves? The expression on his face . . .

“Wow, that’s . . . that’s really hot.” I chuckle. “Sorry, I don’t mean to fangirl over your parachuting, but I guess I wasn’t expecting that answer. You just jump out of planes?”

He slowly nods. “Every day.”

“Anything to get you up in the clouds, huh?”

“Yeah,” he answers shyly, rubbing his jaw. “Okay, next question.”




Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.

Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.

Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!

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