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Catch
My Breath
The
Breathless Series
Book
1  
Lynn
Montagano
Genre:  Contemporary Romance
Publisher:  HarperImpulse
Date of
Publication:  April 17, 2014
ISBN:  978-0007591749
ASIN:  B00IR2J2BQ
Number of
pages:  275
  

Book
Description: 

Lia Meyers’ plan
for a relaxing Scottish vacation is short-lived when one uncharacteristic
moment of clumsiness lands her in the arms of a dangerously attractive
Englishman.
The perfect
opportunity for a much needed holiday romance? Wrong! Lia’s still reeling from
the mother of all bad breakups, and she really doesn’t have the patience for
Alastair Holden – despite his effortless charm and sexy British accent.
Arrogant and
totally inscrutable, he’s exactly the sort of guy she wants to avoid but can’t:
the man behind the mystery proves just too tempting to resist.
Drawn to him, Lia
is forced to battle with her own insecurities, and the closer they become, the
more she recognizes her own weaknesses as she peels away his layers with every
night they spend together. Discovering the past Alastair is so desperate to
conceal, Lia must decide if they can heal one another together or if their
deepest fears will tear them apart.
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Books 2 and 3 Also
Available: Unravel Me Effortless

 

CATCH MY BREATH excerpt:

My heel snagged on
the carpet, sending me flying. I landed nose-first in a charcoal gray tailored
Armani suit. Momentarily stunned, I clutched onto the toned arms that were
wrapped around me. As I looked up my heart nearly stopped.
Wide emerald eyes
fringed with long lashes gazed down at me with guarded curiosity. His sculpted
mouth twisted into a cautious smile, softening his jawline.
“Are you alright?”
he asked as he loosened his grip on me. His voice was rich and smooth, like a
full-bodied wine. The English accent he had could charm the pants off a nun. It
made me want to fall into his arms again.
I stepped back,
smoothing down my dress. He didn’t look much older than thirty, but his worn
eyes betrayed his youth.
“I’m fine. I’m not
usually that clumsy. Sorry.”
His brows furrowed.
“I kept telling them someone was going to stumble over that patch of carpet.
You’re sure you’re okay?”
“Aside from my
bruised ego and general lack of grace, I think I’ll be alright.” I smiled up at
him in an effort to thwart the growing blush from creeping up my neck. I wasn’t
the type who embarrassed easily and needed to regain some sort of composure. No
luck.
His expression
altered subtly as his stare intensified. Something shifted in the air between
us. It was as though he’d tethered me with some freakishly strong invisible
rope. My pulse quickened. I was caught smack dab in the middle of his magnetic
pull without any means of escape.
Not that I wanted
to get away. His tall frame filled out the suit with powerful elegance. The
quiet control with which he held himself mirrored royalty. A tousled mass of
thick, dark red hair framed chiseled features that would inspire Michelangelo.
But it was those eyes that got me.
They were so
astute, yet veiled. I wanted to know what was behind them. 
“Would you like a
drink?”
How he made such an
innocent question sound so seductive was beyond me. His dark stare was
unflinching. If I said no, he’d probably take it as a personal insult. And I
did want another one of those fruity-minty drinks; I just couldn’t articulate
the words.
“I hear the
signature drink is rather good. Would you like that?”
“Yes, please,” I
finally managed to say.
Forget my cheeks,
my whole body flushed as I watched him move toward the bar. A silver cufflink
glinted off his crisply pressed gray and white pinstriped shirt. I noticed he
paired it with a solid gray tie before he caught me looking. A smile ghosted
across his lips as his languid gaze traced my curves. I made a big deal out of
inspecting the carpet for more hidden traps that my shoes could fall victim to.
He handed me the
drink, my fingers brushing his when I clasped the glass. Against my better
judgment I fell captive to his stare once more. Luckily, I remembered my
manners and thanked him.
“My pleasure. Have
you been enjoying yourself?”
“Yeah. Well, aside
from making an ass of myself just now.”
A flash of white
appeared revealing a dazzling smile. It was extremely sexy and charming. And
dangerous
. I felt myself falling deeper and deeper under his spell.
“Trust me,
stumbling on a carpet is not the worst thing I’ve seen at these events.”
“No?”
“Stick around long
enough and you just might see some of these well-dressed ladies toss off their
shoes and throw some shapes when the band starts playing.” He grinned.
“Throw some what?”
“Dance.” His eyes
flared with humor.
“You Brits and your
crazy sayings,” I laughed.
“We like to keep
you Americans on your toes.”
I took a long sip
of my cocktail to prevent a stupid grin from spreading across my face.
“Don’t have too
many of those. They’re rather potent.”
“But they’re so good.
Don’t piss on my fireworks.” I smiled broadly.
A deep, throaty
laugh filled the space between us.
“’Throwing shapes’
baffled you, but you know ‘piss on my fireworks?’”
“My sister only
taught me the fun slang,” I laughed.
“Does she live
here?”
“Not in Glasgow,
no. She lives in London.”
“Well then, you’ll
have to thank her for me,” he said, smoothing down his tie.
“Thank her for
what?”
“Pretty Americans
who know British slang are rare in these parts.”
“Interesting.” I
looked up at him through my lashes.
“What?”
“Someone just
warned me that you guys have a thing for American girls.”
His eyebrows
arched. “And what did they say?”
“It has something
to do with our accents.”
“You have an
accent?” He angled toward me. “I hadn’t noticed.”
The way that he was
looking at me caused me to completely forget my exhaustion. His dark eyes and
sexy grin woke me up in more ways than one, pushing several of my hot buttons.
“Be careful,” he
said, clasping the glass in my hand. “You don’t want to spill it all over your
dress.”
Way to go. “You must think I’m a hot mess. First I take a nose-dive into your
suit and now I’m dropping drinks.”
“Like I said, I’ve
seen worse.”
The longer I held
his gaze, the faster my heart raced. There was something…forbidden in the way
he looked at me.
“I should probably
get back to my friends.”
“Do you have to?”
A suffocating aura
of want enveloped me. He was closer, dominating the space between us. Our
quick, breezy exchange was light years away from the hazy, thick fog of desire
that hung in the air. Get it together, Lia. Walk away.
“You’re rather deep
in thought.”
I blinked. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I
thought maybe I was boring you.”
A shrill ring
sounded from his pocket. He fished out a cell phone, frowning at the screen.
“I have to take
this.”
And just like that,
I was pulled out of his engaging aura and plopped back into reality.

About
the Author:
A fresh, new voice
in contemporary romance, Lynn is a former TV news writer who decided to take
the plunge and write a novel. She’s thrilled that her debut series has been
published by Harper Impulse. Catch My Breath, Unravel Me and Effortless were
released to rave reviews.
Lynn grew up in a
small town in Rhode Island before venturing out into the world. She’s lived
everywhere from Los Angeles to Boston to Orlando. An avid traveler, Lynn’s been
as far away as Australia and as close as Canada. Her favorite place to visit is
London.
The small town
girl is back on the east coast after a brief stint in Northern California. Lynn
currently resides in Massachusetts, comfortably close to her beloved football
team.

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