About The Book:
Title: Crossing the Line
Series: World Apart #1
Author: Nicola Marsh
Genre: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Release Date: May 8, 2014
Laying it all on the line for love…Mia Cresswell is tired of being good.
Achieving geek status at college doesn’t equate with fun. So when she heads home to her dad’s tennis academy in Santa Monica on spring break, she’s determined to be bad. And hot Aussie tennis star Kye Sheldon is just the guy to help her do it.
However, Kye’s troubled past continues to dog him and attending the Cresswell Tennis Academy is his last chance at the big time. He can’t afford to screw up…by screwing the boss’s daughter.
But Mia and Kye’s relationship is much more than a vacation fling.
Will it be game, set, match, when the truth is revealed?
Or will Mia and Kye have a real shot at love all?
Excerpt:
"Hey."
I turned toward the girl's voice as she stepped out of the shadows, not sure what annoyed me most. The intrusion or the way she sauntered toward me, all long legs and cocky smile.
She was just my type: tall, sexy brunette with enough hip sway to make a guy wonder what made her so confident, and bedroom eyes that hinted at sin.
Sadly, this devil had just landed in the City of Angels and sin was the last thing on my agenda.
"I'm not in the mood for company," I said, expecting her to head back inside.
She didn't falter as she strode toward me. "Too bad, because I needed some air and this terrace is big enough for the both of us."
I could've left but there was something in the way she was staring at me that had me intrigued: like she wanted me but wouldn't have a clue what to do if she got me.
"Mia." She stuck out her hand. "Pleased to meet you."
"Kye." I reluctantly shook her hand. "Wish I could say the same."
"You don't like girls?" She slid her hand out of mine, the insolent quirk of her lips making me want to do something I shouldn't. Like kiss the smirk off her smart mouth.
"Love women." I took a step back, staring at her feet and slowly sweeping upward in a deliberate perusal meant to make a point. I wanted to make her squirm. It backfired, as I noted red nail polish matching her towering shoes, slim ankles, long legs, tight black dress that ended mid-thigh and hugged her lean bod, and pert tits. The frigging dress had a front zipper that just begged to be undone. Beyond hot.
By the time I reached her face, she was blushing.
"So which am I?" She leaned forward, giving me a generous glimpse of cleavage. "Girl or woman?"
I turned toward the girl's voice as she stepped out of the shadows, not sure what annoyed me most. The intrusion or the way she sauntered toward me, all long legs and cocky smile.
She was just my type: tall, sexy brunette with enough hip sway to make a guy wonder what made her so confident, and bedroom eyes that hinted at sin.
Sadly, this devil had just landed in the City of Angels and sin was the last thing on my agenda.
"I'm not in the mood for company," I said, expecting her to head back inside.
She didn't falter as she strode toward me. "Too bad, because I needed some air and this terrace is big enough for the both of us."
I could've left but there was something in the way she was staring at me that had me intrigued: like she wanted me but wouldn't have a clue what to do if she got me.
"Mia." She stuck out her hand. "Pleased to meet you."
"Kye." I reluctantly shook her hand. "Wish I could say the same."
"You don't like girls?" She slid her hand out of mine, the insolent quirk of her lips making me want to do something I shouldn't. Like kiss the smirk off her smart mouth.
"Love women." I took a step back, staring at her feet and slowly sweeping upward in a deliberate perusal meant to make a point. I wanted to make her squirm. It backfired, as I noted red nail polish matching her towering shoes, slim ankles, long legs, tight black dress that ended mid-thigh and hugged her lean bod, and pert tits. The frigging dress had a front zipper that just begged to be undone. Beyond hot.
By the time I reached her face, she was blushing.
"So which am I?" She leaned forward, giving me a generous glimpse of cleavage. "Girl or woman?"
Five for Five with Kye Sheldon:
1. Sydney or Santa Monica?
Sydney: sun, surf, sand. Though considering Mia’s a native Californian, Santa Monica sure does hold some appeal.
2. Vegemite or peanut butter and jelly?
Please, there’s no comparison, Vegemite every time. In Australia, jelly is a wobbly dessert, not jam. And we don’t mix peanut butter with jam, ever.
3. Nadal or Federer?
The Fed is my idol. Though if I could play half as well as the top 10 seeded players I’d be happy.
4. Clay court or grass?
Neither. I don’t mind faking it when it comes to an artificial surface. More predictable.
5. Backhand or forehand?
I have a more lethal forehand but if I had my way, I’d prefer both my hands free for Mia. Go on, ask her. She’ll agree.
Excerpt:
I was in way over my head with this one.
The guys I dated in college were … sedate. Soft-spoken, laid-back guys who talked football and basketball and grades. Guys who were polite and refined. Guys who would play along with goofy crap like what I'd planned.
Guys the antithesis of Kye.
Oh. My. God. Dani had been right. Sex god.
Pity about the attitude.
I didn't go for surly bad boys. Rudeness annoyed me.
But I'd started down this track tonight and if there was one thing I always did, it was finish what I started.
Somehow, my plan had changed between the time I'd left Dani and the time I'd met Kye. Had to have been all of ten seconds from the time he'd stepped out onto the terrace and I'd introduced myself, but I'd known then he was more than a stooge to help me pull off a lame stunt.
There'd been something behind his glower … a hint of vulnerability behind the sneer that made me wonder what a guy like him was doing here. He obviously didn't fit in and I knew the feeling.
As for his sexy Aussie accent? Yeah, that probably had something to do with the fact why I was still hanging around. If only I could encourage him to talk more.
"You can let go now," he said, his low tone making awareness ripple through me. "I won't make a break for it."
I squeezed his hand. "Why don't you let go?"
"Because I'm not the one holding on hard enough to crush every metatarsal in my hand."
"Someone's studying anatomy at college," I muttered, and didn't let go.
I liked holding Kye's hand. Liked the feel of his roughened palm, his strong fingers. Liked the false courage it gave me.
Because I feared if I let go, the last of my courage would disappear and I'd be the one bolting. Back to the safety of my villa, far away from badass Aussies with blue eyes and broad shoulders and a mouth I couldn't stop staring at.
The guys I dated in college were … sedate. Soft-spoken, laid-back guys who talked football and basketball and grades. Guys who were polite and refined. Guys who would play along with goofy crap like what I'd planned.
Guys the antithesis of Kye.
Oh. My. God. Dani had been right. Sex god.
Pity about the attitude.
I didn't go for surly bad boys. Rudeness annoyed me.
But I'd started down this track tonight and if there was one thing I always did, it was finish what I started.
Somehow, my plan had changed between the time I'd left Dani and the time I'd met Kye. Had to have been all of ten seconds from the time he'd stepped out onto the terrace and I'd introduced myself, but I'd known then he was more than a stooge to help me pull off a lame stunt.
There'd been something behind his glower … a hint of vulnerability behind the sneer that made me wonder what a guy like him was doing here. He obviously didn't fit in and I knew the feeling.
As for his sexy Aussie accent? Yeah, that probably had something to do with the fact why I was still hanging around. If only I could encourage him to talk more.
"You can let go now," he said, his low tone making awareness ripple through me. "I won't make a break for it."
I squeezed his hand. "Why don't you let go?"
"Because I'm not the one holding on hard enough to crush every metatarsal in my hand."
"Someone's studying anatomy at college," I muttered, and didn't let go.
I liked holding Kye's hand. Liked the feel of his roughened palm, his strong fingers. Liked the false courage it gave me.
Because I feared if I let go, the last of my courage would disappear and I'd be the one bolting. Back to the safety of my villa, far away from badass Aussies with blue eyes and broad shoulders and a mouth I couldn't stop staring at.
Five for Five with Mia Creswell:
1. Tennis or basketball?
Used to be an LA Lakers fan, until Kye came to town. Now it’s love-all.
2. Denver or LA?
I attend DU to Denver’s where my head is. But my heart’s with Kye and he’s attending my dad’s tennis academy in Santa Monica so…
3. Dani or Kye?
Dani’s my BFF and she’s the best, and a true friend would never put me in the position of choosing. But she does and the resultant fallout? Not good.
4. Vegemite or PB&J?
Please, who in their right mind would eat a salty, black yeast paste on toast? Ugh.
5. Sydney or Santa Monica?
I love Kye but giving up my world to travel to Australia? Seriously, they have the world’s deadliest snakes and spiders Down Under. Is a guy worth all that? Well, maybe…
About The Author:
USA TODAY bestselling author Nicola Marsh writes flirty fiction with flair for adults and spooky, supernatural fiction for young adults.She has published 45 books with Harlequin, Entangled Publishing and indie, and sold over 5 million copies worldwide.
Her first mainstream contemporary romance, BUSTED IN BOLLYWOOD (Entangled Publishing) released to rave reviews, including a nomination for RWA's RBY, Romantic Book of the Year 2012.
Her first indie-pubbed contemporary romance CRAZY LOVE released September 2012, is a Barnes & Noble bestseller, and was nominated for a 2012 ARRA award.
Her young adult debut, BANISH, a supernatural thriller featuring Wicca, spirits and murder, released August 2013 with Harlequin Teen.
Her young adult fantasy series with Month9Books launched November 2013 with SCION OF THE SUN.
Her debut new adult novel BEFORE releases December 2013.
She's also a Waldenbooks, Bookscan and Barnes & Noble bestseller, a 2013 RBY and National Readers' Choice Award winner, is a multiple finalist for awards including the Romantic Times Reviewers' Choice Award, HOLT Medallion, Booksellers' Best, Golden Quill, Laurel Wreath, More than Magic and has won several CataRomance Reviewers' Choice Awards.
Fantasies:
Why do I love writing so much? Because I get to live in a fantasy world.
I’m lucky that my characters take me to some pretty wild places and do some equally wild things…
But I’m also an avid reader. I devour books; have ever since I was a kid.
I read widely, across genres and could happily spend a day/week/month curled up with my nose in a book.
For me, part of the appeal of reading is getting engrossed in another world, being so absorbed in the characters’ lives that I’m almost there alongside them, laughing and crying and feeling their pain.
It’s sheer pleasure to be swept up in the fantasy as I turn the pages, eager to reach the end yet reluctant to do so because I love the story so much.
In CROSSING THE LINE, Mia gets to live out one of her fantasies: geek girl turns bad. And thanks to Kye, the sexy Aussie bad boy, the fantasy just gets better and better!
Embracing fantasies can be liberating and exciting. But it’s those deeper fantasies, the emotional ones we crave like security and love and recognition that can be the most challenging of all.
At least, that’s what Mia and Kye discover…
Now it’s over to you.
Share a fantasy (keep it clean, please!) in the comments. It could be a fantasy date, fantasy dinner, fantasy destination, fantasy celebrity.
Go ahead, use your imagination.
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