"Hot, hotter, hottest! Get ready for book two in the Falling series, as smokin' hot or hotter than its predecessor, Angel Falling. London Falling takes the phrases sexual tension and sexual compatibility to entirely new heights."
–Tome Tender Book Blog
"I was hooked from the very first page. A very inspiring story of two people who lost somebody they loved very deeply. I love how the author goes back and forth between male and female point of view. I love how the author phrased every word. It was beautifully written."
–Books and Beyond Fifty Shades Blog
"This is a big 5 AMAZEBALLS stars!"
–Amazeballs Book Addicts
"There we are again with emotions that came out in gasps and tears and made me turn the pages faster and faster to see what happened!"
–The Book Reading Gals Blog
I feel things. Deeply. More so than most people.
Call it an empathic ability, call it whatever you want. It doesn’t change the fact that I am unable to love…at least not again. When you’ve had everything and lost it, there is no do-over. You can’t repair a shattered heart.
Instead of the pursuit of Mr. Right, I’m forever enjoying Mr. Right Now. It’s worked for me the last four years and will continue for the rest of my days.
Then I met him. Collier Stone. My sexy Englishman. He is everything I don’t need, but can’t deny wanting. His body, his sheer essence calls to that deep place inside me.
Doesn’t matter though. Regardless of how delicious his accent or how intense the chemistry that sizzles between the sheets, the simple fact remains. I will never give him, or any man, what they need from me.
My name is London Kelley and I will never fall in love.