Fall Into You by Georgina Kiersten

Before reading this book you should take a moment to read the content warnings below:

• Implied Fatphobia
• Religious Abuse
• Implied Homophobia
• Implied Queerphobia

With a resigned sigh, Imari walked around, looking for any hint of the pumpkin stand. The festival area was small and she would find Bobbie Jean’s booth sooner or later, right? For a while, Imari walked aimlessly, annoyed at being jostled and pushed by the crowd.

“Great, I’m lost,” Imari muttered to herself. She was just about to ask the nearest vendor for directions when someone shoved her hard. Imari felt herself falling forward into what she was sure was going to be a painful collision with the ground when abruptly, a pair of powerful arms caught her.

“Are you okay?”

Imari looked up to meet almond-shaped brown eyes so dark that they shone like polished river stones. Imari gasped as she took in the woman’s face. She thought she was used to being around beautiful people. Hell, Zephyr was her best friend, after all.

But this woman was on another level. She was tall, with a tight swimmer’s build. She had dark umber skin a few shades deeper than Imari’s. Her savior had long black hair that was pulled up into a sloppy bun to show off a neat fade underneath.

Imari’s eyes couldn’t help but dart down to the fullest lips she had ever seen. She licked her lips and then darted her head up to see those eyes get impossibly darker and hot enough to burn.

Cheeks warming in embarrassment, Imari stumbled back, “Um, sorry.”

The woman snapped out of her daze, and then she frowned. “Do I know you?”

Imari shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

‘I definitely would have remembered seeing someone like you,’ She thought to herself.

“Imari?” She looked Imari up and down. And Imari barely repressed another shiver. “Imari Haines?

Imari blinked in amazement. “Yes?”

The woman laughed. “I knew I recognized your face!”

“What?”

The woman quirked an eyebrow. “You remember me, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry?” Imari squeaked.

“My family used to go to the same church? Our mothers were friends.” She gave a low chuckle. “You used to always steal Mr. Haversham’s begonias to make flower crowns.”

Then, everything clicked: a memory of a pretty little girl with a brilliant smile. A smile that was achingly similar to the one this woman was giving Imari right now.

“Cassidy?” Imari clutched her chest. “Cassidy Martinez?!”

There, standing in the sunlight, thousands of miles away from Houston, was her childhood best friend: who was familiar, strange, and utterly devastating.

• Coffeeshop romance
• Fat Positives 
• Bisexual Main Character
• Afro-latina Main Character
• Motorcyle Rides, 
• Fall Romance 
• Small town Romance
• Childhood Friends to Lovers
• Low Angst. 
• Butch/Femme Relationship