Fall Into You by Georgina Kiersten
Her family are no exception. Her mother won’t stop making passive-aggressive comments.
Exhausted by this charged atmosphere, a boss that doesn’t appreciate her, and the never-ending town rumors, Imari makes a bold decision. Come autumn, she moves to Appeley (a small town in Hill Country) and never looks back.
In Appeley, for the first time ever, Imari feels welcome, happy, and unapologetically herself. She tries new things, makes brand-new friends and, while attending the fall apple festival, she accidentally bumps into a very familiar face…
Cassidy Martinez was her childhood best friend and partner in crime. Now, she has grown into a stunning, confident woman, and Imari can’t help noticing.
Should she take a risk?
Can the two of them pick up where they left off, or is being friends not going to be enough this time around?
- Implied faphobia
- Emotional abuse from a parent.
- Implied homophobia (briefly)
- Religious abuse
“Great, I’m lost,” Imari muttered to herself. She was just deciding to ask the nearest vendor for directions when suddenly something shoved her hard. With an oomph, Imari felt herself falling forward into what was sure was going to be a painful collision to the ground when abruptly a pair of strong 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 and with a tight swimmer’s build. She had dark umber skin a few shades deeper than Imari’s own dark brown skin. Long black hair 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 to see those eyes get impossible 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 diffidently 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!”
The woman quirked an eyebrow. “You do remember me, don’t you?”
“I’m sorry?” Imari squeaked.
“My family used to go to the same church as yours? 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 dark skin black girl with a brilliant smile. A smile that was achingly similar to the one woman was giving Imari at that very moment.
“Cassidy?” Imari clutched her chest. “Cassidy Martinez?!”
There standing in the sunlight, thousands of miles from Houston was her childhood best friend both familiar and strange and utterly devastating.