Title: The Crashing Series Box Set
Author: Kristen Hope Mazzola
Release Date: April 22, 2016
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Crashing Back Down (#1) -
Mags McManus has just become a war widow in her mid-twenties. Her late
husband, Randy, left for the Army right after their wedding. Instead of celebrating his homecoming and
living in marital bliss with her soulmate, Mags finds herself living in constant agony. Dealing with the
guilt of still living without Randy, are Randy's best friends and
parents.
Rising from the ashes of this tragedy, Mags starts to learn how to love and trust
again, finally being able to find happiness. But sometimes things really are too good to be true and again
Mags learns how cruel the world can be as she crashes back down.
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Falling Back Together (#2) -
“I don't know if it’s fate, coincidence, or my curse, but
I'm still breathing, and my breaths are for you.”
Mags McManus is far from a normal woman in her mid twenties. Being a war
widow, a business professional, and a brokenhearted train wreck only skims the surface of the layers of
who Margret McManus truly is. Waking up in a hospital bed, alone and confused, Mags once again has
to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart. With her best friends by her side, Mags slowly starts to
learn the answers she so desperately longs for. But is everything going to continue to spiral out of
control? Or is there a light at the end of this dark, twisting tunnel where all the broken pieces can finally
fall back together?
Note from the author: Second book in the two part Crashing Series. Crashing Back
Down should be read before Falling Back Together to avoid spoilers. A portion of all royalties from
Falling Back Together are donated by the author to The Marcie Mazzola
Foundation.
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Crashing: The Wedding (#0.5) -
**This Book is a Standalone** It is a companion novella to The Crashing Series and
takes place before Crashing Back Down (book 1 in the series).
Well this is freaking great…
Right when my best friend’s wedding was in full swing, the flowers were
paid for, the dresses were being tailored and the bachelorette party was planned and nonrefundable,
the bomb gets dropped right on my doorstep at four in the morning.
“The Wedding is OFF!” Mags yelled right as I opened the door to my
apartment.
Oh hell no! We’re not canceling these plans. I will make this work. I will get
her and Randy on track to walking down that freaking isle. I am getting to go on a bachelorette weekend
vacation to party with my best friend! This is happening whether Mags and Randy like it or
not.
That’s what a best friend is for, right?!
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He climbed onto the foot of my king-sized bed, handed me my black coffee, and
set out the food carefully. "How about breakfast in bed and a movie?" He pulled
Almost Famous out of his jacket pocket and tossed me a smirk. The smell of the bitter coffee
made my mood lift a little, and I peeked out from under my blankets.
There is no way I can turn down that smile, my favorite movie, and breakfast
bribery.
"How could I say no to an offer like that?" I jumped out of my bed,
tousled my hair a little in an attempt to tame it slightly, and put all of the pillows back onto the bed
while Walker started the movie and threw his black leather jacket onto the
floor.
We climbed under the covers, cuddling down to have an awesome breakfast with
good company. Walker’s shoulder cradled my head as I slurped coffee from the plastic lid and let
my eyes wander over his muscular, tattooed arms. I had been with him and Randy for almost every one
of their ink sessions. I could imagine the swallows on Walker’s chiseled chest that he got about a
month after we met. He was handsome and tall, and he had an erotic stare that could make any girl wet
within seconds. I never knew why he just jumped around from girl to girl, not even able to define
monogamy. Randy had always said that being promiscuous was just in Walker’s nature, and I
never questioned it further.
It was comforting to have someone fill the other side of the bed. We watched the
movie, reciting every line, and munched away on the glazed treats. When the credits started to roll,
Walker pulled me to him tighter; he could always tell when the tears were about to start. I breathed in
his mix of salty tears and men's cologne, a smell that had become a little too comforting to me
recently. We lay silently while the credits played out, the movie soundtrack hushed in the background of
our embrace.
When the room went silent, I buried my face into Walker’s chest a little
harder. "You'll never know how much it means to me that you come here every week,"
I choked out, unable to contain my emotions any longer. His thumb battled the tears cascading down
my exposed cheek.
Walker’s big green eyes were soft, a look rarely seen from the hard-ass
country boy. Knowing that made his kind face and words mean so much more to me. "I'll
never miss our Sunday tradition. It's the best part of my week. You still don't know how much
it helps me too."
The sincerity of his words spread over Walker’s face, and again, he stunned
me. His chiseled jawline, jet-black hair, and olive skin made his light eyes stand out, and when he was
vulnerable to emotion, it made everything that much more
handsome.
You want to know more about me? Well, let's see...
I am just an average twenty-something following my dreams. I have a full time "day job" and by night I am an author. I guess you could say that writing is like my super power (I always wanted one of those). I am the lover of wine, sushi, football and the ocean; that is when I am not wrapped up in the literary world.
A portion of all my profits are donated to The Marcie Mazzola Foundation.
I am just an average twenty-something following my dreams. I have a full time "day job" and by night I am an author. I guess you could say that writing is like my super power (I always wanted one of those). I am the lover of wine, sushi, football and the ocean; that is when I am not wrapped up in the literary world.
A portion of all my profits are donated to The Marcie Mazzola Foundation.
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