Title: Fear of Heights (The Heightsbound Series #2)

Author: Mara White

Series: The Heightsbound Series

Genre: Erotic \

Publication Date: September, 12, 2014

Event Organized By: Literati Author Services, Inc.

~ Synopsis ~

What are you willing to sacrifice

for love? Your family? Your freedom? What about your life?

She’s a wealthy, forty-three-year-old

Upper East Sider with a PhD – He’s a twenty-three-year-old Dominican drug

dealer from Washington Heights.

Kate Champion always did exactly

what was expected of her. She was the perfect wife, the perfect mother – until

the day she met Jaylee Inoa.

Their journey travels a path

riddled with danger, deceit, scandal and loss – where nothing is as it seems.

Yet Kate and Jaylee’s passion for one another remains nearly unstoppable.

Will this daring pair of lovers

from two different worlds triumph over circumstance? Can they deny the past in

their quest to be together? Or is fear the ultimate navigator - a force more

powerful than love?

Prologue

Jaylee

Rikers Island, East

Elmhurst, New York

My stomach growls from the shit lunch of bologna and

American cheese. I’ll die before I’m

twenty-five in here from all the crap they been feeding me. I need more calories because of my workout

routine, and the commissary just don’t cut it.

Half the time I probably burning muscle, but what the fuck you gonna do

about it? You can’t change this

fucked-up machine. What I wouldn’t give

for some Spanish food—just a goddamn plate of my grandma’s rice and beans.

I flip the pen around and around in my hand, trying

to think of what to say. It brings me

right back to being eight years old, the school-assigned social worker jabbing

at me to “write him whatever you please!”

I pick at a popped blister from going at the weights in the yard. Soon enough it’ll get hard and callous—just

like everybody who been up in here too long.

“He’d love to hear anything about you. Why don’t you

tell him about basket-ball?” As if it

was easy, when you hadn’t talked to him in years. An’ my ma bent over the kitchen table with

cried-on love letters to my dad, praying on lighted candles and over special

oils to Dios Santísimo, that he don’t get sent to Sing Sing.

We couldn’t afford the trip up there, so we saw him

less and less. The sound of his voice

just became a memory to me, and when we did get up there, I pitied the man I

saw. Couldn’t get past the fact that he

fucked up. I felt like he let them put him away. I swore to myself if I ever got there, I’d be

smarter than he was. That I’d get

revenge before I’d let ‘em make me live my life behind bars. Now look at where I am.

At least I got a plan.

Love letters. Kate wrote me one once. There’s a trick to them, right? You gotta try to convince a woman that you’ll

love her forever. It’s not just about

the first time she reads it, she’s gotta see it every time she looks. Try doing it on jail-issued stationery. I had to earn the privilege to use a

pen. How the fuck you tell someone they

everything you got—when all you got is a page?

How do I tell her how much I want her to have my kid? I love knowing that he’s inside her, that

there’s part of me with her. Thing is, I

can’t control the lies she’s being fed; she’ll choose the lawyer over me.

How do you

say all that on paper when all you ever got through was public school? She got everything she needs—or at least

that’s how it’d seem to anybody looking in.

But I know—I know—how much

Kate needs me.

I crumple up the last sheet of the ones they gave me

and toss it onto my bunk. I don’t know

how to put my heart on paper. I can’t

make her understand why I did what I done.

On Friday they

call me out for a visit, though I’m not expecting nobody. Mamá, Janinie,

and everybody coming next week—or that’s what we said on the phone. I’m

never expecting Kate again. I have no idea what she decided to do with

the baby. I don’t know if he still here with us or gone already.

The baby’s the only thing I ever cared about more than her, but I’m not

gonna let myself hate her for it. She shouldn’t a’ had to go through it

by herself - either way. If I’d watched

my back, I wouldn’t a’ ended up here.

I stick my hands

out the drop door in the cell so they can cuff me. The corrections

officer calls me “Dorado,” ‘cause that’s what they called my pops when he was

here. I try not to get involved, but it ain’t easy when your ties run

deep like mine do. My old man spent a minute in Rikers; he up the river

now in Sing Sing. He’s spending his days

at the big house, but he got connections all through the whole system. He

got his reputation too, and I’m expected to keep it.

Probably an ex or

somebody I was messing around with before Kate who come to see me. Girls

got something about visiting guys in jail. They love the drama.

They love the attention they get from everybody else. Girls that

won’t even give you the time of day on the outside start writing you letters

about how much they miss you when you in the box. It’s bullshit. But

I admit—it do make the time go by faster. And right now I got nothing but

time.

I get stuck in the hall for the count—which

means whoever waiting for me is stuck too. The guard I’m with lets me do

wall push-ups after he cuffs me to a door.

I go at it, hard as fuck, until I’m dripping sweat and my muscles are

burning. Working out helps me not to think about her—or the baby.

The burn is good. It shuts up the furia. There ain’t shit I can do anyway, so why make myself

crazy playing it all over again in my head?

The count takes forever and I’m betting

whoever’s out there waiting is regretting this. First and last visit.

Nobody want to see me

that bad.

When we finally walk into the visiting

room, my eyes catch her before anything else, even though the place is packed.

I’m a homing pigeon. I can’t see nothing else.

She’s Kate, but she ain’t Kate.

Same black hair, same pale face. Same scared blue eyes. Her

body is slamming too, less hip, more tit, and she a little taller. Maybe

it’s the heels. She looks good.

But I know who she is.

It’s the sister. Arriving like the

grim reaper. She come repping for the other side. I gotta smile

that this mina got herself into

Rikers. I can tell she’s shitting herself, even worse than Kate. She

ain’t never been in no place like this before, that’s for sure. All dolled up to come see a criminal like me.

There’s some part of me that wants to run

to her just ‘cause they family. And then another part that wants to

refuse the goddamned visit. I know Kate feel like she ain’t good enough

for her own family. Makes me fucking hate ‘em. Kate is

good—that’s her main problem. It’s

something she won’t let herself see.

Now she’s starting to work her hands

like she in full-blown panic mode. I guess I take pity on her. She

looks too much like my girl. Shit, it’s messing with my head—and my dick.

I pull out a chair and sit down, drilling

my eyes into the back of her head. She spinning around, looking across

the whole room. She don’t know who the fuck I am. She turns and

stares, her eyes taking everything in. I can practically hear her heart

pounding from over here. She like a baby bird—ready to flip out and fly

into the fucking window. She looks at me and I gesture to the chair

across the table. Relief hits her whole face and her shoulders relax.

She smiles quick and then it disappears and she look scared again.

She marches over to the table and sits down fast.

“Jaylee?”

Why she gonna ask me after she already

sit down? I’m tempted to say no, but I just stare at her instead. I can see how much they look alike, but I can

also see how they different. She got doubt all over her face. She

wanna fly the fuck out of here. That makes two of us.

“Emily,” I say not giving anything away.

I’m gonna make her work hard for it.

“Oh, Kate told you about me?”

“She didn’t tell me much. ‘Nough to

know you exist. Otherwise I’d think I was seeing ghosts.”

“Have you talked to her?”

“Pfft. Naw, not since she came in here to

tell me she was pregnant. Not that it’s your business. They send

you to come tell me she got rid of it?”

“I came on my own, Jaylee.”

She stops and looks down.

“Kate’s missing; I was hoping you could

tell me where to find her.”

Review:

I love White's writing style. This is the second book of the series and like the first, I found myself completely immersed in the writing. This book has the characters we all love to hate. I can say more than one time I wanted to scream at these characters. What I love about this book is how well its written. I found myself right there beside the characters. And let me tell you this is one exciting read. The world is a bit dangerous, but man is it exciting. This read is the kind of escape from reality that most readers crave.

Overall I really liked the book. I didn't always like the characters, but at the same time I loved them. I can't imagine why you wouldn't want to read this book. I truly enjoyed every moment of it.

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~ About the Author ~

I’m a reader, a writer, and a lover of all things romantic. I’m also a coffee, hot sauce, ink, telenovela and Bikram Yoga enthusiast. I live in New York City with my husband and two children, and I spend a lot of time on the playground.