BLOG TOUR: Falling Trilogy by Maya Hughes

 

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🎶 ABOUT 🎶

The Falling Trilogy is a Fulton U Universe sports romance spinoff.

I don’t deserve her forgiveness, but I can’t stop myself from fighting for it.

Bay Logan ran from me four years ago and I can’t blame her. I broke her heart and my own with one split second mistake.

If I were a better guy, I’d walk away and let her live her life, but maybe I haven’t learned my lesson yet because I can’t stop thinking about her. And I won’t stop until she knows how much I still love her.

My Review

The first book wrecked me.

The second book wrecked me.

The third book pretty much wrecked me, too.

"Dare had become so intertwined with my soul that walking away would be like leaving a piece of myself behind."

Loved this trilogy so much! It was angsty, heartbreaking, and sexy. Bay Bishop and Dare Keyton had a hell of a journey to their HEA. They had lots of personal demons to overcome, as well as obstacles in their way, but I thought the author wrote a credible story because, let's face it, life is not plain sailing.

”Falling asleep beside her, the final piece of my peace in place, I knew what my life was like without her and with her. Without wasn’t an option.”

Bay and Dare had an absolute emotional roller-coaster of a relationship but needed each other to really live, feel, and be truly happy. Dare had an absolutely rotten childhood and until he got the help he needed to deal with them, he was never going to be okay. Bay might have had a loving parent but she was no stranger to loss and fear. I fell into the final story hard and was riveted as they found each other again, learned about the person each had become, and fought to overcome everything in their way, including themselves. Their story was painful and frustrating, but also tender and hugely passionate. My whole being was rooting for them all the way to their beautiful conclusion.

🏈 EXCERPT🏈

Kissing her was a mistake. It was supposed to be the period at the end of the sentence, closing the book on this attraction between us. I’d thought maybe she’d slap me or shove me away.

Instead, she’d met my lips with her own uncontainable desire. I’d pressed my hand against the small of her back and held her face to mine. Staring into her eyes, I knew it wasn’t the end of anything.

I’d dropped a lit match into a warehouse of fireworks, and all I had was a garden hose to fight this fire.