We're excited to bring you the cover reveal for Cassia Leo's The Way We Break! The Way We Break is the second book in Cassia's USA Today bestselling Story of Us series. It is due to be released on May 29, 2015!
Book Two in the USA Today bestselling Story of Us series.
Live the truth...
The truth about Hallie has torn
Houston and Rory apart for a second time. Houston is finally unburdened of the
secret his sister confided in him, but now he must deal with the aftermath.
He has vowed to set things right for
Rory, and he's determined to get her back. But the destruction left in the wake
of Hallie's letter is not the only obstacle he must face. Houston must find a
way to win Rory back by showing her their story isn't over yet.
..or live the lie.
In her desperation to move past the anguish of Hallie's secret and
Houston’s lies, Rory seeks solace in Liam. When Liam is transferred to another
tech company in California, Rory jumps at his invitation to leave Portland, and
her broken heart, behind. In California, Rory finds a friend who opens new
doors for her in the literary world. But does this new friend have ulterior
The Way We Break is the second book in The Story of Us Series, which follows
the tumultuous love story of Rory and Houston. The sequel and final book in the
series, The Way We Rise, will be released September 2015.
It was New Year’s Eve. Troy had wanted us to join him at a frat party, but I knew Rory would feel more comfortable ringing in the New Year just
the two of us. The restaurant was packed with people who either had the same
idea as us, or who just wanted to take advantage of the free New Year’s Eve
beer sampler. I parked my truck in the back of the restaurant, which stood like
a giant two-story box in the center of a dark corner lot.
The front of the restaurant was lit up by a gaudy neon sign and the
sodium yellow glow of a solitary street lamp. But the back of the restaurant
was flush in dark-blue shadow, and the occasional glint of moonlight on chrome.
There was one other car parked back there, but it was a brand new Lincoln SUV.
Probably belonged to the manager or the owner of the restaurant. They wouldn’t
come out until the place closed down at two or three in the morning.
“Do you think they’ll have champagne?” Rory asked, grabbing her phone
out of her purse and tossing the handbag into the truck cab.
“Doesn’t matter. You won’t be able to drink it,” I said, reaching
into the cab to grab an old blanket I kept back there out of habit, tossing it
on top of her purse to further conceal it.
“You don’t know that. I don’t always get carded.”
I can barely see the arc of her cheekbones through the hazy
moonlight. “I don’t know. It’s New Year’s Eve. They might let you slide.” I
reach forward, my fingertips skimming over her knee-high tights, landing softly
on the top of her thigh. “Or they might take one look at you in that skirt and
those schoolgirl socks and decide you’re just too much of a risk.”
Rory and I had never role-played, but ever since I saw her slink into
this outfit, I’d thought of nothing else but bending her over a desk and
fucking her as if our grades depended on it. Being three years apart, Rory and
I didn’t share any classes. But that didn’t change the fact that I thought of
nothing but her while sitting through hours of boring lectures. Fucking her in
that schoolgirl outfit would make up for all the times I’d sat in class trying
my damnedest not to get hard while fantasizing about her mouth around my cock.
I began sliding my fingers beneath her wool tartan skirt, but she
grabbed my hand. “Stop trying to distract me.”
She threw open the passenger door and twisted around to get out. My
eyes locked on the curve of her hips, the bounce of her ass as she plopped down
onto the asphalt. It hadn’t quite been twenty-four hours since we’d last
fucked, but I was already hungry for her again. I stepped out the truck and
headed her off near the tailgate.
“What are you doing?” she said, making a move to sidestep me.
I moved with her, my hands reaching forward to grab her waist. “Don’t
My gaze fell on her chest, the rise and fall of those soft mounds.
The way they curved down into her waist made me dizzy. The snug cream sweater
she wore left just enough to the imagination. My eyes raked over her entire
body, landing on her lips, my mind lingering on the memory of the sweet taste
of her. Finally, I looked up, and the moment our eyes met she knew.
Her arms stretched up, latching onto my neck as I bent down, my arms
locking around her thighs to lift her up. Her legs clenched around my waist as
our mouths collided in a hot fervor of passion. I carried her past my truck,
toward the back wall of the restaurant, my muscles saturated in my need for
“What if we get caught?” she whispered.
I pressed her against the brick wall, leaning my weight into her as I
kissed her deep and hard. Without saying a single word, I was answering her
question: Who gives a fuck?
“Fuck me,” she breathed as I ground my hips into the wet cotton of
“Not yet. I want to watch you come undone.”
I set her down on the asphalt and knelt before her. Her chest heaved
with anticipation as she watched me lift the edge of her skirt. Sliding my hand
behind her thigh, I lifted her leg to rest it on top of my shoulder, opening
her up to me.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, as I slid her panties to the side.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cassia Leo loves her coffee, chocolate, and
margaritas with salt. When she’s not writing, she spends way too much time watching old reruns of Friends and Sex and the City. When she’s not watching reruns, she’s usually enjoying the California sunshine or reading – sometimes both.