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Falling for You: A sweet and spicy romance from Bailey B.

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I met the girl of my dreams in the strangest place—sitting in a church parking lot while my best friend had the audacity to hook up in my truck. Layla was parked two spaces away, pretending not to notice my awkward situation. I've never seen someone so beautiful, and I definitely haven't stumbled over my words so much. Needless to say my cheesy pickup line and drunken compliments didn't exactly win her over.

Still, there's something about Layla that has me drawn in. I want to spend time with her, make her smile, and maybe—just maybe—she could be the one to settle me down. That is, if I can get her to give me the time of day.


Everything about Josh screams danger—his sharp jaw, vibrant eyes, and lips that have probably kissed every girl in town. I know better than to give him a chance, but it’s easier said than done. He makes my heart race like I'm in a Hallmark movie, and my legs go weak with just one look.

I managed to resist him once, but I can't be sure I'll be able to do it again. Can I really trust him with my heart, or will this be one romance I end up regretting?


★★★★★ "What a wonderful read. As soon as I started reading I was transported to a whole other place where I could relax and forget about everything that is bothering me. The story grabs you and keeps you turning pages till you reach the end and then you need more. This is a must read, you will not be sorry that you did." --Reviewer

★★★★★ "Once I started this book I was hooked. Josh is a hard working country boy who has some unexpected things fall on his plate. Layla is a girl trying to escape a family that wants her to merry for status not love. Josh and Layla have a good thing going and Josh screws that up when the unexpected happens. It's an easy read, fun, surprising and all around good book! I can't wait to see what Bailey comes out with next!" -- Reviewer

★★★★ "Bailey B’s “Falling for You” is one of those sometimes-turbulent new adult love stories that tugs at you and settles in your chest! At times, the story feels like it’s moving a bit slow, but I love the hero so much that it honestly doesn’t matter to me. I’m a hopeless romantic at heart, and Josh friggin’ stole it." -- Reviewer



  • Small town
  • Opposites attract
  • Cowboy
  • New girl in town
  • Unexpected parenthood (+denial)

Read the 1st Chapter

A chill slithers through me as I look out the window from my seatin row 23A. Our pilot circles the runway, waiting for the go-aheadfrom the control tower to launch us into the sky. Tonight’s flightis relatively short but it’s on an older plane, so there’s no movie.

To add to my bad luck, there’s no internet up in the clouds, which means the new books I wanted to read on my Kindle app are useless. I should have downloaded them before takeoff or bought a magazine at the kiosk, but because of my lack of planning, I’m stuck on an almost two-hour flight with nothing but my thoughts.

One thought, in particular, won’t leave me alone: Why am I going back?

It’s not the quietness of a small town or how the stars shine brighter away from the big city that draws me in. Nor is my return for the friends I left, because Hattie Reynolds is the only person to text me since I left.

What’s pulling me back is what’s kept me away for so long—Joshua Thomas—and it’s not a matter of if I’ll run into him, it's when, because

Hattie’s boyfriend, Landon Waters, is one of Josh’s best friends.

I wrap my arms around my waist. As much as I’ve talked myself up to the possibility of running into Josh, I’m not ready to see him again.

Butterflies are throwing a party, dousing my insides with buckets of vomit that threaten to expel themselves into the tiny paper bag the airplane has provided for such occasions.

Do I love Josh?



I’m not sure.

Love is a fickle word with expectations and the possibility of a future attached to it. All I know is I’ve never felt a pull to be near someone like I do when I’m with him, and a part of me I didn’t know existed broke when I left.

So, that brings me back to my original question. Why come back? Why subject myself to the pain and the embarrassment of looking like an idiot to him and the people I thought were my friends?

The easy answer? Because I am a fool.

What was it Elvis said? Only fools fall in love? Or perhaps it’s that they rush in? I don’t know. However the saying goes, I did both—rushed into a relationship and fell too hard.

I slide the window shade up and notice our pilot circling the landing strip. I’ve done it again, gotten lost in my thoughts while time races away from me. I’ve been doing that a lot since moving back to Georgia. Losing time.

Fifteen minutes later, the plane touches down and I’m allowed to disembark. I grab my rolling carry-on bag and my backpack from the overhead compartment, then shuffle my way through the sea of bodies in the terminal.

After a quick chat with the car rental company, and a nerve-racking two-hour drive, I finally make it to the yellow one-bedroom cottage that

Hattie and Landon call home. No one pays me any attention as I cross the grassy knoll beside the house. A cruel reminder that these people were never really my friends.

I take a deep breath, hoping it will settle my nerves, and head for the kitchen. Tonight isn’t a night I want to tackle sober.

The front door is open, so I let myself in. Dozens of empty bottles line the cabinet tops like trophies. It’s stupid, if you ask me because I’d bet a hundred dollars he can’t remember anything about the parties he drank themat.

I open the fridge, unsurprised to see it filled with White Claw, beer, and Jello shots. I grab a plastic container, filled with what I’m hoping is watermelon- flavored Jello. I swipe my tongue around the inside edge, loosening the gelatinous goo, and swallow. Without giving myself time to change my mind, I reach in and grab a beer. I’ve never liked White Claw, it always reminded me of flavored seltzer water, but Hattie loves the stuff.

“Ahhhhh!” a girl screams from behind me.

I know that high-pitched squeal, but recognizing the sound doesn’t stop me from jumping and hitting my head on the edge of the freezer door. I pop the top of my can, then rub the sore spot with my free hand while I take my first sip of the night. I don’t particularly like beer, but it hits faster than Jello.

Hattie runs into the kitchen, hands waving about like a madwoman, before throwing them around my neck. The sheer force of her embrace makes me stumble back against the fridge. I peel her blue-tinged strands from my lipstick and force a laugh. While I’m happy to see Hattie, and for someone to be excited I’m here, I don’t feel gleeful. My skin is crawling, my stomach is twisting, and I need her to let me go before I hyperventilate.

“Good to see you too, Hattie.”

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” She releases me as the world begins to spin out of focus. Like almost everyone else here, Hattie is drunk. Unsurprising, considering how late it is.

I bite my lip, wondering if I should have waited until morning to come by. I could have blamed missing her nineteenth birthday on a delayed flight. Too bad I know myself. If I didn’t come out tonight, I wouldn’t have shown up at all.

Hattie grabs my hand and takes a step backward. “Two months is too long.”

I allow her to lead me toward the living room. There are too many memories in the kitchen. Here. There. Everywhere. “How’d you know it was me?”

She plops onto the faded green cushion, one leg under her, the other off

the side, and gives me a lopsided grin. “Please. I’d know that flat ass anywhere.”

I can’t help but laugh when she slaps me on the thigh. It feels good to be back, but it also feels different. Landon and Hattie’s place has always been more like a home to me than my own, but tonight the air is thick.

I look around the tiny room. Nothing has physically changed, everything is the same as it was a few weeks ago, but there’s still a shift.

Maybe it’s me.

Maybe I’m different.