Imaginary Lines by Allison Parr Giveaway and Excerpt

Imaginary Lines Synopsis:

Tamar Rosenfeld has been in love with New York Leopards linebacker Abraham Krasner since they were twelve years old. She'd always considered it destiny that they'd end up together…until Abe was drafted and she professed her feelings in a moment of blind excitement. The sting of his rejection was like nothing she'd ever felt before, and it's nothing she'll ever forget.

Older and wiser, Tamar has landed a dream job as a reporter for one of New York's premier athletic websites. Determined to stop being the safe, boring girl she's felt like for most of her life, Tamar makes a list of all the things she wants to do and see in her new city, and Getting Over Abraham is priority number one.

But destiny has finally chosen to interfere. Just as Tamar's decided to move on, Abe's realized she's the only woman for him. When he confides the truth, Tamar has to decide if she can put her crush behind her, or take a chance on the very man who's been holding her back all these years.

Allison Parr Bio:

Allison Parr is the author of Rush Me, Running Back, and Imaginary Lines. She grew up in small town New England, where she developed an incurable case of wanderlust. After graduating with degrees in archaeology and creative writing, she spent the next several years living in San Francisco, Paris, Boston, and New York.  When she’s not traveling or writing, she’s making a mean chocolate cake or bad historical jokes. She’s also amassing enough books to rival the library in Beauty and the Beast.

To learn more about Allison’s books and travels, visit her at www.allisonparr.com

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Excerpt::

When we left, we cut through Central Park so I could catch the Q or N train at the southeast corner. We crossed Sheep Meadow, the wide open green still bright as jade, though the round trees that ringed the grass had turned shades of red and gold. We walked near them, over the shed leaves that crunched beneath our feet, a patchwork carpet of an autumn we never saw at home. Everything here was crisp and sharp; the streetlamps bright, the moon clear in the blue-black sky.

“Thank you for bringing me.” I shoved my hands in my coat pockets as we walked. “I had a lot of fun.”

He turned his head to smile. “I’m glad.”

I hesitated, a little unsure of how to proceed, how to let him know that this was more than form gratitude. “No, but Abe—I mean it. Thank you. It meant a lot, that you brought me there. It couldn’t have been easy, since my job and yours puts us a bit at odds.”

“They’re my friends,” he said simply. “I want you to know them.”

I stopped. We’d reached the pond, and the water below us reflected back the shining lights of the city, like a gleaming fairy tale world. It felt like we were the only people that existed. “Why did you want that?”

His hand reached out; the back of his fingers touched my cheek. “It’s important to me that everyone I care about gets along.”

I couldn’t breathe. My feet tingled and my heart beat wildly. “Abraham…”

His voice turned husky and low. “When you say my name like that, I want to…” His mouth opened but no words came out.

I couldn’t resist. “You want to what?”

His eyes were dark as night yet bright as the moon when he looked at me. How was that possible? “You want me to spell it out?”

Though my stomach danced and spun, my outer body stayed perfectly still. “Sometimes I do.”

He groaned and leaned back. The lamplights silhouetted him perfectly, light and dark. Dreams made real. When he looked back, he cupped my face in his hands. “I’ve been resisting doing this for years.”

I just stared. I was melting. I was hot clay under the summer’s sun.

He let out a soft sound of desire. The air between us simmered with need, and my whole body yearned towards him. I could barely think, couldn’t blink. Small breaths slipped in and out of me like the hopeful flutterings of a hummingbird and then his lips were on mine.