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Off the Air (Running on Air #1)
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0463497406 (ISBN13: 9780463497401)
Spending a month filming a reality TV show with your ex is no picnic.
Especially when you’ve signed a contract stating that the two of you will not, under any circumstances, have romantic relations while filming.
Leanne Simmons and Callum Davidson never had an easy relationship. From enemies to lovers and back to enemies, they’ve been on again/off again for years. Things come to a head when Callum gets into an altercation with a rival for Leanne’s affections. Their management decide enough is enough and give them both an ultimatum: sign the contract or leave the show.
Unwilling to give up their livelihoods, Callum and Leanne sign on the dotted line. However, like always, they can’t resist making a bet. Callum thinks it’s only a matter of time before they break the agreement, while Leanne is determined to see it through.
Can she resist him for an entire month without losing her sanity? And what if this is the one bet that finally breaks them both?
Off the Air is a contemporary romance and Book One in L.H. Cosway’s brand new “Running on Air” Series. Each book focuses on a different couple and can be read as a standalone.
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Three years ago
Leanne blew me away. Her movements were lithe, fluid, fucking graceful.
We were in the London docklands, filming on top of hundreds of sea cargo containers. Giant coloured blocks went on as far as the eye could see. You could jump from one to the next like you were running through a game of Tetris.
We were all in our element.
I chased after Leanne, with Trev, James, and Paul just behind me. Some of the film crew were situated on cranes so that they could capture us from up high. It was a pure adrenaline rush. Leanne twisted around to wink at me before she precision-jumped ten feet through the air, then made a perfect landing on the next block of containers.
I swear she was the most perfect, wild, free thing I’d ever seen.
Trev caught up to me, his smile wide. Like me, these were the moments he lived for, the rush. None of us felt more alive than when we were doing parkour.
“She’s in the zone today, isn’t she?” Trev said, breathless.
I flashed him a grin and kept going. When Leanne ran, there was a pull deep inside that urged me to follow. Up ahead, she’d almost reached the end of the block and was readying herself for another precision jump. She leapt fluidly through the air, but then, something went wrong.
“Leanne!” I roared, fire blazing through me.
Time moved in slow motion. Every part of me rejected what I saw. Leanne had miscalculated the distance of the jump. Her body slammed into the container with a soul-crushing, metallic clang, her hands gripping the edge as she struggled to hold on.
I’d never been so terrified as my body sprang into action, propelling me forward with the need to get to her.
Within seconds I’d made the jump, and I pulled her up to safety, my arms cradling her body. “Jesus Christ.” I stared into her wide, blue, terrified eyes.
She was pale as a ghost, like she couldn’t believe what just happened. Shock rippled through both of us in a tangible wave.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” I asked, frantic, as the others reached us.
“Callum,” someone said, but all my attention was on Leanne.
She opened her mouth, but no words came out. The sight of her slamming into the container kept playing on repeat in my head.
“Callum,” someone said again. I realised it was Paul, but I couldn’t pull my focus away from her. I needed to know she was okay. I needed to hear her say the words.
Leanne’s eyes trailed down to her lap and I followed their descent. Something dark and wet stained her jeans. There was a moment of disconnect before I comprehended.
She was bleeding.
Panicked, I picked her up and moved by pure instinct. I had no idea how I got us down to the ground. All I knew was we were suddenly surrounded by crew members. Leanne was unnaturally quiet, and it killed me to know she was in pain. I couldn’t think straight, my head too wild. Why was she bleeding? Had she been cut when she slammed into the container? Had she broken something?
The ambulance arrived, and a paramedic asked very gently if I could let go of Leanne. In the end, Trev and James pulled me away from her. They put her on a stretcher, and I followed them into the ambulance. Everything they said was medical talk, and it made no sense.
“What’s wrong with her?” I asked, tugging on strands of my hair in agitation.
“We don’t know yet,” the paramedic replied, her expression sympathetic and kind.
Just fucking help her, I wanted to yell. Until this moment, I hadn’t known just how much I felt for Leanne. I knew I lusted for her and that she was constantly on my mind. But the idea of losing her never occurred to me, and it was the scariest feeling. I refused to accept it could happen. She meant more to me than just sex. We’d been sleeping together in secret for a few months, but she was in my head and my heart now.
At the hospital, they wouldn’t let me go any further than the waiting area. It was only when I sat on the uncomfortable plastic chair that I realised I was covered in her blood. The sight of it made me feel raw and chaotic inside, like I could thrash the world.
When everyone else arrived at the hospital, they wanted to know if Leanne was okay, but I had no answers for them. A sharp, heavy weight pulled on me. It took me a second to discern it was fear.
Everything I was made of rebelled against the idea of her not being okay.
About an hour passed. Trev took me into the bathroom to clean up, handing me a fresh T-shirt.
“Where did you get this?”