All eyes are on Josh Knox…Fearless. Guarded. Cut-to-perfection. Daredevil rock climber. The best in the world.

This time he’s poised to scale Yosemite’s notoriously treacherous Sorcerer Spire, with Walkabout Media & Productions filming every move.

April Stephens’s dream to be a documentary filmmaker rests on her acing her internship with Walkabout, and that means getting the abrasive Josh to give her more than one-word answers in his interviews.

The problem is, with every step forward professionally, she and Josh are also taking a step forward personally, and after watching her stunt pilot father die in a fiery crash, a guy who risks his life for a living is the last person she should be falling for. Especially because in one month her internship will have them dangling three thousand feet in the air from the side of the Sorcerer. She’ll be filming. He’ll be climbing without a rope.

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Josh’s fingertips appeared first, followed by a tuft of hair, then his eyes, face, shoulders,

and the rest of his body. He stood at the cliff’s edge and shook out his hands. He put them on his

hips and looked into the camera lens. “Well, what now?” he asked.

April groaned. He’d totally ruined the sequence, and she wanted to give him a hard time

about it, but the guys would be watching this later, so she just said, “Whatever you’d normally

do.”

He walked in from the edge about ten feet, sat down, and started pulling the excess rope

up to the top. “How’d it go?” she asked him.

“Do you want me to look at you when I answer?”

“Whatever feels natural.”

“There isn’t anything natural about having a camera at the top of my climb.”

“Well, how’d it go?”

“Fine.”

“Josh!”

“Can’t we do this later?”

“Let’s just get it over with.”

“Fine.”

“What were you feeling when you got to the top?”

“I was excited to see you.”

She made a mental note to cut this section out before

Danny saw it. “And what else?”

His bangs were clumped into little points from the sweat on his forehead. “Nothing else.”

“Did you feel relieved to be finished? How about a sense of accomplishment?”

“Just you.”

“You cannot say that on camera!”

“Oh, come on,” he teased. “Wouldn’t it show my personality? Isn’t that what you people

are always hounding me about?”

“Give me two good sound bites and I’ll turn off the camera. We don’t have much time up

here.”

“Just tell me what to say and I’ll repeat it.”

“No way. It wouldn’t sound right.”

“I am completely serious. If said I was thinking about anything other than you when I

was climbing, it would be a lie.”

He untied the rope from his harness, and before April knew it, he’d pulled her in front of

the camera and was kissing her.

“Josh! I’m recording right now!”

He laughed.

“I’m going to have to cut this footage out of my log, and it’s not that easy. And where’s

Lars? Don’t you need to belay him up?”

“Lars wouldn’t be able to do some of the moves on that last pitch without aid gear. I told

him to just rap down with your crew.”

Josh held her at arm’s length and examined her. Deep breaths moved her breastbone,

which was exposed in the low neck of her jog top. His gaze was unnerving and energizing

at the same time.

He bent his arm, bringing her in close to kiss again. Under the huge, blue sky, with the

breeze slipping between the bridges of their noses and across her back, it felt like the whole

world was watching, and she liked it. She wanted everyone to see her like this.

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About the Author

Megan Westfield has dabbled in many hobbies and pastimes over the years, ranging from playing the cello to cake decorating (i.e., icing-eating) to a dozen different outdoor adventure sports. Eventually, she discovered the only way to do it all was though writing—her first and strongest passion. She writes new adult fiction because she loves exploring the powerful and formative years between high school and the quarter-life crisis. As a reader, her favorite books are those with a truly unique, real-world setting, and, of course, a love story.

Megan grew up in Washington state, attended college in Oregon, and lived in Virginia, California, and Rhode Island during her five years as a navy officer. She is now a permanent resident of San Diego where she and her husband count family beach time with their two young kids as an adventure sport. Megan was formerly the editor of a small weekly newspaper in Southern California and is represented by Melissa Edwards of Stonesong Priest Literary Agency.