Crashing Into Her by Mia Sosa




Crashing into Her

5 out of 5 stars

One of the things I love most about Mia Sosa’s writing style is how quickly and thoroughly she can pull me into her stories and into the lives of her characters. In Crashing into Her, the third and final book in Sosa’s Love on Cue series, the author managed to capture my attention with the first line and by the end of the first paragraph, I was completely fascinated by all things Eva.

Eva is smart, sassy, headstrong, opinionated, and determined to prove herself to the father who thinks he knows what she needs better than she knows herself. She doesn’t want a relationship because no man in her life has ever made her feel important let alone supported and valued. Sometimes, she pushes the envelope a little too far a little too fast, for her, though it’s more of a defense mechanism used to prevent another person from getting one over on her. In this way, Eva becomes a vivacious, larger-than-life character with flaws, goals, sass, and so much heart and grit. She does what it takes to succeed in her dreams, even if it means spending time with a man who both attracts her and repels her with his anti-dating views.

Anthony is equally headstrong, opinionated, spirited, intelligent, and determined to prove himself, which makes him a fantastic match for Eva. However, Anthony has no intention of starting a relationship with any woman, ever, so seeing Eva all the time kind of worries him a bit. Their one-night stand was supposed to be just that, one-night, but an unexpected change in circumstances disrupts that and now he can’t deny his continued attraction to her. Anthony, with all his flaws and hang-ups, is an entertaining romance hero with plenty of heart and swoon-worthy moments on tap. I adored him, even when I wanted to shake him as much as Eva did.

What I loved most about Eva and Anthony as a pairing is the chemistry between them. In some ways they are like oil and water, but in others, they are so evenly matched it’s hard to see them as anything other than the couple they are meant to become. I loved them both, and I treasured their story.

Heartfelt, true-to-life, and dynamic from the start, Crashing into Her is a glorious romance read that completely captivates and wholly inspires. Eva and Anthony are the perfect couple to discover because they will pull you into their plight and not let you go until the final page. I absolutely loved them, and I am now even further addicted to Sosa’s writing style after having read them.



Love on Cue #3

Mia Sosa

Relationships are a thing of the past for Eva Montgomery. Her current motto? You can’t spell “manipulative” without man. But Eva has needs, and a one-night-stand at her best friend’s wedding is the perfect way to kick off her new approach to singledom. Then a job opportunity puts her in the same city with the guy she can’t forget . . .

Anthony Castillo is a perpetual bachelor—no strings, just flings—a status he maintains by being honest about his intentions and never looking back. So why is he still thinking about the firecracker of a woman who rocked his world at his cousin’s wedding? It’s a question he refuses to answer, until she comes crashing back into his life, taking his emotional walls down with her.

When her father doubts her ability to make it in LA, Eva vows to go big and prove him wrong. With her athletic background, she’s an ideal candidate for stunt work. But first she’ll need training, and the instructor is none other than her former hookup, Anthony Castillo. Except he’s not as cocky as she remembers and he’s definitely still sexy as sin. The only problem is . . . Anthony doesn’t want her anywhere near his stunt school—or his heart.

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Publisher: Avon Impulse

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: Feb. 19, 2019

Page Count: 384

Buy Links: Amazon | B & N | Kobo

What they’re saying…

Booklist: “In the wrap-up to her Love on Cue series, rising romance star Sosa once again delivers the goods for readers with another compulsively readable contemporary romance fashioned from equal measures of memorable, multilayered characters; addictively zingy humor; mouthwatering descriptions of Puerto Rican dishes; and some red-hot, boldly sensual love scenes.” (For Crashing into Her)

Kirkus Reviews: “Charming and funny … Eva’s sexual frankness is refreshing … An engaging romance that begins by packing a loud and sizzling punch.” (For Crashing into Her)

Entertainment Weekly: “Mia Sosa delivers wish fulfillment with off-the-charts sparks in Pretending He’s Mine, pairing up Ashley Williamson and hotshot Hollywood agent Julian Hart.” (For Pretending He’s Mine)

Booklist: “With the second in her Love on Cue series, Sosa deftly combines her flair for nuanced characterization with snappy writing imbued with a deliciously acerbic sense of humor, thus making her the new go-to author for fans of sassy and sexy contemporary romances.” (For Pretending He’s Mine)

Library Journal: “This first book in the Love on Cue series guarantees characters that glow with equal parts wit, sass, and sensuality.” (For Acting on Impulse)

Book Excerpt


I send a quick update to Tori and Ashley. The latter responds with a combo of thumbs-up and heart-eyes emojis. The former sends a two-word reply: Hang on. In the meantime, I hustle behind a dozen or so people waiting for cabs.

Tori sends a longer text a minute later:

Anthony’s at the airport. He just dropped off my parents and Bianca. They’re heading to NYC for sightseeing. He can pick you up outside the terminal and take you to the hotel. Says he’s coming around again and will look for you. Ok, Carter’s giving me some serious side-eye. Going on airplane mode. Love you.

A heavy weight settles in my belly when I finish reading her message. Shit. Tori’s cousin—I’ve secretly dubbed him the square root of Thor—is the last person I want to see. My hand flies to the unruly strands on my head. Argh. This hair travesty alone is spiking my blood pressure, which doesn’t bode well for him. When I’m not at my personal best, I’m more irritable than usual, and judging by our interaction this weekend, Anthony’s very presence makes me cranky. This should be fun for everyone involved.

It isn’t long before he finds me. In truth, I spot him first and duck my head, giving me a minute to watch him as he rounds his rental car and surveys the line, his eyes hidden behind silver lens aviators that are pure overkill given that sunset is fast approaching. To me, a white T-shirt and jeans typically read basic; on him, they add dimension to his appearance, emphasizing the assured, relaxed way he carries himself. And although I’m aware there’s no correlation between the size of a man’s hands and the girth of his penis, I still glance at his long fingers—for pseudoscience. The man’s an eggplant emoji, for sure.

He shouts to get my attention, his smoky voice pulling my mind out of its permanent residence in the trash bin. “Eva! Over here!”

The woman in front of me twists her upper body around and meets my gaze. “Dayum. Are you Eva?”

Stifling the urge to laugh, I nod.

“No offense, but I’m considering stealing your identity,” she says.

Ha. Imagine how she’d react if I told her he’s a Hollywood stunt professional. She’d probably shank me. “No offense taken, and yeah, I know what you mean.”

Because yes, there’s no denying the man’s physical gifts: broad shoulders, dark brown wavy hair that’s a smidge too long for my liking, and full lips that probably predispose him to better-than-competent-kisser status. He’s a mishmash of muscles and scruff, but in a refined package, like the construction worker in a music video who struts around with manicured hands, spotless jeans, and a single, perfect streak of dirt across his cheek. All of this means Anthony takes up more than his fair share of physical space in my mind’s eye, not because he’s huge—although he is big considering my five-foot-two frame—but because there’s so much to absorb when I look at him that I trick myself into giving him a larger blueprint. Oddly, no single trait stands out from the rest; rather, it’s the totality of the man that holds my attention hostage. Free me, damn you.

It’s been this way since I met him a few days ago. In that moment, the idea of a hookup planted itself in my brain, an unfortunate and all too common occurrence when a sexually frustrated woman gives up on pricks but still wants dick. But then Tori warned me against pursuing him, explaining that he’s “emotionally unavailable,” whatever that means, and I grudgingly backed away. In short, bitches before itches. Still, the thirst is strong with this one. Until he opens his mouth, that is.

Since I can’t ogle him forever, I step out of line and give him a weak wave, readjusting the strap of my bag across my body.

He saunters over to meet me, a lopsided grin broadcasting that he’s poised to say something annoying. “Philadelphia decided it couldn’t handle you either, huh?”

And this is the crux of the problem: He speaks. What I wouldn’t give for a roll of duct tape. I’d use it on his mouth and anywhere with a surplus of hair. His crotch, probably. “Ahhh, so that’s what happened. You decided you couldn’t handle me.” I scan him from his head to the tops of his derby shoes. “Makes sense. I spy a lightweight.”

Folding his thick arms over his impressive chest, he takes a step back and tilts his head. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why the hostility, Eva? I thought we were friends.”

“We’re acquaintances, not friends, and I’m good with that.”

He pouts at me and runs his index finger from his lower eyelid down to the hollow of his cheek. Sad face. I press my lips together, refusing to laugh at his antics even though that’s exactly what I’d do if our roles were reversed. When he gets no reaction from me, he lowers his arm and sighs. “Not interested in being my friend because . . . ?”

I give him a halfhearted shrug. “Not sure, exactly. You just rub me the wrong way.”

He leans in and waggles his eyebrows. “Teach me how to rub you the right way, then.”

The epiphany smacks me upside my head: Anthony’s my male counterpart. As evidenced by the swagger, the self-confidence—in his case, it’s overconfidence—and the mouth that must have the last word, no matter how inappropriate it may be. There’s only room for one of me in my life, however, and if I were looking for someone to balance out my ridiculousness, this man would fail miserably. On one end of the spectrum is a shy, quiet type who’ll cower in the center of my tornado; on the other end of the spectrum is someone like Anthony, who’ll grab the funnel with his bare hands and swing it around in the hopes of wreaking even more havoc. Neither one will do. Well, given my abysmal track record when it comes to men, no one will do.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t extract a little fun from the situation. So I drop my bag, round the front of his rental car, and hop onto the hood, resting my feet on the bumper and spreading my legs wide. Waving him over, I say, “You want to learn how to rub me the right way? Go ahead. Break me off a little something right here and show me what we’re working with.”

I raise my face toward the sky and close my eyes. A woman somewhere in the vicinity cackles. Car horns blare with impatience as drivers try to navigate the airport traffic. Anthony, however, doesn’t say a word. I drop my head and open one eye to sneak a peek at his reaction. But he’s not in my line of sight. Someone else is, though—and the scowl on his face suggests he isn’t friendly at all.

Fuck me sideways twice.

From CRASHING INTO HER. Copyright © 2019 by Mia Sosa. Used with permission of Avon Impulse.

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To celebrate the release of CRASHING INTO HER by Mia Sosa, we’re giving away three paperback copies of the book!


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Mia Sosa is an award-winning contemporary romance writer and 2015 Romance Writers of America® Golden Heart® Finalist. Her books have received praise and recognition from Kirkus Reviews, Booklist, Library Journal, The Washington Post, Book Riot, Bustle, and more.

A former First Amendment and media lawyer, Mia practiced for more than a decade before trading her suits for loungewear (okay, okay, they’re sweatpants). Now she strives to write fun and flirty stories about imperfect characters finding their perfect match.

Mia lives in Maryland with her husband, their two daughters, and an adorable puppy that finally sleeps through the night.


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