Wednesday, January 16, 2019

Wrong Bed, Right Roommate

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Thanks so much for having me on Just Contemporary Romance! When YA editor Jessie Santana needs a new summer subletter, she’s not expecting her best friend’s older brother to move in. Especially not when he winds up literally in her bed. In his boxers. In the middle of the night. Shawn is dead sexy—and nothing but trouble. Which means good-girl Jessie had better keep her hands to herself. (Good luck with that, girl, when he’s walking around in a towel.)

In this excerpt, Shawn lures Jessie away from the computer for a night out. It’s supposed to be just as roommates, and Jessie starts off dancing with some other, random guy. But with the drinks flowing and the bass thumping, they won’t be “just roommates” for long…

“Thanks for rescuing me,” she said.

“You looked like you could use it.”

“He was a little grabby.”

Shawn made a mental note not to be grabby. “And he wasn’t a very good dancer,” she said.

“How’s this treating you?” he asked.

She shifted so his thigh was between her legs, his fly against her hip. Their bodies were locked together in step with the music. It seemed as though her hips had always moved with his, so tight he could feel her every breath.

“This is better,” she said.

She draped a hand on the back of his neck, so he let his hands slide closer around her. He knew if he inched them down just a little more, her ass would be a perfect handful. He could feel her breasts pressing against him, and he knew that they would be a perfect handful, too. Could she feel him getting hard against her? Did she know what he was thinking?

Don’t grind against your sister’s friend at a club in Brooklyn. That was what should have been hammering in his brain.

It’s just a little harmless fun. It doesn’t mean anything. Talia wouldn’t be pissed—she doesn’t even have to know. Those were the lies he told himself instead.

The song changed. The beat got slower, the bass deeper. Dirtier.

Jessie’s movement matched the music. She pressed against him. He pressed right back.

Her forehead rested against his chest. He tipped his head down, so close to her. If she tilted her head just so, their lips would be grazing.

If she did that, if she got that close, he didn’t think he’d be able to stop. There was a fire in him, and he’d have to consume her.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, even as she hooked her fingers through his belt loops and tugged him closer.

It was the closest either of them had come to acknowledging that there was something boiling between them and it hadn’t just started tonight. Although this, now, dancing together, was certainly taking it further than he’d meant to when he invited her out with him.

She looked up, searching his face.

“I know,” he said. “It’s not a good idea.”

Not that he cared one lick whether or not it was a good idea. It was late. The music was filling him, Jessie was filling him, and he was well past the point of making good decisions.

But Jessie, responsible Jessie, pulled away.

He grabbed her hand before the spark extinguished. “You want to get out of here?” he asked.

He didn’t know whether “get out of here” meant go somewhere else or go home. And if home meant their separate beds, with that wall always between them. Or if that meant something else, too.

He knew what he should do, what the answer should be.

But what he wanted was something different altogether.


It's not every day you wake up to a stranger getting into your bed.

Only, he isn't a stranger at all, he's my best friend's hot older brother…and apparently my new roommate.

Having him in my space, driving me crazy, isn't a problem at all. Nope.

All I need to do is keep control of the situation…
But that's easier said than done.

Shawn Lassiter is the kind of distraction I don't need.

First he accidentally gets into my bed, half-naked, the night before my first day at my new job.

Hello, muscles and tattoos!

Then he's there, in nothing but a towel, making me coffee in the morning.

It's more than any girl can resist. Right?

But Shawn is off-limits, even if his eyes are saying differently.
Years ago, back when I still had my crush, he destroyed friendships with his reckless playboy antics.

There's no way I'm touching those perfectly formed abs now. I don't care how nice and responsible he's acting.

I don't want a boyfriend anyway. That's what my trusty vibrator is for.

I'm the smart girl—the glasses-wearing, book-reading workaholic. I can totally do this.
After all, it's only for two and a half months.

I'll be on my best behavior...even if Shawn isn't.

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  1. Ooh la la! Pitter patter.... Definitely grabbed my interest. Thanks for sharing!

  2. I love the sound of this book!

  3. Love the excerpt! You're a new author to me, and I look forward to reading your books!

  4. Ooh added this to my want list!!!

  5. Giveaway! Who doesn't love one?


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