GENRE: Contemporary Romance/New Adult
The history of my relationships reads like the Titanic meets a tornado during an earthquake. Disaster after disaster. For some reason, I'm always attracted to lying jerks. I finally decided that it's better to just have a good time and no one gets hurt. That philosophy worked for my last two years of college.
Then I let myself get pulled in again by a pair of broad shoulders, pretty hazel eyes, and kisses that turned my brain to mush. Of course he was lying to me. All my friends told me something wasn't right, but I'm such a fool.
When it all went wrong, I didn't expect his tall, dark, and handsome roommate being there to catch me. I think I love him. But can I trust him? He makes me happy. Can I trust myself?
Ashley graduated from college and isnât looking for romance. What she needs is a job and the career sheâs worked so hard to achieve. Can her dream of working overseas survive a man who seeks to capture her heart?
When Jeff came over after his softball game, I still had a lot of anger and resentment that I hadnât taken out on Marcie. I didnât even know it was there until I had another convenient target.
He pulled me into his arms and kissed me, but I pulled away. Walking away from him, I said, âWhy didnât you tell me you were rich? Or that your fatherâs company is Owens, Hart and Collins?â
âYou never asked me. Why, is it important?â
âI guess it isnât if this is just a temporary fling. I just think itâs polite to let a girl know that youâre never going to take her home to meet your parents. It sort of puts everything in perspective so that she can decide whether or not sheâs comfortable just being a casual fuck.â
âAshley, what is going on? Iâm not trying to hold anything back from you. We hardly know each other.â
âYeah. I was asked earlier today, what your last name is and I didnât know it. My fault, I guess. Normally you find that sort of thing out on a first date, but I guess we havenât had our first date yet, have we? We just jumped into the fucking part and left the introductions for later.â
âIâm not the one who did the seducing,â he said. âI told you that we should wait. Youâre the one who was hot to trot, and now thatâs my fault? Youâre being incredibly ungrateful. I think youâve got issues, and Iâm more than willing to let you work them out. Good night.â
He didnât exactly slam the door, but he didnât close it gently, either. I stood staring at it with my mouth open. What the hell just happened? The last thing I wanted to do was fight with Jeff. When he knocked on the door, my heart jumped in my chest, and I skipped to the door to answer it. And then I opened my mouth, and the same bitchy crap Iâd laid on Marcie earlier came spilling out.
BR Kingsolver is the author of the Telepathic Clans series (The Succubus Gift, Succubus Unleashed, Succubus Rising, and Succubus Ascendant) and Broken Dolls, a paranormal thriller as well as the contemporary romance Trust: a truly modern romance, and the upcoming Iâll Sing for My Dinner. I grew up in Santa Fe, New Mexico, among writers, artists and weird Hispanic and Native American myths and folklore.
Iâve lived all over the U.S. and earned a living doing everything from making silver and turquoise jewelry, to construction to computers. I currently live in Baltimore and Albuquerque.
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