Title: Roomies
Author: Lindy Zart
Genre: NA Rom-Com
Blurb:
Graham Malone is my roommate,
my personal eye candy, the reason I get up in the morning smiling (that could
be from the illicit dreams I have about him too, I suppose. Let's move on.).
He's also beautiful to look at, but his heart is where his true beauty lies.
Take away the exterior and the interior still shines.
I love him. I mean, I'm pretty sure I do, having never been in love before. Anyway, it seems legit.
And now his brother Blake is here, and, well, he's the complete opposite of Graham. Sarcastic, brooding, and totally available. But he's leaving soon, and Graham's the one I want. I shouldn't have to remind myself of this, right? I wouldn't have to if Blake would quit looking at me like I'm something yummy and he's starving.
Here's a toast to roomies; the ones you should never fall in love with. Or something.
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Excerpt:
He gives a slight smile. “You don’t know everything about me.”
“I should know that.” Maybe I shouldn’t, but I really feel like I
should. Graham’s pretty much the most important thing to me; I should at least
know his family history. He knows mine. Well, most of it. Some of it. Enough...
“Now you do. Are we done? I really need to put some clothes on.”
“But…you said he was in school,” I finish lamely, my voice
dropping to a whisper.
“He’s in college.”
I scowl at him. “You purposely led me to believe that your brother
was some pimply teenager who was going to mooch off you for the remainder of
the summer, not…not…” I jab a finger in the direction of the living room.
“Not what?”
“Not some hottie!” I blurt out, and then wish I hadn’t.
Especially when Graham rears back and gets a funny look on
his face. “You think my brother’s hot?” His voice is even, but his eyes look
weird. Like, angry or something. A thrill goes down my spine at the thought of
my comment having that effect on him. Could he be jealous?
“Yes.” I nod firmly.
“Huh.” He looks away.
A dash of regret has the audacity to chase the little thrill away.
I wonder if I’ve upset him, but then decide I haven’t. Why would he be upset?
Unless he doesn’t know I think he’s hot too. So I figure I should tell him. It
would be rude not to.
“You’re also hot.”
He gives me a look; part incredulous, part I don’t know what.
“Thanks,” he says faintly.
“Yeah.” I start to feel dumb about pretty much the whole
conversation. “Okay. ‘Bye.”
“’Bye.”
I glance back at him. He is staring at me with a frown pulling his
mouth down. “You should put some clothes on.”
“Right.”
I enter the living room. Blake is studying a fake plant in the corner
of the room, which pretty much confirms that he was listening to our complete
word exchange. Wonderful.
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Authorly information:
Lindy Zart has been writing since she was a child. Luckily for
readers, her writing has improved since then. She lives in Wisconsin with her
husband, two sons, and one cat. Lindy loves hearing from people who enjoy her
work. She also has a completely healthy obsession with the following: coffee,
wine, Bloody Marys, and pizza.
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