~ Synopsis ~
I tried hard
not to fall for the bad guy.
My new
roommate, Blake, is a jerk—an unemployed artist with a chip on his shoulder. I
can’t stand him unless his hands are on me. He makes me desperate for him, and
everything he makes me feel.
And then
there’s my new boss, Pierce--successful, charming, and extremely good-looking.
He goes after what he wants, but what does he see in me?
I try to
stay away, but I end up in the arms of exactly who I was hiding from. And when
I find out what’s being hidden from me, my heart twists in ways it never
should.
I thought I
knew him.
I didn't.
The way he
kissed me.
The way his
hands traveled every inch of my skin.
I thought it
meant something, but as it turns out, it was all lies unspoken.
~ Review ~
5 Stars
Lila
is moving out of state to hopefully start over.
She needs to get away from all the memories. She has a place to live in Chicago so all she
has to do is find a job and save money to get her own place. Everything is suppose to be easy, but she
learns really fast that it isn't going to be.
First she realizes she has a jerk for a roommate. He is rude and never seems to be happy. But she seems to be drawn to him. She wants
to get to know him and fix him. She gets
glimpses of the real Blake, but he doesn't let that side out very often. Can she help Blake and find love with
him? Or will he break her heart?
She
takes her dream job and keeps running into her sexy boss Pierce. She wants him,
but doesn't know if she can go for him when she wants Blake also. She also doesn't want to hook up with Pierce
and ruin her job. She wants to make it for herself and not have to work as a
waitress the rest of her life. But can
she turn away from his advances? Will
she cave and let Pierce own her heart?
This
is a beautifully broken love story. So
many twists and turns I didn't see coming.
Who is the better man? Who can be
what Lila needs? I cannot wait for book
two so I can get my answers!!!
~ Excerpt ~
When the rustling continues, I throw my covers off and roll
out of bed. My bare feet pad against the cool hardwood floors as I make my way
into the living room. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I focus in on a shirtless
Blake standing in front of the stove with his strong back to me. His body is
sculpted. Wide shoulders. Waist tapering in at just the right angle … there’s
probably not a pinch of fat on the guy.
I quietly walk up behind him, tapping my finger on his
shoulder. “We need to talk.”
He spins around, his arm brushing against mine. His hair is
mussed—a look he wears well … too well, as much as I hate to admit it.
“I only made enough eggs for me.” He smirks, and two stupid
dimples form. He’s cute—stupidly so.
“I’m a cereal kind of girl,” I say, crossing my arms.
His smile widens. “Fruit Loops or Captain Crunch? I’m
guessing you like the ones with the cute little cartoon characters on the front
of the box.”
“Wheaties. I prefer to stare at a sexy athlete while eating
my breakfast.” I stop, moving my hands to my hips. “Look, can we make a rule?
No loud noises until at least nine. Some of us need our beauty sleep.”
His brow lifts. “Now that you mention it, your eyes are a
little dark and puffy. It’s nothing a little make-up won’t fix.”
“You’re an asshole!”
He laughs, nibbling on a piece of egg at the end of his
spatula. “That’s nothing I haven’t heard before.”
“Are you done? Because I’d really like to crawl back into my
nice warm bed.”
He looks back to the stove. “Yep, breakfast is served.”
“Good. I’m going back to bed.”
I start to walk away, but his voice stops me. “Hey, Lila?”
He says my name with extra emphasis on the second syllable—in a way I haven’t
heard it before. I turn around, taking in his dark, hooded eyes. “If you’re
going to walk around looking like that every morning, I might be okay with this
roommate thing.”
Looking down, I’m suddenly reminded that all I have on is a
sleep shirt that reads: “I don’t hate morning people. Mornings have nothing to
do with it.” It barely covers my ass, and the wide neck falls off my shoulder.
It’s certainly not something I’d want to be caught in by him.
“Definitely an asshole,” I groan as I hurry to my room and
slam the door shut behind me.
~ Author Bio ~
Lisa De Jong is a wife, mother and full-time number cruncher who lives in the Midwest. Her writing journey involved insane amounts of coffee and many nights of very little sleep but she wouldn't change a thing. She also enjoys reading, football and music.
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