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Emotionally Compromised, OUT NOW! Read the Teaser!
I can't believe it has finally happened, but my debut novel has been officially released. *faints* You can now get your wonderful, grubby paws on the paperback or ebook! Thank you to all who made this happen, and supported me every step of the way. A BIG thank you to all of you amazing readers out there who have made this journey more than worth it. Without my friends, readers, and fellow authors I would be lost.
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Now, without further ado... the Emotionally Compromised book release...
~Excerpt/Teaser~
I try the distraction technique. I press my lips against his, and though he is shocked by the move, he accepts them willingly. His lips devour mine in need.
He slams my body hard into the wall, and pins me with his hips. His hands drag down my torso, gripping my behind roughly, and his fingers dig into my skin.
This is Jeremy Hunt. Commanding and demanding. Another favorite. With this version, I don't need to think.
He pulls away from me, out of breath. "I need to know we are OK." I realize this is our way of doing things. Sometimes I suck at talking, and this might be my only way of showing him that we are fine.
His mouth covers mine again, and I can't help but whimper. He pulls away once more. "That's better."
The bastard knows that talking like this isn't my thing, and he seems aware of his power over me. I return his heated crystal glare with a wry look. Obviously, he's aware I let him control me. "Fine. Let's not talk, then."
He scoops me up, bridal style. "Jeremy, what are you doing?" I yelp in surprise.
"You don't want to talk. Fine! But I will at least make this more comfortable for both of us." He beelines for my bedroom.
"I am no good at talking," I blurt out.
He raises an eyebrow at me, starting up the steps. "Oh really? I think you are good at it when you are scolding me."
Before I can respond with something sarcastic, he throws me onto the bed. "Jeremy!"
"Oh, are you angry at me now?"
His grin is infectious as I watch his Viking form, in only his boxer briefs, crawl over the bed toward me. My previous anger vanishes, and I smile. How does he do that?
Before I can finish my thought, his lips come down on mine hard, he presses his hips into me, and he grabs my hands, pinning them above my head. His tongue dips into my mouth for a brief moment, teasing me, eliciting an involuntary moan to slip from my lips.
He pulls away looking triumphant. "Now that I've got you calmed down, and right where I want you"—his eyes glitter mischievously—"you need to know that I am glad I am everything to you."
My eyes widen, and the previous panic seeps back into my core. My arms jolt, trying to get free of his grasp, but his grip is firm. I try to speak, but he cuts me off with an authoritative voice. "I am not finished yet." He places a chaste kiss on my lips to soften the conversation. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, and I have to admit that would frustrate the hell out of me, but for now I will let it go. I just want to say a few things. Maybe we don't know what everything means to us, but those feelings are mutual. You don't need to be scared, or embarrassed by your emotions. I can tell this is something you don't know how to handle, and in a way, it's kind of"—he tilts his head to the side as if pondering it for a moment—"cute."
I furrow my eyebrows at the word cute. Teddy bears are cute, not trained federal agents.
He laughs at my look and kisses the soft skin between my wrinkled brows. "You are so much cuter than you let on, but that is beside the point. You are a lot to handle, you know that?"
My lips twitch playfully, hiding my own secrets.. "Oh, you have no idea."
We both let out a belt of laughter, and things feel back to normal. Whatever normal means to us.
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Now, without further ado... the Emotionally Compromised book release...
~Excerpt/Teaser~
I try the distraction technique. I press my lips against his, and though he is shocked by the move, he accepts them willingly. His lips devour mine in need.
He slams my body hard into the wall, and pins me with his hips. His hands drag down my torso, gripping my behind roughly, and his fingers dig into my skin.
This is Jeremy Hunt. Commanding and demanding. Another favorite. With this version, I don't need to think.
He pulls away from me, out of breath. "I need to know we are OK." I realize this is our way of doing things. Sometimes I suck at talking, and this might be my only way of showing him that we are fine.
His mouth covers mine again, and I can't help but whimper. He pulls away once more. "That's better."
The bastard knows that talking like this isn't my thing, and he seems aware of his power over me. I return his heated crystal glare with a wry look. Obviously, he's aware I let him control me. "Fine. Let's not talk, then."
He scoops me up, bridal style. "Jeremy, what are you doing?" I yelp in surprise.
"You don't want to talk. Fine! But I will at least make this more comfortable for both of us." He beelines for my bedroom.
"I am no good at talking," I blurt out.
He raises an eyebrow at me, starting up the steps. "Oh really? I think you are good at it when you are scolding me."
Before I can respond with something sarcastic, he throws me onto the bed. "Jeremy!"
"Oh, are you angry at me now?"
His grin is infectious as I watch his Viking form, in only his boxer briefs, crawl over the bed toward me. My previous anger vanishes, and I smile. How does he do that?
Before I can finish my thought, his lips come down on mine hard, he presses his hips into me, and he grabs my hands, pinning them above my head. His tongue dips into my mouth for a brief moment, teasing me, eliciting an involuntary moan to slip from my lips.
He pulls away looking triumphant. "Now that I've got you calmed down, and right where I want you"—his eyes glitter mischievously—"you need to know that I am glad I am everything to you."
My eyes widen, and the previous panic seeps back into my core. My arms jolt, trying to get free of his grasp, but his grip is firm. I try to speak, but he cuts me off with an authoritative voice. "I am not finished yet." He places a chaste kiss on my lips to soften the conversation. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, and I have to admit that would frustrate the hell out of me, but for now I will let it go. I just want to say a few things. Maybe we don't know what everything means to us, but those feelings are mutual. You don't need to be scared, or embarrassed by your emotions. I can tell this is something you don't know how to handle, and in a way, it's kind of"—he tilts his head to the side as if pondering it for a moment—"cute."
I furrow my eyebrows at the word cute. Teddy bears are cute, not trained federal agents.
He laughs at my look and kisses the soft skin between my wrinkled brows. "You are so much cuter than you let on, but that is beside the point. You are a lot to handle, you know that?"
My lips twitch playfully, hiding my own secrets.. "Oh, you have no idea."
We both let out a belt of laughter, and things feel back to normal. Whatever normal means to us.
~BUY LINKS~
eBook:
http://www.amazon.com/Emotionally-Com...
Amazon Paperback:
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Member Spotlight Interview on Book Country!
Please head over to Book Country (A Penguin Writing Community) for my interview, where I discuss first kisses, writing new adult and romance, what inspires me, and a shout out to some of my best writing friends.
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Separation Anxiety (#2, Emotionally Compromised) Teaser
Hello Lovelies,
I've been getting a lot of questions about the sequel to Emotionally Compromised, which is just fantastic! I am eager that you're eager, and I think it has helped reignite my love of these chatacters. I must admit my focus has been shifted on other novels lately. However, THAT ALL CHANGES STARTING TODAY! I have begun writing to Separation Anxiety (Book #2)!
You just hit that moment where you miss your bad-ass, snarky heroine, ya know?
If you finished Emotionally Compromised, and the teaser chapter to book #2 at the end of your eBook/Paperback has been frustrating you, there is good news on all fronts:
[*] Separation Anxiety is currently being written, and my goal is a January 2015 publication.
[*]Separation Anxiety is now on Goodreads!
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[*] You can read the very unedited version of the sequel as it is written on Wattpad.
---- Please remember that until publication the story posted online is subject to changes when it comes to plot, dialogue, ect.
---- [CLICK HERE TO READ IT]
Because I haven't written to in a (long) while, I have a teaser to show you! YAY!
Thanks for joining me on my blog for all these epic announcements. If you need a refresher on the plot to book #2, check out the synopsis posted on Goodreads.
With all that good news and more, here is the first teaser to Separation Anxiety:
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ALEX TURNER
“Secretary?” Jeremy asks pointedly, not looking up from his laptop at the end of the table, commanding the room without eye contact.
I lift my eyes from my corner of the room with Derek and Ryan, watching four goons and Cynthia Freedman both turn to look at Jeremy on the opposite side of an oddly large contemporary conference table, set in a room that could have come straight out of the French Revolution, ornate wall carvings and all.
Watching curiously, I am always somewhat taken a back when I witness Jeremy Hunt’s ruthless side. It always comes in bouts of purpose, and only used when entirely necessary. Though, Jeremy might lose his patience with me, he is always on the opposite side of ruthless, even though his tone might try to imply otherwise. Regardless, I can’t help but like it.
The effortless disregard of what’s to follow after he opens his mouth is my favorite part. This side of Jeremy doesn’t care, and doesn’t accept failure. However, maybe with this experience particularly he has had enough of being told what to do for the past twenty-fours hours. His temper is now a short circuit.
Jeremy lifts his icy stare carelessly from his computer, leveling his eyes with the hard-headed woman and her entourage, completely unfazed by their attempt at intimidation. “This first weekend I will not be working. I’ll be going out for personal reasons into the city.”
Secretary Freedman’s pink, perfect collagen lips bob for a moment in silence as if having a hard time gathering a response.
“T-That’s fine, Mr. Hunt,” she huffs while wiping anxiously at the corners of her mouth before going on. “The only request I have is we continue to have our meeting scheduled for Sunday evening, in prep for the beginning of the conference, of course.”
My nose wrinkles. Her tone is too smooth for my liking, giving me the sinking feeling she may actually enjoy these confrontations with Jeremy, and that’s never a good sign. Damn her thirst for power-trips. Jeremy is too charming for his own good. I don’t know whether to hate her or him at the moment. I'm aware how irrational that sounds.
I pretend not to pay attention as I try to focus on Derek, who is dragging his long, determined finger over the blue prints on his laptop screen.
“Turner,” Derek grumbles quietly, causing me to bring my eyes back to his, but I keep an open ear as he continues to point at all exit points around the perimeter of the building.
“Excellent,” Jeremy replies coolly. “This will also require me to commandeer one person from your security team.”
I don’t budge as I stare at Derek, gritting my teeth as my cheeks burn with embarrassment, and I can’t figure out why.
What am I? A pirate ship, or your girlfriend, Jeremy?
I can practically hear Secretary Freedman batting her eyelashes in cooperation as she replies, “Why that’s fine, Mr. Hunt, and I consider it a highly appropriate request in reference to our situation. I’ll assign you Ryan McKa—“
Jeremy waves her off into instant silence. “No, I am taking Miss Turner, and Miss Turner only. I think we can both agree that she will be enough security.”
This time my eyes jump to Jeremy, who’s mouth is puckered into the most adorable smirk, and although his eyes aren’t on me, I know that wry look is meant for me. I bet you he is only too tempted to slyly add, “I am sure she wouldn’t let anything happen to me …” and he’d be right.
The corners of my lips squirm involuntarily as I wrap my head around what he means.
Among the chaos and the insane, is he hinting at what I think he his? A date night in Paris?
I feel like the bad-ass federal agent in me should be rolling her eyes, and laughing at how ridiculous it all sounds. Yet, my heart flutters with the same giddiness that I can only imagine a girl infatuated with a man in the city of love would have.
I steal another glance at Jeremy’s perfect profile, cursing it, and adoring it. Wasn’t I annoyed at him two seconds ago?
How can I focus on guns and ammo when I have something like that to look forward to?
It isn’t until I hear Derek’s disgruntled sigh that has me realizing I have to find a way to balance this whole business and pleasure thing as I bounce my eyes apologetically to his.
“Sorry,” I whisper. I strum my fingers on the table, frustrated with Derek’s bossy eyes on me. “It’s kinda hard to pay attention,” I whisper again haughtily.
Ryan McKay chimes in this time, which I know will annoy Derek more than me.
“Turner is just excited to be treated like lady, which probably doesn’t happen too often.”
The arrogant sound of his voice flips the switch in my body that causes my right arm to leap out and punch something. My fist makes contact with his arm.
“Ow,” he grumbles through his shit-eating grin, that tells me regardless of earning a bruise in the process, he has still somehow won this petty interaction. Why am I smirking, too?
“Can-it, McKay,” barks Derek.
As if even being caught like three kids in a playground scuffle, the voice of Cynthia Freedman sounds from behind us. “Is there a problem, Captain Matthews?”
Gosh, I’ll never get used to hearing that.
He swivels around to face her, back straight and rigid as he replies, “No, Secretary. No problem.”
The moment she turns around and begins her departure, Derek’s elbow comes in playful contact with my gut before he says, “Would you please stop making us look like the three stooges, Turner?”
I twist my lips, overwhelmed by the insult, and before I can reply with something as equally rude, Jeremy’s hearty laughter echoes into the room, meaning he's been watching the entire scene unfold.
I picture the situation from the outside, and know I can assume the dumb-ass smirk Ryan has behind me, which only puts the cherry on top of this over the top situation.
This is not at all how I imagined this assignment to go, and I have only been in this city a day.
Uncomfortable in my own skin for a moment, I shake out my shoulders wondering if within the limits of Paris there might be a shooting range somewhere to help me regain my sense of balance.
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So, what did you think? Have you read what has been posted online, or just your puchased/ARC copy?
Are you excited to see the shenanigans unfold? What will Agent Turner be up against in this book? How will the romance with Jeremy Hunt go? Are you eager for their night out in Paris? Do you think Jeremy will let her bring her gun? ;)
Thanks so much for reading. I would love to hear any and all thoughts when it comes to the coming sequel.
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You're all stellar <3
With a giddy smirk, yous truly,
A. Rosa
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Cover Reveal/Excerpt & PreOrder and Enter to Win a Kindle Fire!
Is this real life? Ok, maybe I should wait until release day to say that.
The journey for my New Adult novel, TRYST, has been such a monumental one, and I’m so proud to reveal this cover!
What a crazy road! To get from the moment Book Country connected me with Kristine Swartz at Penguin InterMix , to that insane email exchange when we began discussing what we wanted out of TRYST’s cover *enter-head-spin* It’s been crazy cool, and has been so much fun seeing all of this come together! Book Country exclusively revealed this cover along with an interview of Kristine and I discussing the cover making process! If you’d like to find out more, [ click here ] to read the interview.
To have TRYST be my New Adult debut is such an amazing feeling because as the writer, BLAKE EVERETT, was impossible not to fall in love with, and when readers got ahold of him online, they seemed to agree. Hopefully this new cover will only help the cause ;) (Read teasers of Blake below)
With publication in only a little over 4 months I’m sure things are going to start speeding up (what am I talking about, they already have!) and I’m so excited to have you read the polished, edited version of TRYST. This book has made it SO far since it was originally posted serially online. I hope old readers fall back in love with Skyler & Blake, and that new ones get to add Blake to their list of perfect book boyfriends.
With 2014 winding down, it’s proven to be pretty epic so far, but I have a feeling 2015 might give it a run for its money.
TRYST releases March 17, 2015 –St. Patrick’s day, and I’m sure I’ll be having a green beer in TRYST’s honor!
DON'T FORGET ABOUT THE GIVEAWAY(s) ...
Pre-order your copy now, and be sure to enter the Kindle Fire giveaway. All you have to do is e-mail your pre-order receipt to oh_alexrosa@icloud.com (more details below). Also, don’t forget to like me on facebook and join my street team! I’ll be doing lots of giveaways of newly designed TRYST swag!
Thanks so much for being awesome. My readers are the best. No seriously, they are. I hope you like this cover as much as I do! I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments
TRYST
Published by: Intermix (Penguin)
Publication date: March 17th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance
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EXCERPT:
I realize I’m parched. The large living room opens into the kitchen, where a dark granite island and counters greet me. The kitchen is spotless, with minimal kitchenware—a toaster, coffeemaker, and of course, a stainless steel fridge. I wonder if this place is clean only because they knew I would be arriving. That would be something Josh would do.
I open cabinets, searching for a glass, and on the second attempt, a voice startles me.
“Cups are on the right, near the fridge.”
I turn around, and my breath catches in my throat at the sight. A barely dressed boy—er, man?—stands there, idly watching me.
“Um, thank you.” I grab a glass and fill it with water.
He gives me this all-American-boy grin, seeming to enjoy my obvious discomfort. “No problem. Skyler, isn’t it?”
I take a sip and respond. “Yes. Roommate, I presume?” Getting those words out wasn’t so hard. As I wait for his response, my eyes drag down his tan, toned physique, and I linger a little too long at the V at the edge of his navy blue boxer briefs.
His voice brings me back to his stark forest-colored eyes that complement his dark brown hair. Those eyes are distracting.
“I’ve got a name. Blake. Blake Everett. Nice to meet you.”
Was that a hint of attitude? Without a second thought and no shame, he leans his half-naked body
over and raises his hand to shake mine. I can tell he is enjoying this, and it only makes me more uneasy.
I shake his hand as confidently as possible, and my imbedded manners kick in. “Nice to meet you too, Blake. Thanks for letting me stay here.”
He smirks, and I notice him giving me the once-over. I suddenly wish I wore nicer jeans, rather than this torn-up pair. I don’t like the feeling of being under his judgmental eyes because I nowhere near compare to this Greek god. I run my hands through my curly black hair, and wish I’d brushed it before leaving this morning. He’s so pretty it hurts.
I am aching to hear some sort of response, but I’m not sure he has one because of the delay. I worry that I’m not welcome, but as he opens his mouth to respond, a voice from a bedroom down the hall interrupts. It’s high pitched and squeaky.
“Blaaaaaaake, I’m thirsty. Come love me now!”
I flush crimson, realizing the implications of the whiney girl voice and his attire. If I am not mistaken, he flushes too, but the arrogant smirk remains. Why are his lips so distracting?
He laughs, no doubt over my shocked expression, and then shrugs as if that explains everything.
“You mind if I take this?” he asks. He snatches the glass of water out of my hand, takes a quick sip, and winks at me. With that, he turns on his heels to walk back toward his bedroom, and I hear his door shut.
It has me fuming. What an asshole is the only thought I can muster. That water was mine, not for some floozy he’s bedding. I take a deep breath, annoyed with my body’s hormones and myself.
I hear Josh coming in through the front door, and I try to gather my equilibrium. He appears in the kitchen and utters the same statement that Blake had moments before. “Cups are on the far right next to the fridge.”
I scowl. “I’m aware. Thanks.”
TRYST is up on NET GALLEY
Blake just might be the book boyfriend you've been waiting for ...
It's official! TRYST is up on NET GALLEY for reviewers. Bloggers you can now go and request your copy!
Here's the Net Galley Link:
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A little over a month until TRYST released and I'm terrified and ecstatic. I can't wait to hear what everyone thinks! I want to get this book on your kindles! It has been such a fun journey to be on with this publication process, and it being my first time entering the traditional publishing world with Penguin (InterMix).
Did you know you can read the first THREE chapters online?
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Have you preordered yet?
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Don't forget to add it to your TBR list:
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Tryst
It's official! TRYST is up on NET GALLEY for reviewers. Bloggers you can now go and request your copy!
Here's the Net Galley Link:
https://www.netgalley.com/catalog/sho...
A little over a month until TRYST released and I'm terrified and ecstatic. I can't wait to hear what everyone thinks! I want to get this book on your kindles! It has been such a fun journey to be on with this publication process, and it being my first time entering the traditional publishing world with Penguin (InterMix).
Did you know you can read the first THREE chapters online?
Book Country: http://goo.gl/GdyaQx
Wattpad: http://goo.gl/4juXys
Have you preordered yet?
TRYST PREORDER LINKS:
Amazon US: http://goo.gl/kXcZRC
Amazon UK: http://goo.gl/rxWn1U
Amazon CA: http://goo.gl/ypE0O8
Amazon AU: http://goo.gl/IU4UIm
iBooks: http://goo.gl/og8fwf
Barnes and Noble: http://goo.gl/LXTfgK
Kobo: http://goo.gl/sFM4DD
Books A Million: http://goo.gl/uLKwAz
Don't forget to add it to your TBR list:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2...
Tryst
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“Tryst was a delicious treat! Blake is what dream book boyfriend's are made of; sexy, sweet, vulnerable, romantic, and irresistible!” - A Bookish Escape
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The epic TRYST announcement is here ...
The publisher has decided to do a super exciting (limited time) price drop on TRYST! eek! Get your hands on this book for only 99 CENTS while you still can!! <3
“Tryst was a delicious treat! Blake is what dream book boyfriend's are made of; sexy, sweet, vulnerable, romantic, and irresistible!” - A Bookish Escape
BUY LINKS:
Amazon: myBook.to/tryst
iBooks: https://goo.gl/47gBYX
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+GIVEAWAY+ Make 'Rash Decisions' Your Next Book Obsession! It's LIVE for 99¢!
Rash Decisions is finally here! Giveaway at the bottom of this blog post!
I feel like I've been waiting years to get this book in your hands--and the truth is, I really have! This book was originally posted on Wattpad circa 2013. It's seriously been that long! I've moved through many book projects waiting for the right time to release RASH DECISIONS, and finally I'm ready to unleash it back into the wild. Readers online tell me this is their favorite book by me which makes me even more excited. It's gone through some tweaks, additions and a nice edit just for you! Troy Dillinger might be my favorite book boyfriend creations so far, so it's time to snuggle up with RASH DECISIONS.
Releasing for only 99 cents, price goes up (to $2.99) at the end of release week, so snag it while you can!
Also, this book is available on Kindle Unlimited! Are you a Kindle Unlimited subscriber? Tell me about it in the comments. Do you love it? Are you glad Rash Decisions is available on kindle unlimited? Sorry ibook/kobo users. Just trying this out for the first few months! <3
Don't forget to enter the giveaway at the bottom of this post!
(pssst. And also check out the Rash Decisions playlist...)
Julia Ferris had it all: a loving a boyfriend, a glamorous city, and a high paying job. What more could a girl want? She’d ask you, “What if all those things weren’t what you wanted … ever?”
Julia’s life has always been defined by everyone around her, but one day she makes the rash decision to finally live life for herself, and it all started with a pair of shoes. Now it becomes her only guide.
From new jobs to new boys, and a life in a big city she was never prepared for, she can at least admit one thing now:
It’s all exactly what she wants … kind of.
BOOK LINKS
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JULIA FERRIS
My eyes flicker open in unison with my stretch. I feel incredibly satiated and calm, and waking up with a smile is a new thing for me. However, as I gain focus the dark grays of the room confuse me.
Where are my sleek, white brick walls?
I pull in a deep breath, and the smell of woody cologne and sex slams my senses.
I peer down at the navy blue comforter covering me, noting I am very much naked.
I didn’t.
I ogled Troy all night. I remember that. It was hard not to. I drank a lot. That I also know, but how far did I go? I wanted so much, but I tried to stay away. What’s the last thing I remember?
I turn to my right and see the hottest thing I have ever laid eyes on.
A fast asleep Troy.
I sit up on my elbows, holding the blanket to my chest.
My eyebrows angle upward in unfortunate concern as I examine his sleeping state. His face is as relaxed as my body feels. His mouth hangs slightly open —that mouth. I remember that mouth all over me last night; I remember its quiet moans in my ears and its rushed breaths that tangled with mine.
His naked chest is on full display, and all the sinews that indent themselves on his perfect form are revealed, all the way down to those hips —I definitely remember that body now, too, and remember being able to touch and kiss anywhere I’d like.
The memories of the night swarm my mind like an incoming hurricane.
I clench my thighs together feeling well used and aching in the best way.
My hand reflexively comes up, slapping onto my forehead. Oh no.
Then comes the guilt. I run that hand through my hair as I dart my eyes all over the room. My clothes are everywhere. His clothes are everywhere.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I look at the time on his nightstand. It’s barely eight in the morning and Troy looks —oh Troy looks adorable.
Stop thinking that way!
I lean a little closer to him. I want to wake him, or kiss those sexy, anger-inducing lips, but that feels instantly wrong.
I change my mind. I’m not going to wake him. I can’t. I wouldn’t know how to explain myself.
My cheeks begin to burn, thinking I've done something terrible.
No. I know I’ve done something terrible, and the only thing that’s served me any good is escaping.
I regretfully cringe as I slip from his bed. I make sure I’m quiet with each tip toeing step.
This was a terrible idea. This is wrong.
I find my bra and my dress, quickly slipping those on, but for all the love that is holy, I cannot find my panties.
I squint at Troy, not putting it past him that he would hide them away somewhere as a trophy.
My stomach plummets at the thought that I’d be something of a trophy for him. His seduction and stares said differently, but the realization that I barely know the man slams my guts.
I peer over at the time again, this time fuming with embarrassment. It’s 8:15 now.
I look back at Troy once more, taking a step toward the bed, scrutinizing his Greek features, the bastard.
The butterflies caged in my gut flutter erratically, and I know this is such a mess. I can’t tell what I’m feeling.
What about Noah!
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.
I want to lean over and press a goodbye kiss to Troy’s cheek, but I shake my head instead.
All of this could easily mean nothing to him when maybe it meant everything to me.
Wait, no.
Again, I can’t tell. Maybe we both shared a passionate night, and we’ll be done with it. Maybe we can just blame it on the alcohol and forget it ever happened. Maybe we just needed to get it out of our system?
The fact that I can’t tell which way is up or down is what has me flinging myself in the opposite direction in nerve-wracking fear. I grab my glorious heels on the way, cursing their damned determined sexiness, as if they’re t
o blame while I make my way to the front door to escape.
Is this what my therapist implied when I told her I was getting up and leaving the state? That I wasn’t really solving the problems and instead I was running away from them?
Is that what I’m doing now?
I feel like shit for so many different reasons, but I can’t stop pawing at my swollen lips as I approach the elevator.
If I don’t know how to justify the night to myself, how can I explain myself to anyone else?
I shoot a glance down the hall and think, what would Troy do in this situation? That’s when I take a step inside the elevator, eager for the doors to shut behind me.
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Julia Ferris had it all: a loving a boyfriend, a glamorous city, and a high paying job. What more could a girl want? She’d ask you, “What if all those things weren’t what you wanted … ever?”Julia’s life has always been defined by everyone around her, but one day she makes the rash decision to finally live life for herself, and it all started with a pair of shoes. Now it becomes her only guide.
From new jobs to new boys, and a life in a big city she was never prepared for, she can at least admit one thing now:
It’s all exactly what she wants … kind of.
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JULIA FERRIS
My eyes flicker open in unison with my stretch. I feel incredibly satiated and calm, and waking up with a smile is a new thing for me. However, as I gain focus the dark grays of the room confuse me.
Where are my sleek, white brick walls?
I pull in a deep breath, and the smell of woody cologne and sex slams my senses.
I peer down at the navy blue comforter covering me, noting I am very much naked.
I didn’t.
I ogled Troy all night. I remember that. It was hard not to. I drank a lot. That I also know, but how far did I go? I wanted so much, but I tried to stay away. What’s the last thing I remember?
I turn to my right and see the hottest thing I have ever laid eyes on.
A fast asleep Troy.
I sit up on my elbows, holding the blanket to my chest.My eyebrows angle upward in unfortunate concern as I examine his sleeping state. His face is as relaxed as my body feels. His mouth hangs slightly open —that mouth. I remember that mouth all over me last night; I remember its quiet moans in my ears and its rushed breaths that tangled with mine.
His naked chest is on full display, and all the sinews that indent themselves on his perfect form are revealed, all the way down to those hips —I definitely remember that body now, too, and remember being able to touch and kiss anywhere I’d like.
The memories of the night swarm my mind like an incoming hurricane.
I clench my thighs together feeling well used and aching in the best way.
My hand reflexively comes up, slapping onto my forehead. Oh no.
Then comes the guilt. I run that hand through my hair as I dart my eyes all over the room. My clothes are everywhere. His clothes are everywhere.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I look at the time on his nightstand. It’s barely eight in the morning and Troy looks —oh Troy looks adorable.
Stop thinking that way!
I lean a little closer to him. I want to wake him, or kiss those sexy, anger-inducing lips, but that feels instantly wrong.
I change my mind. I’m not going to wake him. I can’t. I wouldn’t know how to explain myself.
My cheeks begin to burn, thinking I've done something terrible.
No. I know I’ve done something terrible, and the only thing that’s served me any good is escaping.
I regretfully cringe as I slip from his bed. I make sure I’m quiet with each tip toeing step.
This was a terrible idea. This is wrong.
I find my bra and my dress, quickly slipping those on, but for all the love that is holy, I cannot find my panties.
I squint at Troy, not putting it past him that he would hide them away somewhere as a trophy.
My stomach plummets at the thought that I’d be something of a trophy for him. His seduction and stares said differently, but the realization that I barely know the man slams my guts.
I peer over at the time again, this time fuming with embarrassment. It’s 8:15 now.
I look back at Troy once more, taking a step toward the bed, scrutinizing his Greek features, the bastard.
The butterflies caged in my gut flutter erratically, and I know this is such a mess. I can’t tell what I’m feeling.
What about Noah!
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.
I want to lean over and press a goodbye kiss to Troy’s cheek, but I shake my head instead.
All of this could easily mean nothing to him when maybe it meant everything to me.
Wait, no.
Again, I can’t tell. Maybe we both shared a passionate night, and we’ll be done with it. Maybe we can just blame it on the alcohol and forget it ever happened. Maybe we just needed to get it out of our system?
The fact that I can’t tell which way is up or down is what has me flinging myself in the opposite direction in nerve-wracking fear. I grab my glorious heels on the way, cursing their damned determined sexiness, as if they’re t
o blame while I make my way to the front door to escape.Is this what my therapist implied when I told her I was getting up and leaving the state? That I wasn’t really solving the problems and instead I was running away from them?
Is that what I’m doing now?
I feel like shit for so many different reasons, but I can’t stop pawing at my swollen lips as I approach the elevator.
If I don’t know how to justify the night to myself, how can I explain myself to anyone else?
I shoot a glance down the hall and think, what would Troy do in this situation? That’s when I take a step inside the elevator, eager for the doors to shut behind me.
