"Can somebody say ANGST?!?!?! My Roommate's Girl has some of the finest back and forth banter I've ever read. [...]
My Roommate's Girl is a book that I will most certainly want to reread! [...] Then the numerous times I was blown away by the deep emotions. Lot's of heartbreak, angst, sweetness & swoon-worthy moments. I definitely want to read more from Keyes! Her writing style was refreshing and unique." - KristaMae, Goodreads
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Publication date: June 12th, 2017
The day a judge gave me the choice between going to prison or going to college was the day I vowed to stop stealing. Never again would I see something beautiful and beyond my means and take it, just because I wanted it. Just because I could.
When I moved in with Jerry, it was with good intentions. I needed a place to live while I got my degree, and he needed a roommate.
Then I saw Aster.
Blond and beautiful, good, pure, sweet, smart…and Jerry’s girlfriend. She was everything I never thought I could have. Except…maybe I can.
So I put a plan into action. Yeah, I’d probably go to hell, but it would be worth it. I wanted Aster. I wanted her yesterday and tomorrow and every possible way.
But you know what they say.
Be careful what you wish for…because you just might get it.
EXCERPT
For the next six days,
I manage to think about Aster a little less. I only jack off to the thought of
her ass in the air and my hands in her hair three times. It’s an improvement
over last week.
All of my hard work is
promptly undone when I let myself into the apartment Wednesday night and find
Aster alone on the couch. There’s a pizza box on the cushion next to her, her
bare feet crossed at the ankles on the ottoman. The visual of coming home to
Aster hits me stupidly hard, and I tell myself the heat I’m feeling is just the
contrast from the cold air outside. That the want tugging at my insides
is just hunger.
But it’s not.
“Hey,” I make myself say. I
turn around and take off my coat and boots, trying not to show how happy I am
to see her.
“Hey,” she replies. “Sorry
for just being here like this. Jerry was supposed to meet me for dinner but he
got stuck at the lab and I’d already ordered the pizza.”
“Totally fine.”
The kitchen and living room
are divided by a small counter, so I can still see her as I fill a glass with
tap water and down it in three swallows.
“Do you want some food?”
Aster asks. “Jerry’s going to eat at the lab, and he said to tell you to help
yourself if you’re hungry.”
I try not to appear too
“hungry” when I look at Aster and wonder what else Jerry is willing to share.
I should tell her no. I
should say I ate and go into my room and close the door and put on headphones
and forget she’s here. But I’ve never been good at resisting temptation, even
when it’s wearing an oversized Holsom sweatshirt and faded jeans and seems to
be legitimately enjoying Bridget Jones’ Diary.
“I’ll have some pizza,” I
say, grabbing a napkin from the counter. “But you’ve gotta change the channel.”
“This movie’s a classic.”
“It’s not.” I take the spot
on the far end of the couch, the pizza between us. I can practically feel her
scrutinizing my white button-up shirt and dark pants, far from my usual attire
of jeans and old concert T-shirts.
“Did you have a late class?”
she asks.
I grab a slice of pizza.
It’s pepperoni and mushroom and it’s still hot. My mouth waters and I take a
bite, glancing at Aster. It’s not a secret that I have a job, but it’s not
something I advertise. My job at the library is in stark contrast to the
tattooed knuckles and bad attitude.
“I was working,” I say
around the food. “At the library.”
“Oh. I didn’t know.”
“I never told you. Change
the channel.”
She picks up the remote and
scrolls through the options in the guide. “I’m just being nice because you’re
new,” she informs me.
I grin. Aster’s being nice
because she’s a nice person. “And when I’m not new? What happens then?”
“All this hospitality goes
right out the window.”
“Uh-oh.”
“It’s as terrible as it
sounds.”
“Does Jerry know you’re
cruel?”
“Nope. He came with me to
see Bridget Jones’ Baby in theater.”
I groan and stuff the rest
of the pizza in my mouth. If that’s what it takes to get a girl like Aster,
maybe I’ve been jerking off to the wrong girl. “Jerry needs some guidance.”
She smirks. “Are you going
to be that guide?”
“If I ever find him watching
Bridget Jones by himself, I’ll have to step in. No real man watches that
movie willingly. And he only watches it for a girl if there’s a blow jo—” I
catch myself way too late. Aster’s blue eyes widen and she freezes, a piece of
pizza extended toward her pretty mouth. “I’m sorry,” I say hastily. “I forgot
who—”
Then she laughs. And laughs.
And laughs.
She drops the pizza back
into the box she’s laughing so hard.
“Poor Jerry,” she wheezes,
wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. “I just had to buy his popcorn.”
I snicker, relief making me
weak and stupid. “It’s none of my business,” I say, even though I want it to be
my business. I want to take Aster to a chick flick and make her pay for it with
filthy sexual favors afterward. I want to find out if she’d be offended by it.
“I think you’ll be a good
influence on Jerry,” she says after a second. She’s focused on the TV again,
settling on a Big Bang Theory rerun.
I almost choke. “Did you say
a good influence?” Not once in my life has anyone ever called me a good
influence. I’m not sure I’ve ever even been called good, period. And I’m
not sure how to feel about it.
“Yeah,” Aster says. “He’s so
focused on school that he sometimes forgets to have fun. Maybe you’ll rub off
on him.”
“What do you do for fun,
Aster?”
She glances at my knuckles
and rolls her lips contemplatively. “Lots of things.”
I try not to curl my hands
into fists, try not to show her how I have to work so fucking hard not to reach
over there to touch her, just to see if I can.
I might have been wrong
about the money. I might even be wrong about the blind kids. But Aster’s a nice
person, a good person. She’s not going to fuck me if she has a boyfriend.
So the boyfriend will have to go.
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Julianna Keyes is a Canadian writer who has lived on both coasts and several places in between. She’s been skydiving, bungee jumping and white water rafting, but nothing thrills—or terrifies—her as much as the blank page. She loves Chinese food, foreign languages, baseball and television, though not necessarily in that order, and writes sizzling stories with strong characters, plenty of conflict, and lots of making up.
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3 comments:
My roommates girl sound great thank you. wrong link to like post in rafflecopter.
Seems like this is always how it starts, LOL I'd be interested in reading this book to see what happens :)
This sounds like a great book.
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