Title:
Tryst
Author:
Alex Rosa
Release
Date: March 17, 2015
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In this sensational
New Adult debut by Alex Rosa, boyfriends are too much trouble. So
what’s the harm in a little fun?
With an abusive relationship behind her, Skyler moves out of
her Orange County apartment, changes her phone number, cuts ties with her
friends, and moves in with her brother Josh, a talent agent with a spare room
in his incredible house in Hollywood.
Josh is happy to take Skyler under his wing, but he has one
rule: she can’t sleep with his roommate, Blake. That’s fine
by Skyler. She doesn’t want a man in her life right now—and
certainly not cocky Blake who’s with a different girl every night.
But his all-American boy charm and his ripped model physique are difficult to
refuse. Josh will never know if no one ever tells him. And a little secret now
and then never hurt
anyone…
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I get the sinking
feeling that Blake is having a hard time keeping his hands off me as he places
them back on my hips, tugging me close so that we’re flush against
each other. He forces my hips to move to the beat with his. The contact is
shocking as electricity shoots down my spine with the length of his body
pressed against me.
I have to suppress
my groan at the feeling it elicits. My blood feels as if it’s on
fire, and at this point, I cannot tell if it is alcohol induced or Blake
induced.
Trying to regain my
equilibrium, I say, “I thought you weren’t showing.”
My tone is breathier than I would like, but loud enough for him to
hear.
Continuing with
gyrating his hips against mine, he grabs for each of my hands and places them
around his neck. I don’t protest. I realize that this feels like
I’m breaking the rules already, but it doesn’t mean I stop
him.
The music is so
loud that he leans in close, and his humid breath against my ear has me letting
out an unrestrained sigh.
“I was
working. I’m surprised Josh didn’t mention it.”
I am quick to quip,
“I didn’t ask.”
He pulls away, and
wrinkles his nose as I shoot him a
glare.
“I’d
tell you how amazing you look, but I don’t want to fuel your ego any
more than it already has
been.”
My brows furrow at
the comment. He’s not winning with me
tonight.
“Don’t
act like you know anything about my ego. It’s bruised and broken, if
you must know.” My honesty startles me, but before I have time to
scold myself, he pulls my body harder against his, and I’m suddenly
hyperaware of each muscly sinew of his
abdomen.
“Well
then, fine. I’ll let you know that I think you look. . . .
incredible.”
I purse my lips,
and he laughs.
To my
disappointment, he takes a deliberate step back, breaking our contact.
“Now tell
me how I look.”
I cover my mouth to
stifle my laughter. “Oh, so you’re funny now?”
With a goading
expression, he places his hands dramatically on his hips. “Now,
Skyler, don’t act like you know anything about my sense of humor . .
.” He mirrors my previous tone.
I realize I deserve
that, and give him a once-over. The liquid courage I devoured earlier gives me
the confidence to appraise him openly, and dammit, the bastard looks good.
His lean, toned
physique is decked out in gray pants that hang hypnotically on his hips, and he
wears a matching vest, with a white dress shirt underneath that hugs his chest.
His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong forearms, and his
brown hair is slicked back. What tops off the ensemble, though, is his bright
red bowtie. Even in that outfit, I can tell there is nothing but wonderful
muscle underneath that hipster vest. I’ve seen
it.
I wave my hand in
an exaggerated manner. “Dashing as ever, good
sir.”
He nods and moves
in to bring me closer while letting out a rewarding laugh. I place my hands
back around his neck with
ease.
His eyes glitter in
the dim room, and his hands skim over the bare skin of my back. “Why
thank you, Skyler. Another compliment from you? Who would have
thought.”
I
make the mistake of shooting my eyes to his lips, and I watch them slink
upward, as if he’s
noticed.
I
recover from my mistake, bringing my eyes back to his, and I shake my head.
“How
am I supposed to keep away when you’re such a tempting
morsel?”
The
statement shocks me, and my face heats. Although buzzed, my mind tells me to
check myself. I step away from his grasp as a precaution. “You
aren’t allowed to say things like that.”
A wicked curve
appears on his lips. “No, you’re wrong. I’m
allowed to say whatever I want. What I’m not allowed to do is what I
want.”
The statement is
staggering, and I take in a deep breath, wondering what the correct plan of
action is.
“I think
I need another drink.”
When Alex
Rosa isn’t scouring city parks or cafes to write, she is
most likely trying to convince her friends to join her on her next adventure. A
sufferer of wanderlust, she is always looking for a new mountain to
climb, a canyon to hike, or a plane to board. Her résumé
consists of coroner, zoo worker, and most recently executive
assistant, but she finds her home amongst words, whether it is in books or in
film. Her obsessions are on the brink of bizarre, but that’s
just the way she likes
it.
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