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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.
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.
REVIEW:
The back and forth between Graham and Kennedy was funny, "he checks the temperature on the grill and straightens. "Because I'm not comfortable talking about orgasms with you, that's why." In the beginning you can tell that there's something between the two but both are too stubborn to see it so you get all of this jealousy from each one of them, "I have to get ready for work and you need to go flirt with your student and I am not acting like your mother!" It gets worse when Graham's brother Blake walks into the picture, "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." Oh Kennedy that girl knows hot to torture a man, "two minutes later, there's a shout from the bathroom. "Really!" I smile. Apparently Graham just looked at the sink countertop full of (unopened, of course) tampons and pads. Score for me." Seriously if I batted for the other team I'd be all over Kennedy her and my views are the same on pizza, "I look to the pizza, thinking, why am I always left with food? And then I eat it. Because, I mean, it looks sad sitting on the counter all uneaten and such, and yummy, and you shouldn't waste food." Kennedy she gets sick of this back and forth and just cuts to the chase:
"Can we move past the friend zone and into the next zone already?"
He freezes, looking comical bent over with a pan of brownies gripped in his red oven mitts. He's so domestic. "What are you wearing?"
"It's called a towel. Answer the question."
I hope Blake gets his book because I enjoyed him and Graham's back and forth as well.
The back and forth between Graham and Kennedy was funny, "he checks the temperature on the grill and straightens. "Because I'm not comfortable talking about orgasms with you, that's why." In the beginning you can tell that there's something between the two but both are too stubborn to see it so you get all of this jealousy from each one of them, "I have to get ready for work and you need to go flirt with your student and I am not acting like your mother!" It gets worse when Graham's brother Blake walks into the picture, "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." Oh Kennedy that girl knows hot to torture a man, "two minutes later, there's a shout from the bathroom. "Really!" I smile. Apparently Graham just looked at the sink countertop full of (unopened, of course) tampons and pads. Score for me." Seriously if I batted for the other team I'd be all over Kennedy her and my views are the same on pizza, "I look to the pizza, thinking, why am I always left with food? And then I eat it. Because, I mean, it looks sad sitting on the counter all uneaten and such, and yummy, and you shouldn't waste food." Kennedy she gets sick of this back and forth and just cuts to the chase:
"Can we move past the friend zone and into the next zone already?"
He freezes, looking comical bent over with a pan of brownies gripped in his red oven mitts. He's so domestic. "What are you wearing?"
"It's called a towel. Answer the question."
I hope Blake gets his book because I enjoyed him and Graham's back and forth as well.
AUTHOR INFO:
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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