One Spring Break
Sophie Stevens
Publication date: January 10th 2022
Genres: Contemporary, New
Adult, Romance
Flat-ass. Chubby cheeks. Whore.
Pre-med student, Rosie Magee, has been called every slur imaginable by her obnoxious roommate, a foul-tempered fellow who drops food on the floor and poops wherever he pleases. If the insult thrower didn’t have scarlet feathers and a beak capable of shearing fingers, she’d happily kick him out. But her roommate, a macaw named Baby, belongs to her snotty sister Maria, and according to their mother, if the siblings want room and board, they’re stuck together until graduation. After scrimping and saving, Rosie has finally tucked away enough money to escape from her boyfriend-stealing sister and her evil, yellow-eyed minion for one spring break.
Wholesome. Good guy. Boy next door.
Engineering student, Erik Snider, never believed good guys finish last until his girlfriend has a one-night-stand with a local thespian, Tulsa Lester. She wants to reconcile, but Erik can’t forgive a betrayal so deep. When he learns she’s moved on while he’s still mourning their relationship, his roommate hatches a plan for revenge —ask out the prettiest girl on campus, Maria Magee, and take her to the spring for- mal his ex will be attending. Though not the vengeful type, Erik is desperate enough to agree in hopes a date with a gorgeous girl will help him heal, but pretty girls have agendas of their own. If he wants an evening with Maria, he’ll have to take care of her demanding macaw for one spring break.
When Baby escapes Erik’s care, Rosie ditches her vacation to help him find her sister’s macaw. As they fight off parrot hungry hawks and navigate trees with flimsy branches, they form a bond that might just verge on love. But nothing comes easily for Rosie. With a man-stealing sister who lives to torment her, and a best friend Tulsa who tore apart Erik’s relationship, happily-ever-after will be anything but smooth sailing.
One spring break brought them together.
An insolent bird...
A hateful sister...
A best friend with secrets...
Will tear them apart.
Excerpt
Sweet baby Jesus, she’s staring at my lips. Not just staring, but eying them longingly as
though she wants me to kiss her, and at the same time, she’s terrified I might try.
Oh, hell yes. Game on.
I rise up to sitting, moving slowly enough not to spook her. Guys are always wishing
for the obvious sign, the go light that tells them it’s okay to make a move. Most girls are
so damn vague when they give it, but not Rosie. Oh no. Not the beautiful girl sitting next
to me. She doesn’t just like me—she wants me. It’s written all over her face. I want her
five times more, but we can deal with the inequality later. Right now, I have a girl to kiss.
Her cheeks are stained pink as she watches me, seeming both wary and intrigued
by what I’m doing. Her eyes flick to my mouth again, then just as quickly, rise to hold my
gaze. When her tongue glides over her bottom lip, moistening it, I know the moment is
right, and I lean as close as I can without actually touching her lips.
Her breath catches, and she ever so slightly leans away, but I already have my hand
gliding toward her neck, and when she tries to lean back farther, I wrap my palm around
her neck and hold her steady.
Our lips brush tentatively, and she inhales softly. On a whimpered moan, she says,
“Erik?”
That’s the last thing I allow her to say, and I crash my lips into hers, hard and
reckless. My tongue glides over the seam of her mouth, and she tastes like flour tortillas
and tangy heat from the tacos. I wait to see if she’ll open to me, allow me inside, and
when her lips part, I want to sing with joy, but instead I draw her closer, wrapping my
other hand around her waist and dragging her to me. I’d climb a thousand more trees to
kiss her like this.
My tongue delves inside her mouth, and she lets out a tiny whimper then moans with
what I hope is pleasure. When her hands thread delicately through my hair, I know I
have her. She wants this as much as I do. Her mouth presses harder against mine, and
in what can only be called a daring move for a girl as sweet as Rosie, her tongue
tangles with mine, sparring, then tentatively slips into my mouth.
I hadn’t expected that, and I moan my approval then slip both hands into her glorious
hair. Dear God, her hair. It’s so soft and thick, my fingers get caught in the tight curls. I
never want to escape them. She has the hair of Merida from Brave, wild and alive, just
like the way she kisses me. There’s more fire in this girl than I had realized, and that
makes me want her even more.
Closer. I need her closer, like in my lap.
Just as I slip both hands around her waist and urge her up, I hear the intruding
sound of a man clearing his throat. Rosie must not have heard it because she’s doing
exactly what I had wanted—sliding into my lap. Her hands are on my shoulders as she
shifts her weight onto me, and her lips never leave mine.
The intruding sound comes again, and I know I need to open my eyes and see what
the heck is going on outside our little mouth and tongue party, but I want to hold onto
this moment for one second longer because I’m afraid that once it ends, I may never get
it back.
Author Bio:
Author of contemporary romance, young adult and urban fantasy.
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