My heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest. Watching this whole thing unfold had made me totally lose sense of reality. I felt like I’d been experiencing every movement, every feeling right along with him, except I wasn’t allowed to come. It was as if I’d seriously lost my mind in the process. That was the only thing that could possibly explain why my body decided to betray me, letting out an involuntary sigh….moan? I wasn’t sure and couldn’t even tell you what it was except to say whatever sound I made caused Justin to jump back. His head whipped toward me, and his shocked eyes met mine for a brief second before I ran back down the stairs. Humiliated. Mortified. My heart felt like it was in my mouth. Escaping out the front door and down to the water, I continued to run aimlessly on the sand. At one point, about a mile down the beach, it became necessary to stop and catch my breath, even though I wanted to keep running. I’d gotten so wrapped up in Justin that I’d forgotten how sick I was this afternoon. It was all hitting me again as I stumbled over to the shoreline and vomited into the ocean. I collapsed into the sand and must have sat there for over an hour. The sun was starting to go down, and the tide was coming in. It felt like everything was closing in on me. I knew I couldn’t avoid going home forever. What if he told Jade what I’d done? That I was watching him. Oh God. He was going to crucify me for this. What excuse could I possibly give him that would explain why I was hiding behind his door, watching him ejaculate like it was a Fourth of July fireworks performance? I decided that I needed to get home before Jade did. Maybe I could convince him not to say anything. Brushing the sand off my thighs, I made my way back over to the house. My heart nearly stopped upon finding Justin standing in the kitchen, drinking out of a half-gallon of orange juice. I stood silently behind him and watched as he put the container back. Justin turned around and finally noticed me standing there. His hair was wet, making it appear brown instead of blonde. He must have taken a shower to wash away the awkwardness of our encounter. Looking painfully handsome in a brown distressed t-shirt that fit his chest like a glove, he just stared me down. Here it comes. I braced myself for his humiliating words. My heart was beating out of my chest as he just continued to look at me blankly without saying anything. He slowly walked toward me, and all of the muscles in my body tightened. He was going to get in my face and do it. Shit.
RoomHate releases on February 15th! Pre-order your copy here:
From New York Times Bestselling Author, Penelope Ward, comes a new standalone novel.
Sharing a summer house with a hot-as-hell roommate should be a dream come true, right?
Not when it’s Justin…the only person I’d ever loved…who now hates me.
When my grandmother died and left me half of the house on Aquidneck Island, there was a catch: the other half would go to the boy she helped raise.
The same boy who turned into the teenager whose heart I broke years ago.
The same teenager who’s now a man with a hard body and a hardass personality to match.
I hadn’t seen him in years, and now we’re living together because neither one of us is willing to give up the house.
The worst part? He didn’t come alone.
I’d soon realize there’s a thin line between love and hate. I could see through that smug smile. Beneath it all…the boy is still there. So is our connection.
The problem is…now that I can’t have Justin, I’ve never wanted him more.
Author's note – RoomHate is a full-length standalone novel. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.
About the Author: Penelope Ward
Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 11-year-old girl with autism and a 9-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.
Title: Bound by Steel Author: Connie Lafortune Genre: Contemporary/Suspense Romance Edited by: Peter Gaskin Cover Design by: Hang Le Release Date: March 19th, 2016
Lyra Harper I was driving home to spend the holidays with my family. But I lost control of my vehicle on an icy mountain road. I slammed into a tree on the edge of Lake Lucerne. I barely remember writing my name on the frosted windowpane. The darkness had swallowed me whole. I spiraled toward oblivion. When I awoke from the gloom I found myself in an old log cabin With the devil’s eyes piercing fiercely into mine. *** Ryker Steel Up until four days ago, my life was tedious and tiresome. Until I rescued a dainty girl with golden hair and hazel eyes. She looks just like the one I’m trying to forget. Now my life has turned upside down and inside out. You see, I inadvertently revealed my true identity. Now, she can never leave. We will live in hell, until we take our last breaths, together. Lyra was the one who insisted on playing the game. But I have a gut feeling, I will be the one to lose…
Connie Lafortune is a shift supervisor by day and an author at night. She loves spending time with her family and friends, taking walks along the beach, and listening to music…If she’s not in her office writing, you can bet she’s curled up on the couch with her nose buried in a book. Connie lives in Connecticut with her husband, Alan.Connie is a true believer in love conquering all… This being the reason why she loves writing romance novels. She wants to create a story based on strong, believable characters. One’s that will make you laugh, cry and feel every emotion under the sun. Connie wants to leave you breathless and begging for more…
“I’ve got a present for you,” I coo as Josh lays me down on the bed. “Oh yeah?” Josh pulls off his shirt, revealing his gloriously muscled and tattooed torso. “Oh my God,” I say, ogling him. Josh pulls down his pants and briefs, letting his straining donkey-dick spring free. “Sweet Baby Jesus,” I blurt. “I feel like my clit’s a lawnmower and you just yanked its starter-cord.” Josh smiles wickedly. “Oh, the things I’m gonna do to you, hot momma.” He advances on me like a panther. “Wait. Close your eyes.” Josh exhales like I’ve asked him to stop and change the oil in my car. “You’re killing me, Smalls,” he says. “Close ’em, Playboy. I’ve got a surprise for you. It’ll take five seconds and then you can do whatever you please to me.” Josh settles onto his knees next to me, his naked body taut, his erection massive. “You’ve got twenty seconds and then I can’t be held responsible for what this dick might do to you.” I pull my sundress off, revealing my leopard-print-electric-blue bra and undies underneath, and carefully cover my hipbone with my palm. “Okay,” I say. “Open.” Josh opens his eyes. “Great surprise. You’re gorgeous. Now lie back.” He pushes me back gently. “No, you fool,” I say. “I haven’t shown you the surprise yet.” Josh exhales again. “You ready?” I ask. Josh motions to his straining dick in reply. I bite my lip and remove my hand, revealing the temporary “tattoo” Sarah drew on my hip with a Sharpie pen while we watched About Time in the other room. “For you, Playboy,” I say, unveiling the famous Playboy-rabbit-head-logo drawn onto my hip. “I can’t get a tattoo while pregnant—apparently, there’s a risk of infection or whatever—but I finally figured out what I’m gonna do for my second tattoo after the baby’s born.” Josh’s hard-on visibly twitches. “Aw, you’re gonna get a boyfriend tattoo?” I nod. Josh’s sapphire eyes smolder. “Sounds pretty serious, babe.” “Oh, it is—as serious as it can be.” Josh advances on me slowly, his taut muscles flexing, his hard-on huge, and slowly pushes me onto my back. He deftly removes my bra and, the minute my breasts bounce free, he buries his face into my cleavage and motorboats my boobs, making me giggle. “I’ll be damned, your pretty titties might actually be getting a little bit bigger, babe,” he says. I look down at myself. “Really?” “Maybe. Lemme double check.” He takes my left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and around. I let out a soft moan. “Yeah, definitely,” he says.