STACEY LYNN’S LATEST “HOOKED ON HER” JUST WENT LIVE!! HOCKEY STAR IN LOVE WITH HIS ROOMMATE (who just so happens to be his best friend’s little sister) GASP!! THIS sounds so good!!
“…I’m not just falling for her. I’m down for the count.
She’s the girl I wanted, when wanting her was wrong.
She’s also my new roommate–
And oh yeah, my best friend’s little sister.Heaven help me, I’m probably going to get his fist to my face or his hockey stick shoved in very dangerous places for what I’m about to do, but I don’t think I care anymore…”
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EXCERPT:
“I know what you mean, Tessa. But trust me, I’ve never once thought of myself as your brother.”
“What?” My head jerks in his direction and this time, my eyes are wide open.
“You heard me. How drunk were you on New Year’s?”
Oh God. My heart is thumping out of control and there’s some strange tingle racing down my legs. If I were standing, I’d definitely collapse. I haven’t even been quite sure that moment we had was real.
It was?
“New Year’s?” I’m almost laughing hysterically at this point.
And yet, he’s moving. Closer. Like in slow motion giving me plenty of time to leap and lunge over the rows of chairs to escape and yet somehow, my feet are super glued to the carpet.
I’m too stunned by all of this because what in the heck!? I’m stuck here, rooted to my spot while he leans in… so close. So close I can smell his cologne or body wash or maybe it’s his natural pheromones that makes him smell so edible. Like candy. Strawberries dipped in chocolate. Sinfully yummy chocolate.
“I wasn’t drunk on New Year’s.” That’s right, brain. You can work. Think. Speak. All the good things.
Jason moves closer, looms over me with his brawn and beefy goodness until his lips are at my cheek. I shiver, darn my stupid teenage crush that’s only multiplied over the years. I cling to the chair behind me. Otherwise, I’ll rip off his shirt, climb him like a tree, and have my way with him and YIKES! Not good! Abort! Abort!
“So you remember what I said.”
“Umm.” I mean, I have this fuzzy memory of him almost kissing me, but surely that can’t be what he’s implying. Perhaps it was when he asked me if I wanted champagne. Some totally innocuous earlier conversation before the hallway incident.
“Jason.” I say nothing else. There isn’t anything else to say. “Why did you come in here?”
“Because you’re not with Will, and I’m pretty sure that night I gave you a hint of what I was feeling and you froze up. But in case you need it said more clearly, here it is. You’re not with Will. And I’m tired of waiting.”
Don’t ask! Don’t ask! Don’t even think of asking!“Waiting for what?”
I said don’t ask! My brain screams at me. I definitely need to find some mental help pronto.
“You know…” he drawls and it’s so irritating how calm he can be right now. “I think I’m going to let you finally figure that out for yourself,” he whispers and gah! Why is he doing this and what is this madness. I’m dreaming. I have to be! I pinch myself and squeak from the pain.
He chuckles at my ridiculousness.
He steps back and grins. I can’t decide if I want to slap him or kiss him. It’s not possible he’s meant any of this. No way.
No how.
“Sawyer,” I say and I want to slam my hands over my mouth.
Jason’s smile falters for only a moment and he shrugs. “Maybe I don’t really care about your brother’s opinion about what this would be anymore.”
What this would be? What would WHAT be? What does he mean!?
He turns then and walks away. He’s leaving? After tossing me a grenade with the pin pulled? What do I do with this?
When he gets to the doorway he turns, and I brace myself for the punch line of his joke. Oh hey, just kidding, Tessa. You’re my totally too cute and too young sister. I’m totally messing with you.
Oh Jason… you funny, funny boy, you.
“I’m going to head home. Want a ride?”
Meet Stacey Lynn:
Stacey Lynn likes her coffee with a dash of sugar, her heroes with a side of bossy, and her wine a deep shade of red.
The author of over thirty romance novels, many of which have been best-selling titles on Amazon, AppleBooks, and Barnes & Noble, she loves being able to turn her vivid imagination into a career that brings entertainment and joy to her readers. Focused on sports romance and emotional, small-town romance, she also loves stretching herself in different genres.
Born in Texas and raised in the Midwest, she now makes her home in North Carolina and loves all things Southern. Together with her ultimate tall, dark, and handsome hero, she has four children. Her life is a chaotic mess that fights with her Type-A, list-making, neurotically organized preferences and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
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