Tuesday, March 17, 2015

~~Happy Release Day~~ Tryst by Alex Rosa

Alex Rosa
March 17, 2015


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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The large living room opens into the kitchen, where a dark granite island and counters greet me. The kitchen is spotless, with minimal kitchenware—a toaster, coffeemaker, and of course, a stainless-steel fridge. I wonder if this place is clean only because they knew I would be arriving. That would be something Josh would do.
I open cabinets, searching for a glass, and on the second attempt, a voice startles me.
“Cups are on the right, near the fridge.”
I turn around, and my breath catches in my throat at the sight. A barely dressed boy—er, man?—is standing there, idly watching me.
“Um, thank you.” I grab a glass and fill it with water.
He gives me this all-American-boy grin, seeming to enjoy my obvious discomfort. “No problem. Skyler, isn’t it?”
I take a sip and respond. “Yes. Roommate, I presume?” Getting those words out wasn’t so hard. As I wait for his response, my eyes drag down to his tan, toned physique, and I linger a little too long on the V at the edge of his navy-blue boxer briefs.
His voice brings me back to his stark, forest-colored eyes that complement his dark brown hair. Those eyes are distracting.
“I’ve got a name. Blake. Blake Everett. Nice to meet you.”
Was that a hint of attitude? Without a second thought and no shame, he leans his half-naked body over and raises his hand to shake mine. I can tell he’s enjoying this, and it only makes me feel uneasier.
I shake his hand as confidently as possible, and my imbedded manners kick in. “Nice to meet you too, Blake. Thanks for letting me stay here.”
He smirks, and I notice him giving me the once-over. I suddenly wish I wore nicer jeans rather than a torn-up pair. I don’t like the feeling of being under his judgmental eyes, because I am nowhere near able to compare to this Greek god. I run my hands through my curly black hair, and wish I’d brushed it before leaving this morning. He’s so pretty it hurts.
I’m aching to hear some sort of response, but I’m not sure he has one. I worry that I’m not welcome, but as he opens his mouth to respond, a voice from a bedroom down the hall interrupts. It’s high-pitched and squeaky.
“Blaaaaaaakkkeee, I’m thirsty. Come love me now!”
I flush crimson, realizing the implications of the whiny girl voice and his attire. If I am not mistaken, he flushes, too, but the arrogant smirk remains. Why are his lips so distracting?
He laughs, no doubt over my shocked expression, and then shrugs as if that explains everything.
“You mind if I take this?” he asks. He snatches the glass of water out of my hand, takes a quick sip, and winks at me. With that, he turns on his heels and walks back toward his bedroom. I hear his door shut.


The front door signals an incoming customer, and I’m thrown as I see the person stroll into my coffee shop.
I whisper “Tucker” forcefully as he turns around to walk up to the register to greet the customer.
Tucker puts on his best smile. “Hello, how may I help you?”
“Can I get a large caramel mocha with soy, please?” The voice is crisp and beyond cool.
“Absolutely, sir, it would be my pleasure. Your name?”
The customer swivels his view to behind the counter and makes eye contact with me. His wry smile forms as his eyes dart over me again, and my heart quickens its pace.
“My name is Blake.” He looks amused. “Hey, roomie.”
I can’t stop staring, but neither can he. “Hey, Blake.”
“Nice to meet you, Blake,” Tucker cuts in. “I think I want to be your new best friend.”
“TUCKER!” is the only thing I can manage. I watch as Blake laughs.
I feel my face flush bright red. What is the appropriate reaction here?
Cutting off my outburst, Tucker can’t even help himself as he extends his manicured hand to Blake. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
It seems even Tucker isn’t immune to Blake’s looks.
Blake shoots me a deadly smirk as he looks back to Tucker. “Uh-oh, am I in trouble?” His voice is inviting and has a wonderfully deep timbre.
I find my eyes dragging over his tight black, fitted V-neck shirt and think idly, I know what he looks like underneath that. I’m mildly distracted by the memory of his hips.
“Big trouble with this one.” Tucker raises his eyebrows, signaling toward me.
Blake, without missing a beat, says, “I’m not too good with first impressions. Maybe I can make it up to you, roomie.
He annoys me. Do I look like some bimbo who will drop everything for him? Because I’m not. Just because he’s good-looking doesn’t mean he controls me with those distracting looks of his. He needs to be put in his place, at least for the sake of all girl-dom. A boy should not be allowed to have that sort of power over women and their hormones.
I can see Tucker opening his mouth to respond for me, and I just can’t have that. I give Blake a stern expression as I purse my lips and shake my head. “That really won’t be necessary. It was a caramel mocha, wasn’t it?” I exaggerate my movements as I make my way to the coffee machine.
He squints in disbelief. “With soy milk, please.”
I nod. “With soy. Of course you would want soy. Let me get that for you.”
Is my voice dripping with disdain? Because I want it to.
Blake muffles his laughter and turns to Tucker. “Is she always like this?”
Tucker leans on the counter, joining Blake in observing me as I make his drink. “Nope, you seem to be the first person I’ve met to rile her up so much.”
I whip my head around, shocked. “Tucker Mitchell, would you stop it? You are supposed to be on my side.” I walk up to the counter, stomping my feet, and hand Blake his drink. “Here’s your caramel mocha . . . with soy.” I fake a smile and bat my eyelashes.
His catlike eyes, which are flicked with a wicked gold gleam, watch me as he sips the drink. “You’re kind of cute when you’re angry.”
Did he really just say that?
“She is, isn’t she?” Tucker butts in.
I go wide-eyed at both of them, darting my gaze back and forth. I want to scream.
When did I lose control of my life?
Seeming proud of himself, Blake nods his good-bye to Tucker, who is still staring dreamily, and then looks at me. “I’ll be seeing you around, roomie.” I swear he’s laughing at me behind that beguiling hot half-smile.
He strolls his hot body out of my coffee shop without looking back.

About the Author:

Alex Rosa lives in San Diego, California. When she isn’t scouring city parks or cafe’s to write she is more than 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 resume consists of coroner, to working at a zoo, and most recently as an executive assistant, but finds her home amongst words, whether it be 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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