by Rita Branches
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 25th 2016
Summary from Goodreads:
Nobody ever said life was easy...
People pleaser, Jane Skylar wants nothing more than to earn her art degree, start her life, and bask in the bliss of living with her boyfriend.
But things don't always go as planned...
Struggling with her creative side, Jane finds herself in turmoil, often confiding in her roommate - another, more talented art student, Keith Hale. Keith just so happens to be her boyfriend's older, brooding brother. After a devastating breakup, Jane turns to Keith for comfort. But when the lines blur between roommate and lover, Jane's life becomes more complicated than ever before.
When Keith's past comes back to haunt him, their lives all get turned upside down, forcing the truth to surface. Now Jane must fight for what she wants--even if it hurts everyone she loves.
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Excerpt:
The next towels were easier. I was getting colder and
so tired that my eyes started to shut and I dozed off. When the towel on my
stomach was removed, the breeze on my skin made me shiver and woke me up.
“Just one more time, and then we’ll check if the fever
has lowered.” He changed the towels again. I had stopped feeling awkward about
the lack of clothes a long time ago: maybe between the cold towel or the scared
look on Keith’s face.
My shivering never stopped. After Keith took all the
towels from my body, I just wanted to curl up and sleep. The sheets were wet,
though, as well as my clothes. Keith left for a minute and I opened one eye to
see him standing at the door, frowning.
“What is it now?”
“I can’t find any clean sheets,” he answered. I wasn’t
feeling good enough today to do laundry, so the other set was dirty.
“Come on. Try sitting up.” Keith opened one of my
drawers.
“What are you doing?” It was where I kept my
underwear. He ignored my protests and took some black cotton panties and a
matching tank top and placed them on the bed.
“I’ll be in the hallway. Call me when you’re
done—unless you want my help.” His smirk was weak, but I knew he was trying to
make me smile. I shooed him out of my room with a wave of my hand and took my
time changing out of my clothes. My body hurt, especially my ribs.
“I’m coming in,” Keith warned, as soon as I pulled the
tank top down. “Can you get up?” I obeyed him, unsure of why he wanted me to
get up if I didn’t have any clean sheets to change the bed with. My bedroom
swung around me and I had to sit back down again. I was too weak to stand.
Keith sighed and put his arms under me. I stiffened instantly, not just at the
gesture, but also at my lack of clothing. He picked me up and left my room.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you think? I’m taking you to my room. The
sheets are clean, I haven’t slept there this week, and they are dry, at least.”
He winked while pushing open his bedroom door with his shoulder. I had been in
his room once or twice to bring him his clean clothes, but I’d never taken the
time to look around. I wouldn’t do so this time, either, as the only light on
was from the lamp on his bedside table.
The space was clean and tidy. I imagined all his
clutter was in the attic, where he spent most of his time.
I whimpered against his cold sheets. “Come on, scoot
over,” he said, as soon as he laid me down. I did what he asked and the next
thing I felt was his warm body against mine. I gasped at the contact, but
scooted back against his chest. I tried to ignore the chuckle that came from
him, which shook my body slightly.
His hand came to rest on my stomach for a second
before he pulled my tank top up. I was prepared to turn and punch him in the
face when I realized what he was trying to do. He lifted his own shirt and
hugged my bare back. I sighed, trying not to moan. For the second time tonight,
I wasn’t cold, as his body was warmer than mine.
“Just so we’re clear, in the morning, we go back to
not caring much for the other, right?” I asked, more to try and clear the air.
I felt him tense before answering me with a weird shrug.
“I guess,” he mumbled.
“Why do you hate me?” I whispered.
About the Author
Hi! I'm Rita Branches. I was born and raised in in Portugal and I'm going to independently publish my debut novel in the Spring of 2016, Painting Sky. I am so happy that you decided to take a look at my work.
Little bit about myself: along with being a writer, I am also a landscape architect. I started writing to bring 'to life' the stories that my mind created. I LOVE to read. It was and always will be my passion.
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