Book Title:Blurred Lines
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast PromotionsTwo weeks. Spring Break. No strings attached. No long distant relationships. Just sex. She agreed to have fun over spring break. What Emma didn’t realize was that her heart would be shattered into pieces after meeting Brody. Growing up she got everything she ever asked for, so when their two weeks were over, there was nothing money could buy to heal her broken heart. Emma works hard in college to ignore the pain. She doesn’t know where he lives, his number, or even his last name. She thought he was out of her life forever… Until two years later. She hasn’t stopped thinking about him. But it’s not that easy when they finally reunite. Seeing Brody again has memories flooding to the surface again…making it hard to resist him. But can Emma keep her distance like she has to, or will there be blurred lines between what she wants and what she must do to move forward?
“You sent us the drinks?” I ask, finally putting all the pieces together. “Well, technically, I just sent the first round. You guys just kept ordering.” His face is so soft; I just want to rub my hands over it. Shit. Focus. “Oh.” “Yeah, guess I better sign for that tab.” He grins and I know he’s secretly enjoying it. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know—” “It’s fine, honestly. I don’t mind.” Hannah lays her head on his shoulder as she passes out. “I think she’ll be fine with an aspirin and some sleep.” “Where’s your room? I’ll carry her back.” I nod, because ironically, I’m not sure what else to do. He could be a total creepier for all I know, but I can’t carry Hannah back myself, so I let him help. “Room 480,” I reply. We walk back to the resort lobby, and I see him grin at me. And I finally see his face for the first time. “Hey, you’re the guy from the plane, right?” My stomach suddenly turns to knots. The feelings from remembering our one and only encounter replays in my mind—the way his hands soothed me after practically falling into his lap. I can’t help the lame smile that forms on my face. I already know it’s him, but I ask anyway because it seems so unreal. I looked for him after we landed and was oddly disappointed when I didn’t see him. I see him bite his lip before answering, “Yeah, Brody.” We reach the elevator, and I press the call button as I watch him intently. “Emma, right?” he asks. “Right,” is all I say, because well, I’m an idiot. He’s just as beautiful as he was earlier. His hair is clean cut and his face is smooth. For a moment, I lose myself in his face— his perfect silk face. “So how long are you in Cancun for?” I ask, making conversation as we walk onto the elevator. I press number 4 and watch as the doors close. “Couple weeks. I’m here with my friend, Caleb, for one last spring break. What about you?” “Same. Except this is Hannah and mine’s first college spring break.” I smile nervously, thinking how pathetic I look right now. “Ahh, freshmen, huh?” He grins. “Is it that obvious?” He laughs, but doesn’t answer as the elevator dings. I wrestle my key card out of my purse as we walk to our room. We walk in silence, but I can’t help but feel what I felt before on the plane. It was like an unspoken tension—heat and intensity that riveted between us. I feel his presence not only because he was next to me, but because it was like an electric force that made me very aware of him. And his very solid, chiseled arms. I slide my key card in and open the door. I completely forgot that we left the room a mess. Fuck. “Her bed is that one.” I point to the farthest one. I watch in amazement as he pulls the covers down and gently lays her down. He then covers her back up. “Did you just tuck her in?” I ask, grinning. “Yeah, is that bad?” he asks self-consciously. “No, it’s just—most guys don’t do the whole ‘tucking in’ thing.” “Oh, well I could untuck her in, if you’d prefer?” He smiles. He’s messing with me. “No, it’s fine,” I say softly. “Thank you.” “No problem. Just make sure you tell her I didn’t grope her or anything. Would hate for my neighbors to think I’m a creep or something,” he quips, walking closer to me. I can’t deny the heat coming off him, making me want to wrap my arms around him just to feel his body. “Neighbors?” “Oh, right. I’m in room 482. Across the hall.” He nods his head toward the door. He’s standing right in front of me, making me tilt my head back just to look up into his eyes—his beautiful bright green eyes. “Oh.” Of-fricken-course. “Well, thanks again,” I say, breaking the awkward silence. “My pleasure.” He continues looking at me intently, and I wonder if he’s thinking the same thing I am. “Have a good night, Emma.” His hand brushes mine as he walks toward the door. I watch as he opens it, and then he’s gone. I almost wonder if I imagined the whole thing. And I could’ve swore he winked at me. No. Now I know I’m drunk.
Book Title: Bad Girlfriend
Author: Brooke Cumberland
Genre: Contemporary Romance
There’s nothing like a big slap of reality to get your life in check. The whole “you only live once” and “live like there’s no tomorrow” couldn’t be more true for me. At least now, I knew. I broke up with my boyfriend recently. He didn’t deserve it, but it was inevitable. It had to happen. There was no point leading him on. I just saved him years of grief. “Kate, don’t do this. I love you,” he pleaded. I knew he did…and that’s why this was hard, but it was like ripping a band aid off. I just had to do it. “Sorry, Kyle. I don’t love you,” I lied. If I told him the truth he’d promise to stay with me, but in the end, he’d only resent his decision. “I can’t believe this.” He brushed both hands through his hair, pacing back and forth in front of me. I tried to remain calm, not affected. “You’re a bad girlfriend, Kate. I can’t believe you’d do this.” He walked toward me, his face directly in mine. “You’re a bad girlfriend…I’m lucky to be rid of you.” I knew his words were spit from anger. I understood. He gave me everything—and in return—I couldn’t give him anything. I think about the words he said to me six months ago as I drive up north for the week. Bags packed in the trunk with a weeks worth of clothes and necessities. Kyle was supposed to come up with me on this trip, now it’s welcomed silence. The silence makes me feel numb. Numb to the facts. Numb to reality. It’s what’s best and I’ll give in to what my destiny holds. Going to my cousin, Natalee’s wedding this week is my chance. My chance to be spontaneous, wild, and carefree. It’s possibly my last chance. And I will enjoy every moment of it.
Brooke is a midwestern gal, from the cheese state of Wisconsin! Go Packers! She's a stay-at-home mom to a wild three year old. Most days you can find her reading or writing, or just hanging out with her family! She loves movies, cooking, and shopping! She's addicted to Starbucks, Coach purses, and wearing yoga pants.