Convenient Fall
Players of Marycliff University Book 2
By Jerica MacMillan
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: May
16, 2016
Synopsis
Sleeping with your roommate is a bad
idea, right?
Megan Davidson is scrambling to find
a new place after Abby, her roommate and best friend decides to move in with
her boyfriend Lance. With just a week until classes start, the open spot
left in Lance’s old house looks like her best option. She moves in with
Matt and Chris, shameless flirts and notorious players.
Chris Schwartz first met Megan at
their Fourth of July party over the summer, and he’s wanted her ever since.
She’s now tantalizingly close, and he doesn’t want to keep his hands to
himself, even if its the worst idea ever. Chris doesn’t do relationships,
but once with Megan just isn’t enough.
With ground rules in place, it seems
like everything’s working out fine. But will Chris’s history catch up to
him and ruin everything?
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Excerpt
(This excerpt is about 900
words. If you’d like it shorter, from
the highlighted word to the end is about 450.)
With his head closer to her level
she started shouting at him. "What the fuck is wrong with you? How dare
you interrupt my dancing and then drag me out here!" She slapped him on
the cheek next. That stung. "Don't you ever manhandle me like that
again!"
He straightened up, rubbing his
cheek. "You done?"
She tipped her head back to glare at
him. Man, she was pissed. "I'm not sure. It depends on what stupid thing
you do or say next. I might have to knee you in the balls."
He grunted in response and ran a
hand over his face to cover the smile that was fighting to get out. If she
thought he'd let her get close enough to get his balls, she'd be in for a
surprise.
She stared at him, waiting. After a
minute she threw her hands up in exasperation. "Are you going to answer
me? Or should I hit you some more until I feel better?"
"What was the question
again?"
She took a step toward him, and he
readied himself to block a strike to the groin. Instead, she got right up in
his space and he could smell her shampoo. "I asked you what. The. Fuck.
Your. Problem. Is." She emphasized each word with a smack to the chest.
He grabbed her wrist, tired of being
used as her personal punching bag. "Enough. I took it when you hit me
earlier because I deserved it, but that's enough." He crowded into her
personal space even more, bringing his body flush against hers. Her head was
tipped back, her eyes wide, her lips parted. He wanted to kiss her. He'd been
wanting to kiss her for months now. And he wanted her more now than he'd ever
wanted anyone before. "As for what my problem is, you're my problem."
At his words, the pissed off
expression took over her face again. "What the hell does that mean? I
haven't done anything to you!"
"Fuck, Megan. I can't stand
watching you dance with all these other guys, seeing them put their hands all
over you, groping you. And you seem to like it. Are you out fucking around
while Matt and I are gone? Having parties at our house so you're not home
alone?"
She gasped and her nostrils flared.
He caught her hand before it made contact with his other cheek. She struggled
against his grip, but he didn't let go.
"How dare you? You have no
right to accuse me of anything! You're the biggest manwhore I know! You fuck
any chick that you have your eye on and dump her the minute you're done! How
dare you of all people say that to me?"
She was struggling against him, so
he put her arms behind her back, wrapping his arms around her middle, keeping
her pressed against him, trapping one of her legs with both of his so she
couldn't make good on her threat to knee him in the balls. Her tone was laced
with venom, and he almost recoiled from the bite. Except he was getting more
pissed off too. He was a manwhore?
But Megan wasn't done. "And
it's none of your fucking business if I'm fucking anyone. You're my roommate,
and a shitty one at that. I don't need you scaring off guys who I just want to
dance with."
"That asshole wanted more than
just a dance."
"You think I'm too stupid to
know that? Just because he wants more doesn't mean I'm going to give it
up."
"What do you mean I'm a shitty
roommate?"
She laughed at him. "You barely
say two words at a time to Matt or me. You're rude and standoffish."
She started struggling again. With
the way he held her, her breasts were pushed against his chest and they rubbed
back and forth with her movements. He could feel his body start to react.
"Matt told me to back off and leave you alone, so I did." He spit out
the words through gritted teeth.
Megan stopped struggling and looked
up at him, eyes wide. "Why would he do that?"
He thrust his now hard cock against
her belly. "You really don't know the answer to that question?"
Megan's eyes grew even wider, and he
couldn't be sure in the dim light, but he thought her cheeks went a little
pink. Who knew Megan could be made to blush? Her tongue darted out to wet her
lips, and it was all Chris could do not to groan. "Why would …? What …? I
don't understand."
In answer to her inarticulate
questions, Chris pulled her closer and crushed his mouth to hers. She stiffened
at first, but relaxed into him, opening for him when he began questing with his
tongue. Her lips were soft, and he could taste the beer from the party. He
wondered a little how much she'd had. She didn't seem drunk
When he pulled back, she was staring
up at him, looking a little dazed. He released her, letting her step back. She
brought a hand to her mouth, never taking her eyes from his. Her pupils were
dilated, her eyes hooded. He felt smug that he'd managed to take her from
pissed off to aroused with one kiss. Or maybe, like him, she'd already been
aroused from their fighting. He reached for her free hand. "Let's get out
of here."
When he pulled back, she was staring up at him, looking a little dazed. He released her, letting her step back. She brought a hand to her mouth, never taking her eyes from his. Her pupils were dilated, her eyes hooded. He felt smug that he'd managed to take her from pissed off to aroused with one kiss. Or maybe, like him, she'd already been aroused from their fighting. He reached for her free hand. "Let's get out of here."
Other
Books in the Series
A chance encounter at a party brings
Lance and Abby together. Lance just graduated and has a summer internship. His
parents expect him to come back to Texas to work in the family business at the
end of the summer. He likes to have fun and doesn't want to be tied down too
soon. Until he meets Abby. Abby still has two years left of college and a mom
who keeps her anchored near the town where she grew up. She is cautious in
relationships, not letting people close. But Lance's persistence wears down her
defenses. Knowing Lance is leaving, Abby tells herself it's just a summer
fling. Will that be enough to keep her from falling in love?
Meet the Author
Jerica MacMillan is a lifelong
reader and lover of romance. Nothing beats escaping into a book and
watching people fall in love, overcome obstacles, and find their happily ever
after. She was recently named a semi finalist in Harlequin’s So You Think
You Can Write 2015 contest.
Jerica is living her happily ever
after in North Idaho with her husband and two children. She spends her
days building with blocks, admiring preschooler artwork, and writing while her
baby naps in the sling. Join her Book Club at www.JericaMacMillan.com
and get a free book!
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