Genre: Erotic Romance

Blurb:

Cora Kegan's day doesn't end well, and she finds herself fired from her waitressing job. When she returns home, she learns that her roommate ate the last drumstick, which makes her day even worse. Who doesn't like to drown their sorrows with ice cream?

Especially when that sorrow includes still having the hots for your ex-boyfriend, who just so happens to be your roommate...

What kind of trouble does she find when she visits a strip club to get his attention?

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Excerpt:

Cora Kegan stopped in front of their turquoise-coloured couch where Jason Powell, her roommate, was lounging and placed her hands on her hips. "Did you eat the last drumstick again?" she asked. There was only one left yesterday, and she hadn't even had her share yet.

He popped the remaining fragment in his mouth and shook his head, his gray eyes sparkling. "A dog ate it."

"And I suppose that's why you have chocolate on your face, dumbass." After a long hard day at work, she'd been looking forward to the tasty ice cream treat. Leaning over, she grabbed the yellow starfish pillow off the back of the couch and whacked him with it.

"Hey, I'm unarmed," he complained before seeking one for himself. Picking up the matching starfish beside him, he hit her shoulder, hard. She lost her balance and stubbed her toe on the edge of the coffee table, falling into the coral-coloured recliner. Cora screeched as the chair came dangerously close to tipping over backwards.

"How rude," she said, throwing her pillow his way. He knocked it out of the air easily and then settled back into his previous position, this time putting his hands behind his head and his feet up on the wooden coffee table.

"You hit me first," he reminded her.

"You ate my drumstick," she huffed, as she ran a hand through her fiery red curls, which danced like flames in a fire, changing to a deeper red color as it flowed off her shoulders. Her fingers got stuck near a knot. Gah! She must look horrible. When she had gotten home, not even ten minutes ago, she'd marched directly to the freezer, without even so much as checking her appearance. Not that it really mattered. Only Jason was here, and he didn't give two hoots what she looked like.

He'd seen her at her worst, like when she was drugged up in the hospital after getting her appendix out and he didn't bat an eyelash. Just for once, she wanted him to look at her the way he used to back when they were in 9th grade and had dated for a brief time. He had taken her to the Junior High graduation dance. His parents even bought him this fancy black suit, which made his bleach-blond hair stand out. Her stomach had been overtaken by butterflies.

But after watching Heather and Jared, two close friends of theirs, have a brutal breakup that same night, which tore their group apart with everyone having to pick sides, the two of them decided that they were too young to get serious and didn't want to ruin their friendship. At the time, Cora didn't want to end up on opposite ends of the friend spectrum, like the other two did. It would have broken her heart.

Not to mention, their parents wouldn't let them be in the same room alone if they were dating, and heck, she didn't want her parents overhearing every single detail of their conversations. Not that they were spicy or anything, but a girl did need her privacy.

She was so glad when she turned 19 and was able to move out. Jason already had his own place and had gotten himself into a pickle with his last roommate, who happened to be his girlfriend. The girl left him high and dry. Apparently, she didn't like Cora being around, always accusing him of cheating. So after that, he let her move in. He said if she was going to be a kink in his dating plans, she might as well stay there, too. And she was more than happy to get out from under her parents' thumb.

"Was the day that bad?" Jason asked, breaking her out of her reverie.

"I slipped on some food that a customer spilled and landed on my ass, sailed right across the floor just as Ray stepped out of the kitchen. I hit him like he was a bowling pin."

Jason burst out laughing. "Did you at least get points for a strike?"

When she turned a glare his way, he pulled his lips inward and appeared to try to fight back another round of laughter, but failed miserably as he wrapped his arms around his abdomen, unable to contain himself. It made her want to hit him with a pillow again, but she never won those battles.

Brushing her hair from her eyes, she let out a noisy breath. "I sure did. It comes in the form of a final paycheck.

That took the smirk right off Jason's face. "Oh, hun, I'm sorry."

"I sure hope bad things don't come in threes," she said, resting her head back against the chair.

"Well, you still have the second one to go through first."

"Have you forgotten that you ate my drumstick?" she complained.

"Oh, right! But think of it this way, less calories for you, right?"

That jab burned in her gut, and she jumped to her feet. "Are you telling me I'm fat?" She knew she wasn't a toothpick and couldn't eat everything she wanted, but drumsticks were her one vice...even if she had to go to the gym regularly to work it off. "I'm going to bed."

"Wait..."

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*Published by Black Velvet Seductions*

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