Title: WITHHOLDING NOTHING
Author: Victoria Bright
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Withholding Nothing:The girl code “Chicks before d*cks” should include that no friend can steal another friend’s boyfriend—or marry them.
When Ashton Carter's "good idea at the time" revenge plan lands her in hot water, she never expected to see her ex again—especially in court. A few thousand dollars in damages later, she snags a job as a phone sex operator and seeks out a roommate to help fund her "stay out of jail" expenses. Having a roommate should’ve been helpful—except when they turn out to be the hot, yet douchebag mechanic working on her car.
When Ashton learns that her new roommate has been the sexy phone sex caller, lines begin to blur between real life and fantasy. It was supposed to be a no-strings-attached situation; neither of them were ready for love again. When a surprise visit from an ex shakes their forming foundation with an ultimatum, Ashton is forced to face the truth of her feelings and make a choice. With her budding relationship and livelihood at stake, Ashton has to untangle the lines of reality and fantasy in a last ditch effort to protect her heart.
Exclusive Excerpt:His sweatpants from earlier were replaced by a pair of dark blue, deliciously fitting blue jeans and a snug grey, deep V-neck shirt. Jesus. The man was absolutely gorgeous. His shirt fit as if it were body paint, molding the muscles in his chest and shoulders. His pants encased his strong thighs, which slightly flexed as he turned in different angles to show me his outfit.
“Don’t drown yourself in drool, girl. I’m not too familiar with CPR,” he joked, his hazel eyes twinkling in amusement.
I blinked and focused my gaze on his smug expression. Even though I did think he looked damn good, he’d never know about it, the cocky bastard.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I scoffed, plucking a few more grapes from the bag.
He chuckled. “Hey, I can read body language, baby. You got that ‘fuck me’ stare going on.”
“First, I’m not your baby. Second, as fucking if,” I said, bringing my eyes to the bag of grapes. I wouldn’t necessarily say I wanted him to fuck me, but…the thought wasn’t too far off.
“Seriously though, what do you think? Too casual for a bar? Not casual enough? Too tight looking?”
I snorted. “Oh, it’s tight enough.”
“So too tight?”
“Eh, it’s fine.”
“Fine?” He groaned. “Fine isn’t good enough. Now I need to go change.” He turned and headed toward his room.
“God, and I thought I was a diva,” I teased. He turned and looked at me, a slight frown settling on his full lips.
“What’s wrong with wanting to look good, Satan?”
“Nothing. I just didn’t take you to be the particular type,” I replied with a smirk.
“Well, I like to look good, especially when going to places for the first time.”
“Fair enough,” I replied. “Then it looks good, Mr. Diva.”
He grinned. “Like sexy good or ‘it’s fine’ good?” he asked, ignoring the nickname I gave him.
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be so obvious in fishing for compliments.”
“Just a simple question.”
“Fine. Sexy good. Now go away.”
His grin turned into a full smile. “So you think I’m sexy then?”
I scowled. Of course he’d try to twist the meaning of my words. “Your outfit, yes. You? Still questionable.” Though it wasn’t questionable. We both knew he looked good, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
He tsked and shook his head. “You’re ice cold, A.”
“Glad we established that early,” I said and turned back to my grapes.
He smirked. “Anyway, not sure when I’ll be back, so do you have a house key or something I can use? I don’t want to wake you,” he said.
“Oh shit. I knew I forgot something,” I muttered mostly to myself. “You can borrow mine and I’ll get you one made tomorrow.”
“Sounds legit, Satan.”
“You got it, Satan.”
About Victoria:Victoria Bright is from a small town in North Carolina and currently resides in Greenville, South Carolina. You can usually find her hoarding bottles of Cool Blue Gatorade, playing The Sims when not writing, or obsessing over Camaros.
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