Life just got a bit more complicated…
After a heartbreaking betrayal, Lexi Ferrell is determined to get far away from her small hometown. So when she scores a scholarship to a prestigious law school in Miami, she jumps at the chance to live right on South Beach. Sun, sand, and an endless stream of beautiful people: who could resist? But her apartment complex provides far more than she asked for…in the form of two yummy new neighbors.
Matt Eisler and Ben Santos are best friends. Nothing could tear them apart...or so they thought. But when Lexi enters their life, neither one can resist wanting to make her his own.
Torn between the hot surfer boy and his exotic Latino roommate, Lexi vows to stay away from them both. But as she soon discovers, Matt and Ben are impossible to resist. And they’ll take her any way they can get her…even if it’s together. Could the three of them ever make it work? Because now that she’s experienced one night of unforgettable passion, the last thing she could ever do is choose between the boys next door.
About The Author
Rosalie Lario is the award-winning, paranormal romance author of the Demons of Infernum and the Fallen Warriors series. Rosalie double majored in Anthropology and Classics as an undergraduate student, and briefly considered becoming an archaeologist before realizing they don’t actually live the life of Indiana Jones. So what was a classical geek armed with a lot of useless knowledge to do? Become a lawyer, of course!
After attending law school in Florida, she practiced real estate law for several years before finally admitting to herself that negotiating contracts wasn’t nearly as fun as dreaming up stories. She never imagined all the mythology she studied would one day make the perfect fodder for the paranormal romance stories she now dreams up!
When not writing, she enjoys spending time with her family in their home state of Florida
Excerpt
Matt turns to me and says, “Lexi, I want to talk about
what happened between us a few weeks ago.”
My body stiffens and I suck in a breath as he turns to
face me.
A slow smile transforms his features, and he reaches a
hand out to cup my cheek. “You’re so difficult to read sometimes.”
“I am?” This comes as a shock to me. Here I’ve been
terrified I was too easy to read.
He nods. “Sometimes I think you like me, that you’re
interested in being more than friends. But other times, I don’t know.”
“I …” Blinking, I admit, “I don’t know what I want.”
“That’s okay. I know what you went through with your
ex. I know how that probably affected you.” His eyes softens, and his voice
drops to a whisper. “I want you to know that I’m interested in you. Definitely
as more than friends.”
“I know,” I whisper back, then he’s there in front of
me. His mouth lowers to mine. I consider drawing back, but before I can figure
it out, his lips are on mine, soft and pliant. They coax my mouth open, and his
tongue slips inside.
Waves of erotic pleasure glide through my body, meeting
right at my hardening nipples and between my thighs. He deepens the kiss, and I
barely notice the bottle dropping from my hand to the sand. Caught up in the
kiss, I return to reality when he drops his own bottle and closes his hands
around my thighs, lifting me to straddle his hips. The thickness of his arousal
grazes that sensitive spot between my thighs through our clothes, and suddenly
I’m all too aware of what’s happening.
“No.” I tear away from him, almost collapsing as I drop
to the ground and stumble backward.
“What?” His expression is tortured. “What is it, Lexi?
You’re not a virgin, are you?”
“Huh?” A shocked laugh tumbles from my mouth. “N-no.”
Sighing, he rakes a hand through his hair. “Then what?”
My chest is tight and my stomach rumbles like I’m about
to throw up. I can’t keep doing this anymore. I can’t. “I … something happened
with Ben.”
Matt stops cold, his eyes going wide in disbelief.
“Ben? My roommate Ben?”
“Yes.” Shame spirals through me as I scrub my hands
across my face. ”We didn’t mean for anything to happen. It just did. And now
I’m so confused.”
He’s silent for a long time, so long I finally get the
nerve to look him in the eye. His brows are scrunched together, and he looks bewildered.
“Did you two sleep together?” he finally asks.
“No!” I start toward him, but stop once I realize what
I’m doing. “No, we didn’t. We kissed.”
And other things, but I’m not about to go into
specifics with him, that’s for sure.
He shakes his head. “When?”
“I-Islamorada. That night you crashed early.” Suddenly
cold, I wrap my arms around my waist. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to keep it
from you, but I didn’t know what to do.”
He glances over the ocean, scrubbing his hand through his
hair, then turns back with a sigh. “I don’t know what to say.”
His perplexed tone makes me want to cry. I could have
avoided all this had I been honest. Better yet, had I honored my vow to stay
away from boys this year. Instead, I’ve screwed it all up, and I’ve hurt a genuine
and sweet guy.
I hope I haven’t ruined a friendship as well. I know
firsthand what it’s like to lose a friend to betrayal. It sucks. I still miss
talking with Amy and hanging out with her. If my friendship with Matt and Ben
ends because of my stupid indecision, it will devastate me.
Oh shit, Ben is going to kill me when he finds out.
Suddenly, I have to get away. I have to flee.
“I’m so sorry, Matt.”
Turning on my heels, I race through the sand.
