THE ROOMMATE PROBLEM
by Mariah Ankenman Mile High Happiness, #3 Publication Date: August 10, 2020 Genres: Entangled: Lovestruck, Contemporary Romance, Enemies to Lovers
SYNOPSIS
To Moira “Mo” Rossi, the world is full of sunshine, goodness, and happily ever afters—so of course she figures finding the perfect roomie will be easy. But after four creepos who ask if benefits come with the room and one woman who claims she’s a vampire, Mo is officially desperate. So what if the guy she agrees to on paper ends up being the Derrick Downer to her Sally Sunshine in person? She’s the queen of making lemonade.
August Porter expected his new roommate Mo to be like him—neat, practical, and oh yeah: male. Not the outrageous hippie with more stars in her eyes than there are in the sky. She’s infuriating, exasperating, his exact opposite in every possible way…and the bright ray of sunshine he didn’t even realize his gray world was missing. Suddenly, falling into bed with his roommate isn’t the worst idea he’s ever heard. Just falling in love with her is.
But one of them is keeping a secret that could turn their opposite attraction into utter disaster.
Each book in the Mile High Happiness series is STANDALONE:
*The Best Friend Problem *The Best Man Problem *The Roommate Problem
EXCERPT
“We’re
not friends; we’re temporary roommates.”
Her
smile slipped. She wouldn’t lie to herself, that stung a little, but she
brushed away the tiny hurt his words caused. This wasn’t about her feelings. It
was about making sure August felt at home in the city. It could be a bit
overwhelming to someone who hadn’t lived here before.
“Ouch, August. Way to knock a girl down when
she’s only trying to be helpful.”
She
meant it as a joke, but judging by his slight wince, he must have realized his
little barb was a direct hit. He ran a hand over his messy red hair. The ends
were long enough for Mo to realize they had a bit of curl to them. For a moment
she wondered if he ever grew his hair out and if so did those fiery strands
turn into wavy locks or tight corkscrews.
She
shook her head, dispelling the image. She did not need to be fantasizing about
her roommate. Even if it was something as innocent as what he looked like with
long hair. Didn’t matter anyway. August didn’t seem the type to let his hair
grow out. He probably had a haircut scheduled every six weeks until the day he
died.
“Okay,”
he said.
“Okay?”
He
huffed out a defeated breath. “Okay, fine, I’ll go out. You win.”
“Yay!
My favorite two words ever.”
She
bounced up and down on her knees, causing the couch cushion to dip, tilting her
in August’s direction. Her hands flew out to brace herself so she didn’t face
plant in her new roommate’s lap, but unfortunately the only place for her hands
to go were directly on August’s hard, muscled thighs.
Electricity
shot from her fingertips all the way down to her toes the instant her hands
made contact with the rough fabric of his jeans. But it wasn’t a reaction to
the fabric. Mo knew it was the man himself. Sure, logically she knew starting
anything with her stuffy, crabby roomie was the very worst of ideas. But try
telling that to her raging hormones that took one look at the deliciously tall
redhead and thought, yummy!
She
felt his muscles tense under her hands. When she glanced up, shock hit her
square in the gut. Was that a hint of…heat she saw in those hazel eyes? Mo
wasn’t born yesterday. She knew her petite frame and blond hair with the wild
colors attracted a certain type. She’d had her fair share of vulgar comments
from men about her body. Her looks were a privilege most days and a problem at
times, but she never thought August, with his straight shirt, boring view of
life would be attracted to the chaotic aesthetic that Mo embraced.
He
cleared his throat, grabbing her wrist in a firm but gentle grip, removing her
hands from his legs. August stood, taking a giant step back from the couch as
he focused on a spot on the wall above her head.
“I’ll
just go grab my coat and we can head out, but I’m driving.”
“You
don’t even know where we’re going.”
“You
can direct me.” Under his breath he said, “I’d like to get there in one piece.”
Now
she definitely saw the hint of a smile curl the corner of his lips. She
squinted at him with a mock scowl. “Why, August, was that a comment on my
driving skills?”
“Oh
no.” He shook his head. “I’m not saying anything. Gran always taught me never
to comment on a woman’s age, size, or abilities behind the wheel. I’m simply
giving you a chance to relax while I keep us saf— drive us around town.”
Laughing,
she nodded. “Okay, you can drive.”
August
may be a grump, but she was coming to discover the man had a wicked sharp sense
of humor, if not a little on the sarcastic side.
She
liked it.
ABOUT MARIAH ANKENMAN
Bestselling author Mariah Ankenman lives in the beautiful Rocky Mountains with her two rambunctious daughters and loving husband who provides ample inspiration for her heart-stopping heroes. Her books have been nominated for the prestigious RWA Golden Heart® and CRW Stiletto awards. Whether she’s writing hometown heroes or sexy supernaturals, Mariah loves to lose herself in a world of words. Her favorite thing about writing is when she can make someone’s day a little brighter with one of her books.
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