Yours All Along
Roni Loren
June 16, 2015
Book
Blurb:
The new
Loving on the Edge romance from the New York Times bestselling author of Nothing Between Us turns on the heat between
two men who wonder how much they’re willing to risk in the name of love.
Four years
after an accident tore their friendship apart, Hunter and Devon are living
separate lives. Hunter is now the all-America hero—a congressman’s son and a
pro pitcher in Houston preparing to marry his beauty-queen girlfriend. Devon is
in Dallas running a new restaurant.
But when
Hunter unexpectedly shows up in Devon’s bar, Devon can’t turn him away. Damn it
if the man isn’t still gorgeous. But engaged? Hell no. All he’s doing for Devon
is bringing back memories of their college-roommate days, and the night their
relationship went too far. Turns out Hunter has never forgotten it either.
Now Devon
can’t help but be drawn in all over again by the only guy who’s ever gotten
close enough to break his heart. Maybe one more night together would be enough
for both of them to finally move on. Or maybe one night will change everything…
*Chapter
1 is posted on Roni’s site, feel free to check it out http://www.roniloren.com/yours-all-along
Hunter smirked, and they
trudged toward the frat house, the wind seeming to get harder and colder as
they walked. Where the hell did California get off having this kind of weather
anyway?
But the chill only got
marginally better when they slipped inside the front door of the house.
Hunter’s breath came out in a white puff. “What the fuck?”
Ames, one of the brothers
who’d run ahead of him, stepped out of the kitchen, coffee mug in hand. “Looks
like we weren’t the only ones pranking tonight. Heat’s been cut off and some
jerkoff threw all of our blankets and bedding into the pool.”
“What?”
Dev asked, looking up the staircase.
“Maintenance can’t get
out here until the morning. I’m heading over to my girlfriend’s apartment. You
might want to find a place to crash, too, or plan on sleeping in your coats
tonight.” He patted Dev on his way to the door. “Nice work tonight, gentlemen.”
Devon watched Ames go and
then both he and Hunter vaulted up the stairs to their room. When they pushed
open the door, they both cursed simultaneously.
“Motherfuck.”
“Son of a bitch.”
Devon’s bed had been
completely stripped down to the mattress, and a bag of ice from the local gas
station had been opened up and spread across it. A note pinned to the headboard
read, Sigmas wet the bed.
Hunter’s bed was stripped
as well, but apparently they’d run out of ice because instead of the full ice
bath, all of Hunter’s underwear were strewn across the bed, and baby powder had
been dumped all over them. His note read, Sigmas shit their
pants. Hunter stalked over and swept the laundry from his bed, sending a
powdery cloud wafting through the room. “Bastards.”
Devon coughed. “At least
your bed is mostly dry. And smells baby fresh.”
Hunter looked over at the
mess on Devon’s side of the room. “No shit. No way you can sleep on that. Let’s
get all of that off of yours so it can dry out. I’ve got extra blankets and
pillows in the closet. You can share my bed tonight.”
Devon lifted a brow.
“You’re not even going to buy me dinner first? What kind of boy do you think I
am?”
Hunter grabbed an ice
cube and chucked it at him. “Shut it, Easton. You’re lucky I’m not making you
sleep on the petri couch.”
Ugh, no way. Devon
shuddered at the thought of putting any exposed skin on the main couch
downstairs. Two decades of parties, hookups, and God knows what else on that
fabric. “Screw that. I think the floor in the bathroom is cleaner than that
couch. But seriously, you sure you’re okay with sharing a bed? I mean, if
you’re weirded out by that or you’re worried about what the other guys will
say, I’m not going to be offended. I can find somewhere to crash.”
“With one of your
on-again, off-again boyfriends?”
“No, I don’t have
boyfriends. Too much work. I have acquaintances who I occasionally do dirty
things with.”
Hunter sniffed. “No need
to go whore yourself out for a bed to sleep in. I’m fine. Just don’t steal my
covers, ’cause it’s fucking frigid in here.”
Hunter walked over to the
closet and dumped out a laundry bin, lined it with a garbage bag, and then
brought it over to Devon’s bed to start moving the ice into it. They worked in
silence for a while, just the clink of the ice hitting the plastic container
filling the room, but the quiet was anything but calm for Devon. He was going
to share a bed with Hunter. They’d roomed together for almost a year. Things
were comfortable. Good. Devon admired without crossing any lines. But it was
going to be fucking torture sharing that small bed with the warm, hard body of
the university’s favorite athlete.
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Author Bio:
Roni
wrote her first romance novel at age fifteen when she discovered writing about
boys was way easier than actually talking to them. Since then, her flirting
skills haven’t improved, but she likes to think her storytelling ability
has. Though she’ll forever be a New Orleans girl at heart, she now lives
in Dallas with her husband and son.
If she’s
not working on her latest sexy story, you can find her reading, watching reality
television, or indulging in her unhealthy addiction to rockstars, er, rock
concerts. Yeah, that's it. She is the National Bestselling Author of The
Loving on the Edge series from Berkley Heat.
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