Lies
Unspoken (Flawed Love #1)
Excerpt
Reveal
by
Lisa
De Jong
Release
date 14th December 2014
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RELEASE DATE: December 14th, 2014
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When
the rustling continues, I throw my covers off and roll out of bed. My
bare feet pad against the cool hardwood floors as I make my way into
the living room. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I focus in on a
shirtless Blake standing in front of the stove with his strong back
to me. His body is sculpted. Wide shoulders. Waist tapering in at
just the right angle … there’s probably not a pinch of fat on the
guy.
I
quietly walk up behind him, tapping my finger on his shoulder. “We
need to talk.”
He
spins around, his arm brushing against mine. His hair is mussed—a
look he wears well … too well, as much as I hate to admit it.
“I
only made enough eggs for me.” He smirks, and two stupid dimples
form. He’s cute—stupidly so.
“I’m
a cereal kind of girl,” I say, crossing my arms.
His
smile widens. “Fruit Loops or Captain Crunch? I’m guessing you
like the ones with the cute little cartoon characters on the front of
the box.”
“Wheaties.
I prefer to stare at a sexy athlete while eating my breakfast.” I
stop, moving my hands to my hips. “Look, can we make a rule? No
loud noises until at least nine. Some of us need our beauty sleep.”
His
brow lifts. “Now that you mention it, your eyes are a little dark
and puffy. It’s nothing a little make-up won’t fix.”
“You’re
an asshole!”
He
laughs, nibbling on a piece of egg at the end of his spatula. “That’s
nothing I haven’t heard before.”
“Are
you done? Because I’d really like to crawl back into my nice warm
bed.”
He
looks back to the stove. “Yep, breakfast is served.”
“Good.
I’m going back to bed.”
I
start to walk away, but his voice stops me. “Hey, Lila?” He says
my name with extra emphasis on the second syllable—in a way I
haven’t heard it before. I turn around, taking in his dark, hooded
eyes. “If you’re going to walk around looking like that every
morning, I might be okay with this roommate thing.”
Looking
down, I’m suddenly reminded that all I have on is a sleep shirt
that reads: “I don’t hate morning people. Mornings have nothing
to do with it.” It barely covers my ass, and the wide neck falls
off my shoulder. It’s certainly not something I’d want to be
caught in by him.
“Definitely
an asshole,” I groan as I hurry to my room and slam the door shut
behind me.
I
tried hard not to fall for the bad guy.
My
new roommate, Blake, is a jerk—an unemployed artist with a chip on
his shoulder. I can’t stand him unless his hands are on me. He
makes me desperate for him, and everything he makes me feel.
And
then there’s my new boss, Pierce--successful, charming, and
extremely good-looking. He goes after what he wants, but what does he
see in me?
I
try to stay away, but I end up in the arms of exactly who I was
hiding from. And when I find out what’s being hidden from me, my
heart twists in ways it never should.
I
thought I knew him.
I
didn't.
The
way he kissed me.
The
way his hands traveled every inch of my skin.
I
thought it meant something, but as it turns out, it was all lies
unspoken.
Lisa
De Jong is a wife, mother and full-time number cruncher who lives in
the Midwest. Her writing journey involved insane amounts of coffee
and many nights of very little sleep but she wouldn't change a thing.
She also enjoys reading, football and music.
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