Today we have the cover reveal for Rash Decisions by Alex Rosa! Check out the gorgeous cover for this new contemporary romance and grab preorder your copy before it releases February 7th!
Rash
Decisions
Alex
Rosa
Release Day: February 7th
Genre: Contemporary
romance
Julia Ferris had it all. A
loving a boyfriend, a glamorous city, and a high paying job. What more could a
girl want? She’d ask you, “What if all those things weren’t what you
wanted … ever?”
Julia’s life has always
been defined by everyone around her, but one day she makes the rash decision to
finally live life for herself, and it all starts with a pair of shoes. Now
it becomes her only guide.
From new jobs, to new
boys, and a life in a big city she was never prepared for, she can at least
admit one thing now:
It’s all exactly what she
wants … kind of.
TROY DILLINGER
If sexual
tension were tangible, I think it would spark electric blue, and right now it
would be visibly igniting between me and Julia.
I’ve come to
the conclusion that being alone with Julia is dangerous in the best way.
She perches
her hands on her knees, leaning into her arms as she lets out a quiet sigh,
getting closer to me. Her eyes just as entranced as mine.
Her breath
smells overly sweet, beckoning me, and I can’t tell if I’m making it all up in
my head. I lick my lips just in case.
I wonder how
much time I have before we arrive at her building or mine. I’m not ready for
the night to end, not now, not that I have her to myself.
However, I’m
not going to be able to contain myself if she keeps egging me on like this.
She’s been
toying with me all night.
“Are you
going to kiss me, Troy?”
My heart
leaps into my throat. At this point, I’m highly considering I’m way more buzzed
than I previously thought. I rub my thumbs and fingertips together, aching to
touch her but in limbo with myself.
“Excuse me?”
She releases
a sexy, frustrated breath of air, and then turns to the look out the window.
“Never mind.”
What?
“Julia.”
She whips
her head to look at me. Catching her in my stare, she runs a nervous hand
through her long hair. This time I clench my fists. It’s as if her buzz is
fighting her nerves too.
“Troy,” she
retorts.
Everything
is always a damn game. I try to get a grip, and pick my confidence back up off
the floor.
“Do you want
me to kiss you?” I ask.
Her teeth
come down on that plump bottom lip, but her eyes squint as they examine my face
among the passing shadows of the street lamps.
Shocking me,
as if distracted by something she leans in close, and I hold my breath when her
slender hand comes up to my face. Her fingertips graze over my chin, sliding
over the skin below my lips. She’s so close and the whole change in direction
throws me.
“You’re
really dangerous, you know that?” she says.
I’m
intrigued. If she’s fishing for something, she’s most definitely going to catch
something.
I know this
is the booze talking, and I’m right there with her. I know wrong from right,
but I don’t care.
“Don’t you
think I should be telling you that? Sometimes I wish you could go back to doing
things I despise so I can hate you again.”
She smiles.
It’s her hum that follows that feels goading.
With
everything and nothing to lose all at once, I throw caution to the wind.
I lean in
just that little bit. My body is hungry, but the slow press of my lips to hers
is so much more than lustful determination. Even I’m a bit shocked by it, but
the sensual calm doesn’t last for long.
Her humid
gasp against my mouth causes my blood to ignite at my lips, like catching a
wick of dynamite, and I swear it burns a trail right into my core, exploding
and rocketing outward. That is when I lose control.
Her mouth
acclimates to mine quickly and I smile against her lips as a similar hunger
reveals itself through every lapping stroke. Her hands tangle themselves into
my hair, anchoring my lips to hers, allowing my own to slide down to her
delicate hips, my nails digging into the thin fabric.
I want her.
All of her.
I pull her
toward me, our bodies curving around each other.
Her lips are
softer than I imagined and she tastes of sweet champagne and sin.
She takes my
bottom lip, sucking on it as her fingertips trail down my neck, and smooth over
my shoulders.
I can’t
contain my groan. Kissing her feels like winning the lottery.
I move to
kiss a trail up her delicate jaw. She throws her head back, giving me full
access to her beautiful skin. I nibble on her earlobe before dragging my tongue
and peppering kisses over her neck, while my hand slides down to the smooth
skin of her thighs. How often have I daydreamed of doing just this? Her soft
moan has my heart working in overdrive.
Nothing else
matters. Only her. Only this dammed forbidden moment.
My dick hardens
inside my pants, aching for her.
There’s a
moment when the car slows and our eyes flicker open, pausing. She’s nearly in
my lap, and I won’t let her go.
In the
patchy darkness we both notice we’ve arrived at my building first.
Our rushed
breathes collide with each other as my lips brush lightly over hers, begging
for more.
“Are you
coming or going, Julia?”
There I said
it, and I still won’t let her go. One hand is still firmly on her hip, aching
for the skin beneath her dress, and the other inching slowly back up her thigh.
My hands reflexively refuse to give up, but I’m giving her an out. She has
every right to take it.
She doesn’t take a second to think, or maybe she does. I can’t tell if
her decision is a thoughtful one as she replies, “Coming.”
Alex Rosa lives in San
Diego, California. When she isn't scouring city parks or cafe's to write she is
more than likely trying to convince her friends to join her on her next
adventure. A sufferer of wanderlust, she is always looking for a new mountain
to climb, a canyon to hike, or a plane to board. Her resume consists of
coroner, to working at a zoo, and most recently as an executive assistant, but
finds her home amongst words, whether it be in books, or in film. Her
obsessions are on the brink of bizarre, but that's just the way she likes it.
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