A Hot Romantic Comedy - Releasing on May 15th, 2017

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I just wanted an easy summer job…

That didn’t happen. Now, I’m in a living nightmare as I work alongside this monster of a man with mesmerizing emerald eyes that look at me inappropriately every time I see him. To add insult to injury, he has a tan I just want to lick, and a butt worth drooling over every time he purposefully walks by me. But, he's an asshat, and looks are everything. I mean, aren't. LOOKS. ARE. NOT. EVERYTHING. Why do I have to keep reminding myself of this?

His job is to clean, cook, and tend to the house we work in. That's why I call him the manservant. Oh, and because it drives him nuts. That's what he gets for torturing me.

This is a story of little restraint, too much desire, questionable actions, no strength whatsoever, and the best sex I've ever had.

The question is: Do I fall for this crude manservant whose idea of a fun time is to tie people up and do obscene things, or do I give him a taste of his own medicine?

All I'm going to say is . . . Things get weird, then hot, then weird again, and—you get my drift.

Go ahead and laugh. It might not be so funny if it happened to you.

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One final exam left to go! Then I can forget about everything and spend the summer with my Andy. Our schedules haven’t allowed us to be together nearly enough this year, and I hope to make up for that over the break by spending most of our time in bed.

Since I’m two years behind Andy, it's been hard watching him get scooped up into the real world while I'm still living on campus, but he's here every weekend, and we talk a lot. Just one year to go, and then we can get an apartment together and finally be on the same life page.

“How did you do, girly?” Jade pops up behind me and wraps her arm around my neck as we make our way down the dorm hallway.

“Not too bad, but I felt like Professor Adams was staring at me the whole time I was taking my mass comm final. It was very distracting,” I tell her.

She shrugs her shoulders. “He totally wants to get in your pants. It could boost your final grade.” She squeezes me and shrieks, “One more day in this hell hole, and it’s summer vacation.”

“That’s gross. He’s like sixty or seventy. Plus, that mole on his cheek has two hairs growing out of it, and the dried boogers he always has in his nose . . . how does he not know they’re there?”

“Yeah, good point. Don’t let him near your pants. A better grade isn’t worth it for that,” Jade says. “Oh crap, before I forget, do you have that dress I lent you last week? Chip is taking me out for our sexiversary tonight.”

I laugh at the way she accentuates the sex part of their anniversary. Jade and Chip celebrate every milestone, no matter how small, or how large. “Ooh la la! Where are you going?” I ask, reaching into my back pocket for my room key.

“Probably a burger joint, but I still like to look nice. Plus, I don’t care if we just sit outside and do nothing. It’s Chip,” she says breathlessly. “I have no problem just staring at him all night. That’s normal, right?”

“You have it so bad for him, Jade. Please shoot me if I ever end up like you,” I jest.

“Oh pa-lease, you and Andy are totally heading down the same path. He like totally worships the ground you walk on, and the air you breathe—all that crapola.”

“You think so?” I ask with a small smile, wondering whether I truly am following in Jade's footsteps. It's never been my thing to fall head over heels for someone the way Jade has, but Andy does have a particular charm to him. Plus, it's been a year, and we're in love and already talking about future plans. So, maybe she is right. “He’s good to me. I think I lucked out there.”

“See, you thought all hotties were assholes. I told you that wasn’t the case,” she reminds me.

“I was wrong,” I lament. “Feel better?”

Jade pats herself on the back. “I do feel better, as a matter of fact. Thanks.”

“Andy’s here packing up my stuff so we can take off right after my final tomorrow. He’ll be happy to see you,” I tell her.

“Oh, I didn’t know he was here,” Jade chirps. “Let me at the tough guy. He needs a Jade hug.”“Maybe I should warn him first.” I laugh with a raised brow because it takes a certain type of person to handle Jade's eccentricity. “Take a deep breath first and calm down, so you don't startle him.” Andy calls her Crazy Jade, but I've kept that to myself.

I unlock my dorm room and push it open. “Andy, look who’s here to see you,” I announce while pulling my key out of the lock.

As I turn toward my side of the room, my heart does that thing where it beats twice at one time instead of beating at its normal rhythm, right before it sinks to the bottom of my stomach, and suddenly I want to vomit.

Andy is here, but he’s definitely not helping me pack. He’s in the middle of my three-hundred-dollar Pottery Barn comforter, butt naked, in the company of not one, but two naked girls. He has his face buried in one girl’s crotch, and his cock in the other. As I focus on the horrifying scene, I know it will be burned in my mind forever. It’s Lara and Kari from next door—with Andy—on my bed, on my comforter that cost me a whole month’s salary. There’s a naked ass on my pillow, and two sets of breasts furiously bouncing in the air. I feel totally disgusted and violated.

Not one of them heard the door open, or my voice as I announced my entrance. They must be having a really good time.

Jade walks in beside me, and I shove the door closed, causing a loud thud. In response to the sound, body parts begin to fly and untangle as the three of them sit up, all with looks of utter shock. Are they actually shocked to be caught having sex on my bed?  Did not one of them consider that I might get out of my exam a few minutes early and catch them? Oh my God? How long has this been going on?

“I can explain,” Andy says.

Explain? I take a few steps forward, feeling bewildered, hurt, and raging mad. “Explain what? How Lara’s crotch fell on top of your mouth, and your cock fell into Kari? Is that the story?” I’m not sure how I’m even holding myself together right now and forming understandable words, but I never expected to see a threesome—especially on my bed with my boyfriend and two friends from next door. “You’re such a fucking douche bag,” I yell. “And you two skanks . . . I thought we were friends. Kari, I held your ratty hair last week while you vomited in a bush on the quad. What the hell are you doing?”

“Oh man, she's totally going to kill all of you,” Jade mumbles to them as she twirls her hair around the back of her ear.

“I’m so, so sorry, Julia,” Lara says.

“Sorry? Out. Everyone out.” I feel the sobs creeping up my throat, so I grab what’s closest to me, which happens to be a keyboard. I tear it from the computer and throw it at them, missing all three.

“Jules, you know you have a bad throwing arm. That’s not going to work,” Jade whispers in my ear.

I take my phone out of my back pocket and snap a picture of the horrifying scene on my pretty comforter. “You’re right, Jade. It’s better to post this picture on Instagram later, so everyone knows how slutty these three are.”

“Guys aren’t usually called sluts,” Jade whispers again.

“Shh,” I tell her.

“Please,” Lara begs. “I’m up for a scholarship next year for the community service projects I’ve done this semester. This will ruin my chances.”

I laugh. “Fuck you.”

“Babe, let’s talk this through,” Andy says, standing up from the bed in his full glory. He quickly moves across the room and grabs my arm, pulls me in to him, and presses his lips to my forehead. “I love you. I was just—”

“You were just testing out the skanks from next door instead of helping me pack?”


“Get the hell off of me,” I seethe, trying to push him away. His grip is tight, and it’s pissing me off even more than I already am.

As I try to squirm away, he tightens his hold. “Please, Julia.”

Fine. So be it. I knee the asshole so hard in his exposed balls that he flops to the ground like a jellyfish, moaning in pain. “Don’t worry; your little pecker problem never did much for me anyway.” I snap one more picture to make one of those cute collages, then take Jade by the arm to leave. “I told you all hot guys were assholes,” I remind her as we walk out the door.

“Only the hot guys you seem to find, sweetie.”

“Fuck all hot guys. No, wait. I will never fuck another one again.”

“You just handled that so well. I could never do what you just did,” Jade tells me.

I learned long ago that it's either tears or anger—weakness or strength. I've been gutted before, and I know anger is the best way to deal with the pain draining from the core of my heart. “Don't be fooled to think I'm okay,” I tell her. “I don't ever want to date again. I’m swearing off all guys, especially hot guys.”

“Oh—uh, okay well, let’s just get out of here for a few minutes, so you don’t say anything else you’re going to regret,” Jade says, trying to pacify me at this life-altering moment.

“It's true, Jade. I will never make this mistake again.” Three men, all too into themselves to care even just a little bit about someone else—me. Andy, though, he’s the icing on the cake made of douchebags, and this heartache I'm about to go through will be enough to last me a lifetime.