Well, this date snuck up very quickly!

Coming 8th February.

Still only $2.99, will go to $4.99 on release.

https://books2read.com/BestShot

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Excerpt:-

When I returned to the room, I found my apparent almost-namesake kneeling near my things. His body was turned toward the door but his gaze was focused entirely on my suitcase. It was hard to ignore the wide V of his legs and the bulge pressed against the thin material between them. One of his hands was outstretched, reaching out as if to touch the cup of the bra lying on top of the pile of clothes in my suitcase.

“What are you doing?” I pushed the door shut with my foot before charging over to him and slapping his hand away.

“Trying to figure out what the hell a satin bra is doing in my room,” he fired back in an accent I didn’t instantly recognize until I recalled Ellie’s mention of him coming from Australia. He turned to face me, his turquoise eyes blazing with . . . something. There was a darkness in his irises that echoed some deep hurt that lingered within him. It left me with an ache in my chest and made me want to reach out and comfort him even though I didn’t understand that desire.

I took a moment to breathe and calm myself down. Although his wandering hands and anger irritated me, I figured it would be better to try to befriend him rather than cause more problems. The time would certainly be less painful if we weren’t at odds with one another. Even after we were no longer roommates, we’d still be campmates for the foreseeable future and that would be easier on friendly terms. “It seems there’s been a bit of a mix-up.”

“You’re fucking right there has been. But you’re going to take your things and piss off now, aren’t you?”

I blinked at him. “Excuse me?”

He took a step toward me, his hands were fists at his side and with our closer proximity I could see the red that rimmed his eyes, not to mention the faint black bags underneath.

Tilting my head to one side, I assessed him. There was something about him I couldn’t put my finger on. An undercurrent that screamed of danger, but something more as well. Despite his closed fists, I didn’t actually feel threatened by him.

“This is my room,” he said through clenched teeth, “and I was told, no I was guaranteed, I would be on my own.”

“Look, I’m no happier about the situation than you are, but there’s been a screw-up they’re trying to sort out. Until that happens, I’m afraid we’re stuck with each other.”

“No.”

My brows furrowed. “What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“I mean no. I’m not sharing my room. Especially not with a yank.”

“A yank?” I echoed the word in disbelief.

“Yeah, you know, an American. God, are you a fucking idiot as well as an interloper?”

The guy had an attitude I didn’t understand. Most people I knew would kill to be at the camp, particularly as a junior counselor. So many families paid a fortune to send their kids to be trained by the best of the best in the sports camp, so to be paid to attend was a dream come true. At least it was for me.

Before I could respond, not that I knew exactly what I wanted to say, there was a knock on the door. I took it as the perfect excuse to end the conversation.

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Enjoy!

Michelle