Title: Confessions of a Bookaholic
Author: Joslyn Westbrook
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 16, 2020
Blurb
What happens when a book blogger accidentally publishes
her digital diary online?
her digital diary online?
A viral shitstorm, that's what.
No way did I want thousands of subscribers to read my
confessions—yet, that's precisely what went down last night after four too many
Cosmos with my girls.
confessions—yet, that's precisely what went down last night after four too many
Cosmos with my girls.
Now, Damage Control is my new middle name because my diary
confessional has my roommate, Lucas Stone, written all over it.
confessional has my roommate, Lucas Stone, written all over it.
Literally.
I've been in love with him forever—well, ever since I saw
him sprint across campus naked during our first year of college.
him sprint across campus naked during our first year of college.
And now that Lucas knows how I feel about him?
Well, things are destined to get awkward.
Because Lucas Stone, my BFF—the man who sleeps only one room
over—just got engaged.
over—just got engaged.
And his fiancée isn't me.
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Excerpt
Hey, I’m home. Can we talk?
Mr. Evasive’s text message lit up my cell shortly after 8
p.m., right as my head hit the pillow. Anytime before midnight would have
normally been considered too early of a bedtime for me. After-dark hours were
dedicated to online coursework, and since I had a sociology paper due, my ass
should have been sitting at our kitchen table, energy drink and carb-filled
snacks at the ready. Given the day’s events, however, sleep beckoned with a
demand for me to squeeze my eyes shut and dream the world’s biggest shitstorm
day away. Besides, in order to complete online assignments, I needed my stupid
laptop, and that dirty little accomplice to bloggergate had yet to be
found.
p.m., right as my head hit the pillow. Anytime before midnight would have
normally been considered too early of a bedtime for me. After-dark hours were
dedicated to online coursework, and since I had a sociology paper due, my ass
should have been sitting at our kitchen table, energy drink and carb-filled
snacks at the ready. Given the day’s events, however, sleep beckoned with a
demand for me to squeeze my eyes shut and dream the world’s biggest shitstorm
day away. Besides, in order to complete online assignments, I needed my stupid
laptop, and that dirty little accomplice to bloggergate had yet to be
found.
Grimacing, I eyed his tardy text, contemplating whether or
not to ignore it, just as I’d ignored the patter of his footsteps meandering
past my bedroom door when he arrived home twenty minutes earlier.
not to ignore it, just as I’d ignored the patter of his footsteps meandering
past my bedroom door when he arrived home twenty minutes earlier.
To be honest, I’d grown downright irritated with Lucas
Stone. I mean, what kind of a best friend allowed twelve hours to saunter by
before he finally responded to a text with some breezy, non-fucking-chalant
“Hey, I’m home. Can we talk?” bullshit?
Stone. I mean, what kind of a best friend allowed twelve hours to saunter by
before he finally responded to a text with some breezy, non-fucking-chalant
“Hey, I’m home. Can we talk?” bullshit?
Blood simmering, I fired off a quick reply.
Me: No.
Good one, right? One-hundred percent straight and to the
point.
point.
Text bubbles bounced on the screen, my heart thumping in
anticipation.
anticipation.
Lucas: Why not?
Seriously, dude?
Thumbs pounding the cracked screen, I keyed in my
response.
response.
Me: Because you’re a duck.
Seconds later, Lucas deployed an army of duck emojis to my
phone.
phone.
Ugh. I swear, autocorrect had a personal vendetta against
me.
me.
Me: DUCK! I meant to type, you’re a duck!
This time my smart-ass roombestie replied with a Donald Duck
GIF. There was no use trying to quell the snicker that slipped free; shit was
hilarious.
GIF. There was no use trying to quell the snicker that slipped free; shit was
hilarious.
Beats skedaddled by before another message came
through.
through.
Lucas: Hey, I’m sorry. I should’ve replied
to your text earlier, should’ve had the decency not to leave you hanging.
to your text earlier, should’ve had the decency not to leave you hanging.
Tears pricked my eyes, a fury of the day’s emotional roller
coaster coursing through me. He was trying to butter me up and, dammit, I hated
how easily it worked.
coaster coursing through me. He was trying to butter me up and, dammit, I hated
how easily it worked.
Me: Fine. Apology accepted. But I’m not quite
ready to talk.
ready to talk.
The half-truth set my belly ablaze. Part of me wanted to
talk, longed to get everything officially out in the open, evaporate the cloud
of awkwardness destined to linger over us forevermore.
talk, longed to get everything officially out in the open, evaporate the cloud
of awkwardness destined to linger over us forevermore.
Lucas: No talking. Just ice cream. I picked up a gallon
of our favorite from CreamWorks.
of our favorite from CreamWorks.
Me: Mocha Mania?
Lucas: You know it. Meet me in the kitchen in five? I
need to start a load of laundry first.
need to start a load of laundry first.
He knew I’d cave, clever to coax me with my favorite ice
cream as though I were Eve, unable to resist forbidden fruit.
cream as though I were Eve, unable to resist forbidden fruit.
Me: Okay, but you’re still a duck.
Of course, I typed duck instead of dick on purpose, knowing
damn well he’d have some smart-ass reply.
damn well he’d have some smart-ass reply.
Lucas: Quack, quack.
Jerk.
Author Bio
Wife. Mom. Foodie. Fashion Junkie. Rom-Com Lover.
Author of sexy rom-coms and feel-good contemporary romance, Joslyn Westbrook's
novels feature sweep-you-off-your-feet heroes and the sassy, classy, badassy
heroines who can't seem to breath without them. When she's not writing,
Joslyn can be found binge-watching Netflix, cooking, shopping, and spending
time with her husband and children at home in sunny California.
Author of sexy rom-coms and feel-good contemporary romance, Joslyn Westbrook's
novels feature sweep-you-off-your-feet heroes and the sassy, classy, badassy
heroines who can't seem to breath without them. When she's not writing,
Joslyn can be found binge-watching Netflix, cooking, shopping, and spending
time with her husband and children at home in sunny California.
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