Title: Dating Roulette
Author: D. Kelly
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: July 9, 2019
Blurb
Bexley
Seven Dates.
Seven chances to win my heart.
It’s not hard –
Don’t put ketchup on your eggs.
Don’t wear tasseled loafers.
For the love of all that’s Holy, don’t ogle the waitress.
See? Simple…
Yet no one can get it right.
Tristan
Dating Roulette.
It’s Bexley’s game.
Correction - it’s
her life.
her life.
A constant rotation of dates.
You might get one; you might get seven.
No one has ever gotten to eight.
There’s only one rule –
Don’t commit a dating sin.
I’ve watched for years and bided my time.
Now, it’s my turn to play.
And I play to win.
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Excerpt
She pulls
her feet away, tucking them beneath her, and props an arm on the back of the
couch. After brushing a wayward curl from my forehead, she meets my eyes again.
“What is going on in your head tonight? Talk to me, Tris.”
her feet away, tucking them beneath her, and props an arm on the back of the
couch. After brushing a wayward curl from my forehead, she meets my eyes again.
“What is going on in your head tonight? Talk to me, Tris.”
“I’m
trying.”
trying.”
“Start with
telling me why you made me promise not to date without talking to you first.”
telling me why you made me promise not to date without talking to you first.”
Reaching
forward, I caress her cheek, and she leans into my touch. “Date me next.”
forward, I caress her cheek, and she leans into my touch. “Date me next.”
I use the
tone she calls the commanding one, and her eyes dilate. Fuck . . . it really
does turn her on. How did I never notice that?
tone she calls the commanding one, and her eyes dilate. Fuck . . . it really
does turn her on. How did I never notice that?
“Tristan,
that’s a really bad idea.”
that’s a really bad idea.”
“Why?”
“Why? For
starters, you’re my best friend.”
starters, you’re my best friend.”
“Exactly.”
I weave my fingers into her hair, and she moves closer to me. “If it doesn’t
work, we’ll be fine, I promise. I won’t let this get in the way of our
friendship.”
I weave my fingers into her hair, and she moves closer to me. “If it doesn’t
work, we’ll be fine, I promise. I won’t let this get in the way of our
friendship.”
“You say
that now but—”
that now but—”
I bring my
finger to her lips to silence her. “No buts; we’ve been through so much
already. We can handle seven dates.”
finger to her lips to silence her. “No buts; we’ve been through so much
already. We can handle seven dates.”
“You’re
assuming you’ll make it to the seventh date.” As I smile, she gasps. “That’s
why you made me promise.”
assuming you’ll make it to the seventh date.” As I smile, she gasps. “That’s
why you made me promise.”
I’m about
to lay all my cards on the table. “Yes. Bexley, I want my chance to win your
heart.”
to lay all my cards on the table. “Yes. Bexley, I want my chance to win your
heart.”
Her eyes
close for a long moment, but my hand is still at the base of her neck, my
fingers entwined in her curls. “I’m scared, Tris. What if you do something
that’s a deal breaker?”
close for a long moment, but my hand is still at the base of her neck, my
fingers entwined in her curls. “I’m scared, Tris. What if you do something
that’s a deal breaker?”
“That’s
always a possibility, but if I do it in the first six dates, you have to let it
go. If I do it on the seventh, well, that’s a risk I’m willing to take, I
suppose. Either way, nothing is going to come between us. Nothing.”
always a possibility, but if I do it in the first six dates, you have to let it
go. If I do it on the seventh, well, that’s a risk I’m willing to take, I
suppose. Either way, nothing is going to come between us. Nothing.”
The air
snaps between us. This has become a defining moment in our relationship, but
it’s one I think, deep down, we both knew was inevitable.
snaps between us. This has become a defining moment in our relationship, but
it’s one I think, deep down, we both knew was inevitable.
“Would
tonight count as our first date?” She still hasn’t opened her eyes.
tonight count as our first date?” She still hasn’t opened her eyes.
“That
depends. Do you kiss on your first dates?”
depends. Do you kiss on your first dates?”
Her eyes
finally snap open, and I’m met with a lust-filled gaze. Damn, I’ve never seen
this look on her, but now I don’t ever want to see her without it. “Sometimes,
I do.”
finally snap open, and I’m met with a lust-filled gaze. Damn, I’ve never seen
this look on her, but now I don’t ever want to see her without it. “Sometimes,
I do.”
“Well, if
you want a kiss good night, then we can count this as our first date.
Otherwise, tomorrow can be our first date.”
you want a kiss good night, then we can count this as our first date.
Otherwise, tomorrow can be our first date.”
The rise
and fall of her chest becomes noticeable as her breathing intensifies. She
squirms, and I realize she’s turned on. Part of me wants her to say no, this
isn’t our first date, because I’d love for it to be special to her. But another
part of me wants to take her mouth with mine and kiss her until morning.
and fall of her chest becomes noticeable as her breathing intensifies. She
squirms, and I realize she’s turned on. Part of me wants her to say no, this
isn’t our first date, because I’d love for it to be special to her. But another
part of me wants to take her mouth with mine and kiss her until morning.
“Are you a
good kisser?” she whispers, inching even closer to me. Bexley watches intently
as I lick my lips ever so slightly, moistening what I want to give her.
good kisser?” she whispers, inching even closer to me. Bexley watches intently
as I lick my lips ever so slightly, moistening what I want to give her.
“I’ve never
had any complaints, but there’s always a first time for everything.” I cup the
back of her neck and pull her closer to me—so close, she’s only a whisper from
my lips. “It’s your call. What do you want to do?”
had any complaints, but there’s always a first time for everything.” I cup the
back of her neck and pull her closer to me—so close, she’s only a whisper from
my lips. “It’s your call. What do you want to do?”
She moves
forward and presses her lips tentatively against mine. In the course of every
relationship, there is a make-or-break moment, and this one is ours—I feel it
to my core as her apricot scent envelops me. I’m a lost cause.
forward and presses her lips tentatively against mine. In the course of every
relationship, there is a make-or-break moment, and this one is ours—I feel it
to my core as her apricot scent envelops me. I’m a lost cause.
“First date
it is,” I whisper against them before wrapping my free arm around her waist and
pulling her even closer.
it is,” I whisper against them before wrapping my free arm around her waist and
pulling her even closer.
Author Bio
D. Kelly, author of The Acceptance Series, The Illusion Series, and standalone companion novels Chasing Cassidy and Sharing Rylee, was born and raised in Southern California. She’s a wife, mom, dog lover, taxi, problem fixer, and extreme multi-tasker. She married her high school sweetheart and is her kids’ biggest fan.
Kelly has been writing since she was young and took joy in spinning stories to her childhood friends. Margaritas and sarcasm make her smile, she loves the beach but hates the sand, and she believes Starbucks makes any day better.
A contemporary romance writer, D. Kelly’s stories revolve around friendship and the bond it creates, strengthening the love of the people who share it. For all things D. Kelly, you can visit her website: http://www.dkellyauthor.com
Kelly has been writing since she was young and took joy in spinning stories to her childhood friends. Margaritas and sarcasm make her smile, she loves the beach but hates the sand, and she believes Starbucks makes any day better.
A contemporary romance writer, D. Kelly’s stories revolve around friendship and the bond it creates, strengthening the love of the people who share it. For all things D. Kelly, you can visit her website: http://www.dkellyauthor.com
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