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Roommate Wanted (Sharing Space #1)
Roommate Wanted (Sharing Space #1)
Roommate Wanted (Sharing Space #1)
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Sharing Space is a six-part serialized contemporary romance. Each book is a short, sexy, and fun read with a cliffhanger that will leave you wanting more. A new book will be available every 2 weeks.

It’s official: Chloe Brooks is having the worst week ever. Her roommate has just moved out with no notice, leaving Chloe little time to find a replacement. The pressure is on at work as she vies for a big promotion. And she just caught her boyfriend in bed with another woman. She doesn’t need any more complications, but that’s exactly what Chloe gets when Patrick Murphy shows up on her doorstep.

Life is good for Patrick Murphy. He has an agent who can help kickstart his acting career. His relationship with his best friends has never been tighter. And he’s saved up enough money to finally move into the city. Now if he can just find a place to live...

There are many reasons why they shouldn’t be together: They’re both focusing on their careers, Chloe is coming out of a nasty breakup, and is it ever a good idea to date your roommate?

Roommate Wanted is the first book in the Sharing Space series, a contemporary romance about an interracial couple who ignore all the reasons why they shouldn’t be together to focus on the one reason they should: love.

Each volume is a quick, fun, and sexy read with a new volume available every 2 weeks.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherNina Perez
Release dateFeb 20, 2014
ISBN9781311780485
Roommate Wanted (Sharing Space #1)
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Nina Perez

Nina Perez is the author ofThe Twin Prophecies: RebirthBlog It Out, BitchThe Sharing Space SeriesThe Twin Prophecies: Origins (March 2014)Lily in the Middle (Summer 2014)She is also the founder of Blog It Out, Bitch and Project Fandom, a site filled with the latest in pop culture from a geek’s point of view.During the day she serves as a Social Media Community Manager for an online outdoor retailer. By night, she writes, watches a lot of British TV, and spends quality time with her two MacBook Pros, iPhone, and iPad 2.She enjoys tabletop gaming, video games, smexy novels, crime novels, and anything science fiction. From Brooklyn, New York, she now resides in Portland, Oregon with her husband and two children.She may also be slightly addicted to Apple products, Benedict Cumberbatch, Doctor Who, Game of Thrones, and Idris Elba.

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    Roommate Wanted (Sharing Space #1) - Nina Perez

    Roommate Wanted – Sharing Space #1

    by

    Nina Perez

    Roommate Wanted (Sharing Space #1)

    Copyright © 2013 Nina Perez

    Published by JK Press at Smashwords

    Table of Contents

    Chapter One: What You Get For Chicken Noodle Soup & Good Intentions

    Chapter Two: Mixed Bag

    Chapter Three: Sexist Much?

    Chapter Four: Sistah Gurls

    Chapter Five: Putting Your Best Foot Forward In Your Mouth

    Chapter Six: Ground Rules

    Chapter Seven: Crossing the Line

    Chapter One

    What You Get For Chicken Noodle Soup and Good Intentions

    Chloe

    What am I going to do with all this soup?

    That was the first thought that leapt into my head upon finding my boyfriend of eight months in bed with another woman.

    What am I going to do with all this soup?

    I suppose I could have reacted as if I were in a soap opera and flung the door open, my lower lip trembling, and asked, What is the meaning of this? What's going on here? From the moaning, groaning, and absence of clothing, it was obvious what was going on.

    As Myra calls it, I could have gotten a little ghetto on him. Oh no you didn’t! Reminding Lawrence that I did grow up in Brooklyn and was capable of all kinds of shadiness: putting sugar in his gas tank, slashing his tires, and leaving dog poop in the mailbox.

    My first response should have been an indication of where my priorities were. Sure, I was upset that a man I thought to be true was now sweating and panting over another woman on a bedspread I’d purchased, but I was more concerned with who was going to eat the six-dollar bowl of soup I’d bought for him. I hated chicken noodle soup and I didn’t have money to waste. My credit card payment was not only due, it was late.

    It seemed my problems, like celebrity deaths, were rolling in threes. The cheating boyfriend was just the proverbial straw on my already-overburdened camel’s back, and before the maxed-out credit bill arrived there’d been the bombshell from my roommate. An aspiring actress, Grace had suddenly decided that Los Angeles was the place to be and left me with two weeks to find another roommate or come up with her half of the rent. So you can see where someone in my situation might be heartbroken, but also a little financially stressed over this betrayal.

    How about I swing by your office today and take you to lunch? That was me, earlier in the day, playing the role of the thoughtful girlfriend.

    Uh, nah babe, not today. I think I'm coming down with something. I’ll just stay home today and get some rest. That was Lawrence, coughing and sneezing, playing the role of the flu-ridden boyfriend.

    Taking my thoughtfulness a step further I decided to take a long lunch, pick up a large chicken noodle vegetable soup for my ailing man and a chunky chicken Caesar salad for myself, hop in a cab, and surprise Lawrence with lunch. I learned it was not the flu that had kept my man home from work that day. As I stood there with my surprise lunch and good intentions, Lawrence panted over a big-booty sister with a busty chest.

    Had the fool forgotten he'd given me a key?

    I fumed as I strode through the lobby of his building, head held high à la Angela Bassett in What's Love Got To Do With It. Of course, I did so minus the fierce white pant suit and busted face. I hailed another cab to take me back to my office and considered watching the movie that night. I thought it might be exactly what I needed to remind myself that I was a proud black woman who didn’t have to take mess from anybody—or, at the very least, remind myself that it could always be a lot worse.

    Coughing and sneezing my ass.

    ***

    No he didn't! exclaimed Myra Landon, slurping down a spoonful of soup.

    Myra and I were marketing assistants at Braxton and Lloyd Consulting Agency, and she was my best friend. Where I was tall and thin, she was short and thick with a behind to rival Serena Williams’. I wore my hair a little longer than shoulder length and Myra kept her unprocessed hair in a short cut. We were exact opposites in almost every way imaginable, yet she remained my girl. We'd seen each other through all kinds of drama. There were plenty of times when I had been the one yelling, No he didn't! Although, never while sucking down a bowl of soup that cost six bucks. Manhattan was too damn expensive.

    Yes, he did. I replied for the third time.

    I told you his ass was no good.

    I wanted so badly to tell her to shut up, to tell her she had told me no such thing, but I couldn't. She had, and she was right. Lawrence Baldwin was a marketing executive at a flash sales site for urban apparel. We met eight months ago when his company hired our firm to take over their social media advertising. Myra took one look at him and said he looked like he had the word playa stamped on his drawers. I’d thought so, too, but working lunches turned to dinners, turned to bona-fide dates, and I’d discovered a sensitive man under the handsome and confident exterior.

    Coughing and sneezing my ass.

    I stabbed at the salad from behind my desk. My boss, Lila Monroe, was in Australia for the whole week. Myra was the assistant to Mr. Hampton Lloyd himself, the Lloyd in Braxton & Lloyd—who also happened to be in Australia. Myra suspected that Lila and old Hamp were getting down down under. To that I’d naively replied, They're both married. Myra, having an answer for everything, said, So what? People cheat, that's what they do, holy vows or not. I didn't care if Lila and Hamp were doing the horizontal tango all over Australia with koala bears and kangaroos to boot. Lila being gone had lightened my workload and allowed me to focus on the other things I had going on—like my dwindling finances.

    This is turning into the week from hell. I dumped the rest of my salad in the trashcan.

    When does Grace leave? Myra asked.

    She left.

    What? Myra finished the last of the soup. I thought she was here till the end of the month.

    "That's what I thought too, but then she tells me she got an audition for General Hospital or some other soap and said she had to leave immediately."

    Shady.

    "Uh huh. Funny how with this last minute decision, she still managed to have all of her stuff packed and gone

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