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Wednesday, March 4, 2020

Check Out This Stunner: Cover & Excerpt Reveal Of The Roommate by Rosie Danan




Happy Hump Day, friends!

I have two treats for all of you guys today on the blog, courtesy of 2020 debut author, Rosie Danan and Berkley Romance. I'm so thrilled to help Rosie with a reveal of her upcoming title, The Roommate. If you were to ask me what the one book releasing this year that I am the most excited for, I'd yell at you for asking me to choose first, but I would eventually tell you The Roommate. I've low-key been stalking the author, Goodreads, and EW for any kind of update about the book. It sounds like a unique and sexy romance that I desperately need in my life.


So, why am I this excited for The Roommate????

✨ROOMMATE ROMANCE, duh! Cue the angsty and steamy moments as these two pine for each other!
✨It's an opposites-attract type romance with an awkward socialite and her hunky roommate!
✨It normalizes the sex industry - it's time that we get more romance books with a porn star characters!
✨Clara is ready to take down the patriarchy and Josh is there to be by her side - YES, we stan men who are feminists!
✨KISSING
✨IT JUST SOUNDS REALLY SEXY AND REALLY GOOD AND I NEED IT IN MY EYE-BALLS, OK??

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Now that I've blabbered on and on and made this post all about myself (lol), let's take a look at this cover, shall we???

FEAST YOUR EYES ON THE PRETTY PINK! 

THE ROOMMATE

by Rosie Danan
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Adult
Publisher: Berkley Romance
Publication Date: September 15th 2020
Amazon - The Book Depository - IndieBound

House Rules:
Do your own dishes
Knock before entering the bathroom
Never look up your roommate online

The Wheatons are infamous among the east coast elite for their lack of impulse control, except for their daughter Clara. She’s the consummate socialite: over-achieving, well-mannered, predictable. But every Wheaton has their weakness. When Clara’s childhood crush invites her to move cross-country, the offer is too much to resist. Unfortunately, it’s also too good to be true.

After a bait-and-switch, Clara finds herself sharing a lease with a charming stranger. Josh might be a bit too perceptive—not to mention handsome—for comfort, but there’s a good chance he and Clara could have survived sharing a summer sublet if she hadn’t looked him up on the Internet… 

Once she learns how Josh has made a name for himself, Clara realizes living with him might make her the Wheaton’s most scandalous story yet. His professional prowess inspires her to take tackling the stigma against female desire into her own hands. They may not agree on much, but Josh and Clara both believe women deserve better sex. What they decide to do about it will change both of their lives, and if they’re lucky, they’ll help everyone else get lucky too.


 Don't you desperately want to read the book now too?

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Do you want a sneak-peek at The Roommate?
I've got just the teaser excerpt for you! 

Excerpt of The Roommate
© Rosie Danan

Do not Google your porn star roommate. No good can come of it.

Clara repeated the mantra every time the quiet of the empty house gave her dangerous ideas.
The knowledge that Josh starred in explicit videos had infected her brain. A contagion with only one cure.

No matter how hard she tried to distract herself, or how many “concentrate” playlists she made, her mind kept floating back to Josh and his great big . . . occupation.

Josh in a skimpy pizza delivery uniform. Josh as a sexy mailman with an extra-large package. The endless possibilities tormented her. She knew porn came in all shapes and sizes. Which kind of videos did Josh make? She could hardly have peppered Jill for details. Porn wasn’t exactly the type of topic one could comfortably discuss with a family member, even an up until recently estranged one, at length.

But despite her overactive imagination, she couldn’t imagine a man that playful as sexy enough to sell.

She supposed Josh did have his moments.

Having dedicated most of her adult life to a field of academia favored by introverts, Clara knew a lot of men who shied away from eye contact. The guys in her doctoral program at Columbia could stare at a painting of a wild orgy for hours but only managed to talk to her left ear at the bar afterward.
Josh didn’t suffer from any such aversion. Holding his stare for too long made her dizzy. Did nature or nurture make him electric?

Even with all the windows open to tempt any trace of cross breeze, and the lights off, she couldn’t get cool. Her bedroom was worse. A blistering inferno without the benefit of a ceiling fan. Everett had neglected to mention the house’s lack of air conditioning when he offered her free rent. She’d changed into an old cotton nightgown that evoked comforting memories of wistfully journaling in her girlhood bedroom, even if it didn’t quite fit her the same way it had when she was twelve.
She stared at the ceiling and tried to blow a long strand of damp hair off her forehead. Clara mentally recited the reasons that finding out any more information about Josh’s professional prowess would ruin her life.

One, seeing him naked would make it impossible for her to ever speak to him again without spasming into a tornado of awkwardness. Which meant by extension, she could no longer ask him to reach things off the top shelf of the kitchen cabinets. She’d already stored several bottles of expensive shampoo up there.

Two, she might see something completely reprehensible, forcing her to confront him on the basis of her feminist morals. Those types of interventions had high price tags in terms of both time and energy.

Three, what if he had a weird penis? She supposed he probably didn’t, otherwise they likely wouldn’t have cast him. Did they have some kind of checklist for porn-ready genitalia?
Her mind crept back to unbidden curiosity, shunning all ideas of alternate entertainment, food, or sleep.

Fine. A quick, cursory search. In and out.

Like his penis.

Oh lord.

Josh had left a note on the fridge. Dinner meeting after work. Home late.

It was only seven. Plenty of time for a quick information-gathering session. By the time her roommate returned, she’d have slaked her curiosity and put on some sleep shorts.

Clara swung her legs off the sofa and padded across the carpet on bare feet, unconsciously tiptoeing. She grabbed her trusty laptop from its resting place on her desk and carried it back to the living room.
Imagining herself as a secret agent, hunting for information in enemy territory with bated breath, she flopped back down stomach-first on the sofa and tucked one ankle behind the other. Opening a private browsing window, she typed in Josh Darling.

Pretending her mission served a higher purpose, like perhaps defending national security, made it easier to click on the first link she found, an article about how Josh stood out among the fabric of the porn industry.

Is Josh Darling evolving porn? In an industry that famously caters to the male gaze, Darling has quietly stolen scenes for almost two years with his signature smolder and his reputation for prioritizing his female co-star’s pleasure. Unlike mainstream media portrayals of female desire, Josh Darling is not afraid to get up close and personal with the clitoris. Industry insiders clamor to work with him, and audiences will do the (increasingly) unthinkable to watch him: pay.

His boy-next-door looks may appear unassuming, but his magnetism defies definition, especially when he plays opposite his fiery on-again-off-again girlfriend, Naomi Grant. Executives for Black Hat Studios, who hold Darling’s exclusive contract, widely credit the smokestack duo with bringing in female audiences across age groups. While Miss Grant’s long-limbed grace rivets, to watch Josh Darling perform is to witness a master perfecting his craft. In the age of lukewarm hookups and rampant dick pics, Darling gives women a reason to believe sex is still worth getting out of bed.

Clara couldn’t help that the article linked to a video.

Her fingers tingled against the keyboard, and her heartbeat kicked up like a sprinter before a race. How sad was it that just thinking about watching this content was more exciting than the past six months of her sex life?

For God’s sake, woman, it’s just a little porn.

With a quick glance behind her at the closed front door, she hit play.

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Let's just say that I'm already head over heels in love with Josh! 😍😍

Don't forget to add The Roommate to your Goodreads TBR if it sounds like your kind of book.

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What do you think of the cover? Are you looking forward to reading The Roommate?Let me know in the comments below!