Excerpt: RoomHate, Penelope Ward.

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Excerpt

RoomHate Excerpt
Copyright © 2016 by Penelope Ward

My heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest. Watching this whole thing
unfold had made me totally lose sense of reality. I felt like I’d been experiencing
every movement, every feeling right along with him, except I wasn’t allowed to
come. It was as if I’d seriously lost my mind in the process. That was the only
thing that could possibly explain why my body decided to betray me, letting out an
involuntary sigh….moan? I wasn’t sure and couldn’t even tell you what it was
except to say whatever sound I made caused Justin to jump back. His head
whipped toward me, and his shocked eyes met mine for a brief second before I ran
back down the stairs.
Humiliated.
Mortified.
My heart felt like it was in my mouth. Escaping out the front door and down to the
water, I continued to run aimlessly on the sand. At one point, about a mile down
the beach, it became necessary to stop and catch my breath, even though I wanted
to keep running. I’d gotten so wrapped up in Justin that I’d forgotten how sick I
was this afternoon. It was all hitting me again as I stumbled over to the shoreline
and vomited into the ocean.
I collapsed into the sand and must have sat there for over an hour. The sun was
starting to go down, and the tide was coming in. It felt like everything was closing
in on me. I knew I couldn’t avoid going home forever.
What if he told Jade what I’d done?
That I was watching him.
Oh God.
He was going to crucify me for this.
What excuse could I possibly give him that would explain why I was hiding behind
his door, watching him ejaculate like it was a Fourth of July fireworks
performance?
I decided that I needed to get home before Jade did. Maybe I could convince him
not to say anything. Brushing the sand off my thighs, I made my way back over to
the house.
My heart nearly stopped upon finding Justin standing in the kitchen, drinking out
of a half­gallon of orange juice. I stood silently behind him and watched as he put
the container back.Justin turned around and finally noticed me standing there. His hair was wet,
making it appear brown instead of blonde. He must have taken a shower to wash
away the awkwardness of our encounter. Looking painfully handsome in a brown
distressed t­shirt that fit his chest like a glove, he just stared me down.
Here it comes.
I braced myself for his humiliating words. My heart was beating out of my chest as
he just continued to look at me blankly without saying anything. He slowly walked
toward me, and all of the muscles in my body tightened. He was going to get in my
face and do it.
Shit.

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Blurb

From New York Times Bestselling Author, Penelope Ward, comes a new
standalone novel.
Sharing a summer house with a hot­as­hell roommate should be a dream come true,
right?
Not when it’s Justin…the only person I’d ever loved…who now hates me.
When my grandmother died and left me half of the house on Aquidneck Island,
there was a catch: the other half would go to the boy she helped raise.
The same boy who turned into the teenager whose heart I broke years ago.
The same teenager who’s now a man with a hard body and a hardass personality to
match.

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RoomHate releases on February 15th!
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