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TITLE: Rouse Me
SERIES: Rouse Me
SERIES PLACEMENT: #1
AUTHOR: Crystal Kaswell
AGE GROUP: New Adult
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
RELEASE DATE: August 4, 2014
PUBLISHER: Self- Published
FORMAT: eBook
PAGES: Approx. 239

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BOOK BLURB:
Alyssa Summers is not the kind of girl who cheats. Sure, she isn't in love with her fiancé, Ryan Knight, but she has no use for silly ideas like love or passion. She needs someone who can keep her from destroying herself. She needs Ryan. She's sure of it.

Then she meets Luke Lawrence.

He's handsome. And he's bold—he thinks nothing of flirting with her in front of Ryan. And he's smart, and articulate, and interested in what she has to say.

But she should be able to stop thinking about him.

So what if his big, brown eyes light up when he smiles? So what if his laugh completely disarms her? So what if his touch-- even his fingertips grazing her back-- makes her body hum?

She shouldn't feel so tempted. She shouldn't feel so desperate to know him. Luke is Ryan's business partner, for God's sake. She should be able to resist him.

But she can't. She wants Luke more than she's ever wanted anything.

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EXCERPT

“Want me to put a word in with Ryan about your audition?”
“He'll kill you if he finds out you're flirting with me.”
“Miss Summers, that's an awfully serious allegation,” he says, his smile wide.
“Uh-huh.”
“Besides, you're flirting back.”
I try to come back with some reasonable excuse, a claim that I am not flirting, that I am not interested, that I would never, ever, ever do anything to hurt Ryan. But all I can do is sadly restate the facts: “I'm engaged.”
“I'm well aware of that,” he says, eyeing my bare ring finger. “We're only friends.”
“Do you flirt with all your friends?” I ask.
“No,” he says. “Only the friends who correct my grammar.”
“And besides, you're a good guy. You wouldn't pursue an engaged woman.”
“What gave you the idea that I'm a good guy?” he asks.
“Would you?” I ask.
“Hypothetically?”
“Hypothetically.”
“It would depend on the woman. How much I liked her. How much...Well, I don't want to make you uncomfortable,” he says.
“Try me.”
“Are you sure? You are engaged, after all?”
I roll my eyes. “I can handle it.”
“It would depend on how much I want to make her come,” he says.
My eyes go wide. My heart pounds. My breathing stops. I try to formulate a response. Something to remind him I am engaged, that I am not the kind of girl who cheats on her fiancé. Something to convince him I don't want him to make me come, that I don't want his hands or mouth or cock anywhere near my body.
But all I say is, “Oh.”
“Don't worry, Alyssa. When I want to fuck you, I'll ask nicely.”
When. He said when. Not if. When. When he wants to fuck me. So he will, but he doesn't want to yet, or he isn't ready yet, or he doesn't think I'll say yes yet.
Of course I won't say yes.
I am engaged.
And I love Ryan.
Don't I?
Excerpt 6
“Don't you think it would be a good idea to talk to someone about whether or not you can handle going back to work?”
“I thought that was your decision,” I say.
“Alyssa.”
“I need to answer by Friday,” I say, and I pull the covers over my head.
“Go to bed,” Ryan says, “you'll feel better in the morning.”
He kisses me on the forehead, turns the lights off, and closes the door behind him.
I stare out the window, at the rolling ocean, the black sky, the bright stars. I try to sleep, but I am too anxious, too wound up. I remind myself that Ryan has my best interests at heart. He is only trying to help me. He is only trying to protect me.
I remind myself that I love Ryan, that we are engaged, and that I am not supposed to think about another man.
But, when Luke touched me, Jesus, I've never felt anything like that. And it was only his fingers brushing against my thigh. It was only his hands on my waist. It was only innocent.
Why did it have to be so innocent?
What if it wasn't only my waist, or my arm, or my thigh? What if his hands were under my clothes? What if his hands were on my chest, or on my ass, or between my thighs? What if his body was pressed up against mine? What if his lips were pressed against mine? What if his cock...
I slip my hand between my thighs and finish my thought.

About the Author...

Crystal Kaswell is the author of Rouse Me, coming August 2014. She is a voracious reader, typically consuming books in only two or three days. When not reading or writing, she is typically playing board games, drinking tea, or riding her beach cruiser around Los Angeles.

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