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Title: THE EDGE OF REASON
Author: J. Saman
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About The Edge of Reason:
I have a certain set of rules I try to live by. Rules that have always served me well. Until now…Rule one: Don’t have sex with someone you work with.
Rule two: Don’t have sex with your friend’s ex-boyfriend.
Rule three: Don’t have sex with your best friend who also happens to be the same ex-boyfriend of your friend.
Rule four: Don’t ever, under any circumstances, fall in love with your best friend.
I guess it’s safe to say, I officially broke all four of my rules.
Doctor Andrew Albright. Sexy, arrogant, insanely gorgeous, and eternally off-limits.
Not only is he still in love with my friend, his ex, but he’s my rock. My perfect best friend.
The one person I cannot lose under any circumstances.
Especially when my life has a habit of falling apart on a regular basis.
But one mercy kiss later, to save me from an awkward situation, and suddenly everything changes. He flirts relentlessly. Corners me in dark hallways. Throws me panty-melting stares that render me helpless.
I crossed the uncrossable line. Broke every damn rule.
Now our perfect friendship is falling apart.
And he’s doing everything he can to keep it that way…
THE EDGE OF REASON is a funny, sexy, and emotional best friends to lovers, STANDALONE romance.
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Excerpt – Copyright J. Saman 2019
“You
don’t really think I look like him, do you?” He holds up the card, facing me as
if I’m meant to compare the two of them side by side.
“You
don’t not look like him.”
Drew
chuckles, rubbing his jaw and smiling like he’s got me all figured out. I just
bet he does. “You’re blushing, freckles.”
“It’s
from the wine. And the bath,” I tack on. “Hey, do you want to watch that
documentary I mentioned to you the other day?”
“Come
sit with me and tell me all about how this lie came to be.” He pats my couch
with his open palm to a heavy beat, and my heart thunders along with it. “It’s
because you think I’m hot, right? You think I’m hot and you didn’t want anyone
to know about your deep-seated, overwhelming attraction for me.” He’s mocking
me now and enjoying the hell out of making me squirm.
I
snort, then scoff, rolling my eyes as I pour him more wine. “Overinflated ego,
party of one.”
I
set the now empty bottle on the table and Drew grabs my hand, tugging me down,
half onto him and half onto the couch, so I’m at a somewhat odd angle. He grabs
my chin and lifts my face up to his before his hand drops, wrapping around my
lower back. My breath hitches.
“You’re
not going to tell me, are you?” he asks, searching my eyes, and from this
distance, I’m assaulted with visions of our kiss only a few short weeks ago.
Maybe a couple of dirty add-ons thrown in. “You don’t have to. I just pretty
much guessed why you did it. Didn’t I?”
“You
do have similar hair to him.”
His
crooked grin turns into a full smile, complete with white teeth and sparkling
gray eyes that see right through me.
“I
think you’re hot too, freckles.” That would have been a great line except for
the use of my nickname. Freckles and hot don’t quite fit together. It makes it
sound like he’s teasing me again, and I can’t help my frown followed by the
twinge of embarrassment and self-loathing. Yes, haha, you just figured out poor
pathetic Margot. Aren’t you clever?
At
least he didn’t push it beyond the hot thing. He didn’t ask, hey, do you have a
secret crush on me you’ve harbored for years? Because if he did, then I’d blush
for sure.
We
stare into each other from mere inches away and I wonder if either of us is
going to address what’s been happening between us over the last few weeks. How
we’ve been way more touchy-feely than we ever were before. How we’re spending
more time together, if you can wrap your head around that truth, than ever
before. He watches me and I watch him and we play it off like we’re not
actually doing that.
Because
we’re Drew and Margot.
I’m
too young and he’s too serious. He loves another woman and I’m incapable of
being with a man without it crashing down in a pit of flames. We work together
and are the perfect best friends.
Because
in reality, we could never work together. If you know what I mean.
That’s
how our dance goes.
But
that doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed the change. Haven’t felt it, even though
I’m treating it and him like a deadly virus. Because if he breaks down my resistance
and infiltrates my immune system, he’ll kill me dead.
There
is no surviving Drew. Not for me. Not for the girl he affectionately calls
freckles and best friend.
His
eyes dip to my lips, his sweet breath fanning across them like a dare. “You
are,” he whispers, the mood shifting drastically from playful and teasing to
tension-filled and smoldering. I can practically taste it. Feel the hum of it
vibrate between us. “Hot. Beautiful. Sexy.”
That
last one sends a jolt of lust-filled adrenaline surging through my blood
straight to my core. I need to bring this back into safer territory. Ask him if
I look like his brothers or something lame, but I can’t make the words come
out. Probably because my gaze is bouncing back and forth between his lips and
eyes like a racquetball, unable to decide where it would rather stay.
“Do
you ever think about it?” he asks, his voice so light it floats over me. “Our
kiss.”
“Yes,”
I answer honestly.
He’s
fearless with me. How can he be so fearless when all I feel is afraid?
“Me
too,” he hums, inching in even closer. “Margot?” he questions, his voice tight,
strained.
That
question, my name on his lips, is everything. The line in the sand. The divide
between sense and chaos. It’s the edge of reason.
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