I will be posting a review soon for this book. But today I have an excerpt for Looking for Love by Ashelyn Drake.
Curvy hips grind against mine in tune with the music. This girl knows how to move. I lean in so my lips brush her ear lobe. “Want to take this back to my room?” I whisper and then pull away to see her response. Instead, a hand grabs my forearm and I hear Mindy’s voice.
“Babe, there you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.” Mindy smiles sweetly, as if she isn’t the worst wingman on the face of the planet, pulling this “Babe” bullshit to scare away a sure thing.
“What are you doing?” I ask her between gritted teeth.
“Sorry,” Mindy says to the girl, who has now stopped pressing her tight body against mine and is allowing the entire basement of Ace’s frat house to see the mega-sized boner I’m sporting. “But we really need to get going.” Before I can protest, Mindy loops her arm through mine and pulls me away.
“Did you really just cock block me?” I ask her, not trying to mask my annoyance.
“You’ll thank me later.”
“My blue balls beg to differ.” We head up the stairs, and I eye the girls who are on their way down to the party with plastic cups in hand. I smile at them, which earns me dirty looks in response, because of course they assume Mindy is my girlfriend.
“Oh whatever,” Mindy says. “You’ll take a cold shower and get over it. That girl was disgusting, Mike. You deserve better.”
The warm spring air hits my face as we walk outside. “Shouldn’t you be out with Ben?” I haven’t seen Mindy much lately, not since she and Ben became inseparable. I give her credit for bagging a younger man. Though I’m not sure how things can work out for them since he’s only a freshman and she’s graduating in less than a month. But since she hasn’t whined about it to me, I’m assuming she has a plan.
“He went home for the weekend, so it’s just you and me for two days.”
Great. Two days of Mindy lecturing me about relationships and why meaningless sex is a bad thing. “Must be my lucky day.”
She squeezes my arm. “Trust me, you’ll be happy to have me as your wingman once I find you a nice girl.”
“Nice? How about hot, sexy, and ready for anything?”
She shoves me toward her car. “Get in before I question why I bother being your best friend.”
I open the passenger door but don’t get in. Instead I lean on the door and meet her eyes. “Because you secretly love me but know it would never work between us, and the mere thought of losing me is too much for you to bear. So you settle for being my best friend because it’s the most you can hope for.” (more…)