SERIES (& Book #) – Book 1 in the Twisted Series
AUTHOR – Christa Simpson
GENRE – New Adult Romance
PUBLICATION DATE – February 27, 2013
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 314 pages / 99,000 words
PUBLISHER – Black Widow Publishing
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Edwin Santora’s eyes were on me the second our solid wood door clunked shut. After kicking off my shoes and giving a silent wave to my brooding, shirtless roommate, I rushed directly upstairs taking two steps at a time.
Within seconds, Edwin was flying up the stairs behind me, all brawn and pride. He stalked me down the hall, his large agile physique a shadow of stealth.
No matter how smooth Edwin thought he was, I could always sense when he was lurking around.
I disappeared into the bathroom, ignoring his approach, heart still racing, cheeks flushed with a healthy glow. It had been way too long and it was time for me to move on with my life. The days of Edwin and I were over and I had finally faced that fact. For that reason, I trusted my matchmaking to an eager co-worker. What else could I do? I didn’t seem to have any luck finding myself a man.
Edwin filled the doorframe with his imposing shoulders. “Where are you going all dolled up like that?”
I should have slammed the door shut behind me while I had the chance. The last thing I needed now was Edwin giving me a hard time. It had been months since my last date and let’s just say that it’s not possible for this one to go any worse than that one had.
After carefully touching up my mascara in the mirror, I twirled around to face him, my glossy, brown hair fanning out behind me. “I got a date!” I smiled from honest excitement, but I really didn’t have time to chat about it.
“Who is he?” Edwin pried.
“You don’t know him.”
Edwin’s chest flexed under my warm gaze, his abs held tight, sculpted from stone. Oh, I love watching him sweat. He narrowed his aqua eyes in response to my devious smile. Then, as if on cue, the doorbell rang.
I made my way to the bathroom door, but Edwin boxed me out with his hip and took off ahead of me. He hurried down the hall with swift, powerful strides, every muscle in his body twitching with adrenaline. There was no point in trying to fight him for the front door. He had me beat.
“Do you think you could put on a shirt, Eddie? Please?”
Edwin shuffled down the stairs and ignored my request. “I’ll get it,” he hollered. He was all too eager to answer the door and his mischievous grin gave away his greedy intentions.
“Edwin, be good!” I warned, stopping at the top of the open staircase.
“What? I’m always good.” He flashed me a sly smile and raised his dark arched eyebrows.
I knew it meant trouble, as the butterflies danced nervously in my tummy. Edwin had better not blow this one too. He had a tendency of scaring away my dates. It was getting old. I clung to the wooden post, hoping the poor guy would pass the test.
Edwin opened the front door ever so slightly and started in on his usual act, deliberately blocking my view. Bastard. Then he cracked the door open a little farther, teasing, his generous back still in the way.
He folded his bulging arms over his impressive chest and stared down at my date with eyes dark and voice low. “Can I help you?” he asked firmly, acting all macho.
I nearly burst out laughing and had to hide the smile on my face to show that I was not amused. Even if I was.
“Is this the home of Abigail Jenkins?” the poor guy asked, hesitantly.
“Yes,” Edwin answered, but he didn’t invite him in.
“Edwin!” I warned, scowling at his back. I’d had enough. As I started down the stairs to intervene, I struggled to interpret their mumbling. It was time that I took things into my own hands.
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