Distractions, #1
by Bianca Dean
Publication Date:January 27, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Erotic Romance
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Synopsis
Red has been trying to move on with her life. She really has. Her first real relationship ended in disaster and she can’t muster the energy to leave the house. Her brother Brenden and their best friend, Gavin, are sick of it. Guilting her into a night out, Red reluctantly agrees only to see her ex having the time of his life with another girl. Small town living would have it no other way. On the verge of a full blown panic attack, Gavin steps in to provide Red the distraction she needs to forget all about her ex. But as things quickly spiral out of control, will Red be able to keep her feelings for her best friend a secret in order to save their friendship?
*This book contains sexual situations and explicit language. This is Book 1 of the Distractions Series.
EXCERPT
By some miracle, I managed to the bathroom without pissing all over myself or toppling
over. Trying to touch the least amount of the stall door as possible, I squeezed out of the stall and stopped in front of the mirror. As I washed my hands and swept my hair up, I felt someone staring at me. Looking at the reflection in the mirror, some girl was looking at me like she'd just seen a ghost. She looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place her.
"What?" I finally asked.
She pressed her lips together and rushed from the bathroom.
I finished playing with my hair and left the bathroom trying to figure out where I'd seen that girl. Out the corner of my eye, I could see Gavin motioning me back to the beer pong table. I started to walk towards him, when someone else grabbed my attention off to his left.
I froze.
It looked like the girl from the bathroom was talking to – no. I shook my head. It was just my mind playing tricks on me. It had to be my mind playing tricks on me, but that didn't stop my feet from propelling me forward. The closer I got; the more positive I was the alcohol was making me delirious.
I felt my stomach tighten when I caught a glimpse of the blonde from the bathroom. I watched as she stepped close to him. Close enough that her chest brushed his arm as she leaned in closer to whisper something in his ear. She was talking to Wilson.
Over the noise and the music, and the sound of pool balls clacking together, I couldn’t make out what she was saying. But, I followed her lips as they danced close to my ex’s ear. I watched as he turned to her, flashing her the smile I once thought was only for me. My eyes caught the movement of his full pink lips as they formed the words, fuck her. I couldn't hear anything else as my eyes were focused on Wilson's lips as they curved into another sultry smile.
He was here with another girl while I had been at home depressed and angry. Fuck me? Fuck me? I thought growing more and more agitated at the sight of that smile on the lips I used to kiss. I didn't realize my fists were clenched until my fingers started to ache.
The girl turned, and I caught sight of a small rose delicately tattooed on her chest. My breath left me. She was the one. She was the one I caught with Wilson in his bed.
I was furious Wilson would be interested in someone like her. She was petite with short blonde hair and big boobs. She was wearing a tight, low-cut shirt to show them off. She had on four-inch heels, which only brought the top of her head up to about my nose. She was every guy's fantasy, and she was the complete opposite of me.
Wearing a white wife-beater and my favorite pair of jeans, I looked like a bum compared to her. My long wavy brown hair was swept up into a messy bun. I don’t wear makeup. I don’t even try. She looked immaculate. I felt a pang of jealousy. I could see why Wilson would choose her over me.
Fuck me? I took a step forward. I didn't know what I was going to say, but that didn't matter. I was only ten steps away when I felt a rough hand tightly grab the back of my neck.
"Don't do it," Gavin whispered in my ear. His warm breath brought me back to reality. I could smell his cologne and aftershave, and it was distracting me from what I wanted to do. He always smelled like soap. Clean and fresh like fresh laundry blowing in a warm summer breeze. It was a smell that reminded me of my childhood. It reminded me of him. It reminded me of feelings I try to forget.
Shaking my head, I tried to take a step forward only to have Gavin snatch me back. I turned to tell him to let go of me, but the closeness of his face startled me. We'd only been this close one other time.
His eyes were focused on mine, and I could tell he was nowhere near as drunk as I was. But I wasn’t going to be distracted by him. I had shit to do.
"You'll thank me in the morning. Now is not the time for this." I had nothing to say, so I turned and looked back at Wilson and the blonde who hadn't noticed us yet.
"He’s here. At my bar. With some other girl,” I grunted as I threw my hand in their direction. “And you don't think I should say something? He’s moved on. Already. It’s only been eight fucking days!"
I could feel the tears starting to gather behind my eyes. I looked away from Gavin so he wouldn’t see. The last thing I needed was for him to see my cry again.
"As a guy, you need to trust me, it'll be better if you don't say anything at all. You don't make a scene, it means you don't care. You don't care, do you?" he asked as he turned my neck, so I was looking at him. "Do you?" he whispered harshly when I didn't say anything. With his six-foot-four frame hovering over me, it didn't feel like I had a choice.
"No," I said quietly. It was the truth. It wasn’t so much that Wilson had moved on, it was that he moved on without acknowledging that he hurt me. Without acting as if our breakup had hurt him. As if how I felt about everything was of insignificant consequence to him.
"What? I couldn't hear you," Gavin said as she shook me by the neck. His hand was still firmly clamped on my skin.
"No," I said quietly as I met his gaze. The feel of his skin pressed into mine was helping. It was reminding me that I didn’t need to make a fool out of myself for rushing Wilson and his girl. What would I do if I did?
"That's what I thought."
I looked back at Wilson and the blonde. They were standing closer together, his head dipping to meet her lips. That fucker was kissing that slut in my bar! My breathing quickened, and I was extremely aware of the possibility I was going to hyperventilate. Fuck everything I just said, I was going to kill them both.
"I thought you didn't care." I turned to Gavin, and he was wearing that stupid grin again. I watched as something caught Gavin's attention over my head. He nodded in acknowledgment.
I tried to turn around to see what he was looking at, but his fingers gripped my skin more tightly. Panic began shooting through my body as I felt his left hand sneak up the right side of my body. Honestly, the last time he and I were this close, it had disastrous results. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights, and I tried not to move. I could feel the warmth of his hand heating my skin through my shirt as it slowly crept higher and higher. Gavin's paw landed on my side right below my breast.
What? White-hot panic shot through me. This definitely isn't best friend behavior.
"What the hell are you doing?" My voice cracked as Gavin licked his lips. His cocky smile never faltered.
"Distracting you," he said as his hand slid higher to massage the heavy weight of my breast. I was too surprised to moan in pleasure as the flat of his hand teased my nipple. His fingers released my neck and snaked up into my hair and cradled my head as the thumb on his other hand ran lazy circles around my nipple. My heart beat into my throat while my head swam.
"Is it working?"
"Is what working?" I leaned closer to him hoping to get more of my painfully hard nipple into his hand.
"The distraction."
~My Review~ 4 Stars ****
I Was Provided A ARC In Exchange For A Honest Review
A great story of walking the line between friendship and something so much more.
Isabella "Red" is moving on from a terrible relationship. She was humiliated and left by a cheating boyfriend. Needing to overcome the heartache, she sets out for a night on the town with her brother and there best friend, Gavin.
Problems at the bar arise, and things between Red and Gavin become extremely complicated and set off a roller coaster of emotions between the two.
They share a kiss.
Not just any kiss, a scoring hot, more than friends kiss.
Gavin and Red have had feelings for each other for some time now.
But with miscommunication, mixed signals, and both of there pasts holding them back,
Gavin and Red, may never have a future together.
And they may not even be able to salvage there friendship.
A book packed with, lots of emotion & drama.
And a compelling relationship between best friends.
I have always been a fan of friends to lovers stories, and Distractions does not disappoint. Great job Bianca Dean.
*Distractions Playlist*
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Bianca Dean, author of Quarterback Sneak and Wanna Play? is a native of New Jersey now living in NYC. Working on her PhD, Bianca loves good food, great movies and stimulating conversation. She's a huge sports fan, and can be found, during the appropriate season, screaming at the television, beer in hand, trying to make people that can't hear her run faster. In the off-season she can be spotted walking her dog or grabbing dinner with friends.
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