The Two Week Roommate
(Wildwood Society Romance Book 2)
by Roxie Noir
There are probably worse things than being stuck in a remote cabin with the rugged-yet-grumpy forest ranger who saved my life in a blizzard. Bear maulings, for example, though I might prefer that to eating breakfast with Gideon Bell, the guy who nearly ruined my life when we were kids.
It was twenty years ago. We haven’t spoken since. Our families still hate each other, and our lives are completely different. I’m not sure we’ve got anything in common besides childhood memories.
But when it’s just the two of us for a couple of weeks, none of that really matters.
What matters is the way Gideon grumbles, but makes my tea exactly the way I like it. What matters is how he always gives me the spot on the couch closest to the fireplace. What matters is how he looks at me when he thinks I’m not paying attention.
And those childhood memories? He’s in all my favorites.
Up here, in the cabin, it’s easy to look past all that because it feels so good to kiss him. It’s easy to spend a wild night in front of the fireplace and wake up still wrapped together. But back in the real world, where everything that drove us apart is still alive and kicking? It’s a lot harder.
Can Gideon and I fix what broke twenty years ago, or does what happens in the cabin have to stay in the cabin?
My Rating:
Favorite Quotes:
When we were kids, I followed her anywhere. Being with Andi felt like chasing a sunbeam: she was always going, always laughing, always full of ideas for adventure, so bright I could never look away.
Thinking about what I did and didn’t do as a teenager can feel like strangulation, long, shadowy fingers of my old self wrapping around my neck. Turns out no matter what, we can never leave ourselves behind.
It’s some ungodly, timeless hour of the morning. It’s black beyond the windows. My brain is half-awake at best, thoughts swirling lazily past like snowflakes, melting when I try to grab them. I feel unmoored, unanchored, like this cabin might be a child’s diorama and at any moment the roof will come off and faces will appear.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have worn your purity ring to church every Sunday until you were twenty-five,” Reid says. “Maybe you should shut up.” “I’m surprised it didn’t sizzle off your finger.”
It feels like I’m in a snow globe, flipped over and quickly righted, waiting for everything to settle.
My Review:
I am unequivocally enamored with Roxie Noir and want to read every tale she has ever scribbled if they are all as cleverly penned as this one. The storylines were well-paced, insightfully penned, wittily amusing, engagingly textured with real-world problems, and populated with expertly nuanced and authentic characters. I adored the featured couple and reveled in their renewed acquaintance and sizzling hot romance. I found it delightfully refreshing for a handsome man to be prone to blushing frequently and uncontrollably.
I love writing sexy, alpha men and the headstrong women they fall for.
My weaknesses include: beards, whiskey, nice abs with treasure trails, sarcasm, cats, prowess in the kitchen, prowess in the bedroom, forearm tattoos, and gummi bears.
I live in California with my very own sexy, bearded, whiskey-loving husband and two hell-raising cats.
