Epiphany

I've been having a really hard time with this story. Okay...when am I NOT having a problem with a story? *shrugs* It happens when you write for a living. It's typical because there is always some plot point to figure out or life gets in the way...something.

Anyway I've been struggling with this story that is due at the end the month. I was feeling pretty good because I had a few chapters done and felt I might be on a roll but it just wasn't happening. Seriously stalled here. I piddled with this for about a week and nothing. More time was spent writing emails and playing on the internet than anything else and guilt was killin' me here.

Maybe I just needed to relax my mind and get away from the computer for a bit because Saturday night Mr. Regina and I went out to dinner, did some shopping, and basically relaxed together. Hung out. Got away. Don't know what happened but as we were driving home feeling relaxed and happy, I got an epiphany! Suddenly I just KNEW what was wrong with my story and why I was stalling out. It was the most WONDERFUL feeling. It was like...BAM...here ya go, story laid out and all that's needed is to get the wordage down. Yes, it involved completely erasing the few chapters I'd written. Hate doing that. You think of the hours you spent, the phrases you liked, and wanna cringe. But I did it. Started the book over from scratch and actually made progress yesterday. A very nice way to start out the week.

So here's what I'm thinking...maybe sometimes we just have to force ourselves away from the computer but more than that, maybe we should just completely leave the house and do something else for awhile. This definitely worked for me.

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Blurb:

When a screw-up by the Fullerton University Housing Office leaves Parker Galloway shacked up with four sexy men, Parker thinks four just might be her lucky number... as long as she can get Kei Yamamoto to join in the fun.

But will taking advantage of FU's mistake end up getting all five roomies kicked off campus, or will it be the closest thing to heaven Parker has ever experienced?


Excerpt:

Parker Galloway rubbed soapy hands over her breasts, cupped them and fondled the peaks into tight points. The warm spray shot fingers of water straight to her scalp. Parker hummed with pleasure as shampoo bubbles slid over her body. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back to catch the spray higher on her hairline while she soaped up the rest of her body and rinsed off.

She listened for a minute, head tipped away from the fall of water to see if one of her roommates had come back from class. A computer booted up with a jingle. Whoever it was had entered alone.

Otherwise clean, she eased her fingers down between her legs, thinking that if she weren’t so sleep deprived, she might enjoy a little self-play but jet-lag numbness had claimed most of her senses. Instead, she cleaned up and turned off the spigot. It would make for an awkward first meeting if she’d moaned her way through a shower as a first introduction.

A smile tugged inevitably at her lips.

Parker wrapped a towel around her body.

Her roommate approached and she plastered a friendly smile on her face.

“Dan! You broke my disc. I told you—what the fuck!” He blinked owlishly at her from the room. A blush heated his cheeks and his mouth dropped open. “Sorry!” The man spun, abruptly. “I didn’t see anything. I swear. I think you have the wrong room. Leo’s room is down the hall.”

Her smile faded. She clutched the towel tighter. “I think you have the wrong room. Get the fuck out of here!”

“This is my room,” he countered.

“I know you probably sleep here enough to think so. I heard you bumping around this morning. My roommates and I are going to have a little talk about the number of overnight male guests. Don’t get too comfortable.” Parker stormed by him, bumping him out of the way as she went for the dresser.

“Hey!”

She pulled open the top drawer and retrieved a pair of underwear. Finding room to unpack her clothes had been a challenge coming into the semester a week late. Parker saw him watching her in the mirror, dumbfounded. “Turn, the fuck, around! Better yet, leave.”

“Sorry!” he said again, doing another juvenile spin. “This is my room. I’m not leaving.”

Parker gave a long-suffering sigh. She wiggled into her panties. Then realizing her shirts were in the closet, she walked that way, shooting him a glare when he peeked at her.

He blushed, looked away. “Your clothes are here,” he said, sounding confused.

“Yeah. Did you miss the part where I said I live here?”

“You can’t live here. It’s a male only dorm.”

“That’s not possible. I signed the paperwork and faxed it in,” she argued, suddenly feeling a little uneasy. Her unusual first name had confused things before. It wouldn’t be the first time. But she’d already signed the agreement and the notice that changes after the school year would be on a first-come, first-served, basis.

Her t-shirt in place, Parker loosened her towel and trekked to the bathroom to hang it. For the first time, she noticed her red towel seemed out of place with the darker guy tones. She stepped into the room with new eyes. Suddenly, the chaos and lack of homey decorations made sense.

University Housing had royally fucked up.

Her roommate ogled her bare legs. He still blushed, and as his gaze traveled upward, it snagged on the hem of her shirt, which barely covered her panties. With dawning horror, something else hit her—he wasn’t the only one. She had three other roommates, and given this one’s reaction, none of them were female, either.

“Oh, shit,” she said. Four male roommates in an all male dorm. “Oh, holy mother of God, this isn’t good. This so isn’t good.”

Her roommate stared. He’d acted as if he’d never been this close to a half-naked woman before. He jerked his gaze to hers and quickly pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Are you okay?” she asked, taking a concerned step toward him.

He hurriedly stepped back. “Fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” she said.

“You do,” a man affirmed from behind her.

She turned to find a blond man assessing her, his lips pursed as he nodded his head with frank appreciation.

“Very fine,” another man echoed. His appreciative smile flashed white against dark skin.

Parker groaned. She returned to the closet and pulled down a pair of jeans. As she reached up, the hemline of her shirt rose and she heard a strangled gargle from the first guy.

The blond was grinning with evident amusement when she turned around.

She looked at her first roommate curiously as she pulled on her jeans, realizing too late that they were big. They sagged at her hips.

“Hey look, Henry, a girl is actually trying to get in your pants. Your virgin days are numbered!” the blond said.

The cute geek ducked his head. Henry looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole.

Instinctively, she wanted to protect him from the sharp-edged teasing. “You’re Henry?” she asked him, smiling.

Henry nodded.

Still smiling, she re-hung his pants and took her own pair. Her shirt hitched upward. She tugged her hem and sent Henry another smile. His eyes widened and he grabbed his cock as he raced for the bathroom, kicking the door shut on the way.

“O-kay,” she said, trying to fill the awkward silence. “Who are you two?”

“Dan,” the blond said, his gaze slowly sweeping her from top to bottom.

Henry came back, nervously adjusting the front of his pants.

The third man’s cocoa skin glowed with good humor. “Jaxon. Who are you?”

“Looks like I’m your fifth roommate. My name’s Parker.”

“You’re Parker?” Henry asked. His Adam’s apple bobbed nervously when his voice squeaked.

“Yep. Housing must have screwed up and forgot to check the gender box.” She shrugged. “It’s going to be an interesting semester if I can’t get this fixed.”

Dan’s lascivious look was accompanied by a deep chuckle.

Parker’s didn’t like the frank sexual appraisal. She wasn’t simply a piece of ass, and Housing mix up or no, she wouldn’t be ogled like one.

“What?” Dan asked, seeming to sense her growing ire.

“If you keep staring at my boobs, you’re going to need a special padded box to keep your balls in.”

“They’re great tits,” he said, holding his hands out in front of him as though he was squeezing her breasts.

“You’re assuming they’re great, and that’s the last time you get to call them tits.”

Jaxon swatted the back of Dan’s head. “Moron, have some respect.”

“What are we respecting?” a fourth roommate asked, shutting the dorm room door with a perfunctory thud.

They all looked at her. Parker tried to keep her nerves in check. So far, she’d figured out that she had a geeky virgin, a jock womanizer, a really hot bald African-American dude, and one hell of a sexy Asian man as roomies.

When the last one joined the group, she’d nearly creamed her panties. Her brain went soft and she wanted nothing more than to grab fistfuls of his long black hair, climb his stocky, chiseled body and beg him to fuck her Fuji-style. If that position existed. Hell, she’d invent it if it didn’t.

“Hi,” she said, instantly hating the breathiness in her greeting.

Roommate four barely looked at her. “For fuck’s sake, Dan, you let her shower here? I’ll be pulling blonde hair out of the drain for a week.”

“She lives here,” Jaxon corrected.

“The fuck she does. You can bring them home, Dan, but make ’em leave the next morning. We talked about that.”

“She’s not mine,” Dan said. A wicked smile curved his lips as his gaze slowly studied her body. “Yet.”

Oddly, she kind of liked the husky way Dan thought he could lay claim to her. It also kind of pissed her off for liking it.

“Whatever. Just don’t feed her. She might stay,” the fourth guy snapped.

Okay, hot he might be, but roomie four was starting to piss her off. Though admittedly, he had reason to think she didn’t belong. She had every intention of telling the housing department to fix their fuck up. The last thing she wanted was to finish her undergrad degree with four sexually charged men sleeping a foot from her in every direction. Or for that matter, for her to get horny and decide bed hopping sounded like a sane idea.