VBB Exclusive Excerpt: Next to You by Daisy Prescott

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Exclusive Excerpt: Next to You by Daisy Prescott

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Next to You by Daisy Prescott is out today! It’s a standalone romantic comedy about a rugby player and an heiress in Aspen and I’m so excited to share with you a never-before-seen excerpt to whet your appetite!

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Synopsis

โ€œIf you want to date me, all you need to do is say the word. Iโ€™d never let you go.โ€

I added Sage to my rugby clubโ€™s annual list of women who are off limits thinking I could protect her from the gorillas I play with. Aspen’s a small town in the off season when the dating pool shrinks to the size of a melted snowflake. Never did I think Iโ€™d be the one to break the code and date her.

Even if itโ€™s all for show. A wager between friends. An excuse to hang out with her more.

Nothing more than that.

Right?

***

Who agrees to date their best friend over a green smoothie? Apparently this girl right here.

Now the man-bun-sporting South African rugby god next door is my fake boyfriend. I need to rebuild my confidence after some poor dating decisions. Who could be better to fluff my ego than Aspenโ€™s hottest bachelor?

This situation is a win-win.

Right?

Excerpt

โ€œNow tell me about this soft core porno youโ€™ve been watching while Iโ€™ve innocently napped like a babe beside you.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s not porn! You really must think Iโ€™m a pervert with all of your porn references tonight.โ€

โ€œWhen I opened my eyes, there were naked people on screen having sex. I might have missed the beginning, but as far as I could see, none of the important bits were shown. Therefore, not full on porn, but soft core. Like on French television.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s a drama about time travel and eighteenth century Scotland.โ€

โ€œAh.โ€

โ€œWhat?โ€

โ€œGotcha. Itโ€™s intellectual. My apologies.โ€ He puts a big chunk of meat into his mouth and chews while watching me.

โ€œYou might enjoy it. Lots of naked breasts. Plus all the guy stuff.โ€

โ€œArenโ€™t naked breasts guy stuff?โ€

โ€œYou know what I mean. Wars, fights, swords, espionage, and naked breasts.โ€

โ€œIt sounds like James Bond in kilts.โ€

โ€œBetter.โ€

โ€œMaybe I should watch from the beginning.โ€

I nod. โ€œWe can start tonight if youโ€™re awake enough for it.โ€

He fiddles with the remote and brings up the on demand feature. โ€œReady?โ€

I fluff his two lonely throw pillows and make myself comfortable on the other end of the sofa. โ€œDo you need anything?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m good.โ€

Iโ€™ve read all the books and seen the show repeatedly. Iโ€™m a little obsessed and can probably recite chunks of dialogue verbatim at this point.

Stan tosses half of the throw blanket over my legs.ย 

I can feel his body warmth a few feet away. โ€œThis is better than Netflix and Chill.โ€

โ€œWe should have our own tagline. Stew and Stare? Soup and Kilts?โ€

โ€œThose are both terrible.โ€ I laugh at the idea of stew being part of a casual hookup.

โ€œDemand and slurp?โ€ He winks.

โ€œGross! Sounds like a bad date asking for a blow job.โ€

His easy smile fades. โ€œHas that happened to you before? A date demanding oral sex?โ€

I give him a sidelong glance, my mouth hanging open in disbelief. โ€œUm, all guys?โ€

His head jerks back. โ€œAll guys do not do that. Iโ€™ve never done that.โ€

โ€œProbably because you donโ€™t have to. Women willingly and speedily offer to pleasure you all the time. Which is fine. Iโ€™m not judging your opportunities.โ€ I so am. โ€œBut in the real world where the rest of us live, most women donโ€™t drop to their knees and open their mouths with one look. Those women are often being paid for their enthusiasm.โ€

โ€œIโ€™ve never asked, forced, or paid a woman to do anything sheโ€™s not keen to do. Ever.โ€ His brows are lowered in a serious expression. I swear his eyes are a darker shade of pale, too. โ€œPerhaps youโ€™ve always dated terrible men.โ€

Neither of us say Loganโ€™s name again.

No need to repeat the conversation.

โ€œItโ€™s different for us regular people.โ€

โ€œDefine regular?โ€ย 

I sweep my hand down my body. โ€œNormal.โ€

He leans over and tugs a strand of my hair. โ€œThere is nothing regular or normal about you, my pink-haired flower.โ€

My hairโ€™s not the only thing pink now. My cheeks flush from his words or his proximity. Maybe both.

I point at the TV. โ€œFocus on the wonder of Outlander, Mr. Sweet Talker.โ€

โ€œI wonder how Iโ€™d look in a kilt.โ€

Iโ€™m never going to survive with an image of him wearing a kilt, and only a kilt, in my head.ย 

โ€œTerrible. Obviously, you have weak ankles.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™ve found my one weakness.โ€ย 

โ€œI take solace in your imperfections. Now pay attention. This partโ€™s important.โ€

Heโ€™s snoring again by the middle of the second episode. I finish and quietly clean up without waking him before going home.

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