Have you read my first rom com?

It started as a wrong number, but could he be the right guy?

Zach sent Delia a text meant for someone else, and instead of ignoring it, they kept texting...and again...and again. And pretty soon their messages were full of textual tension, and they just had to meet in person.

Have you ever done that before? Befriended the wrong number? I always thought it would be such an interesting meet-cute and had never read it before, so I wrote it!

Let's Get Textual was my very first romcom (but not my first book), and I still absolutely love it. It's ridiculous, a little over the top, and just so, so incredibly fun. If you're in the mood for something light and goofy yet sweet and just a little sexy, then this is the perfect read!

Excerpt:
“I’m not here for sex, Delia, just so we’re clear, but I would like to sleep next to you tonight, if that’s okay. We can snuggle.” His dimple appears. “Naked.”

I giggle and push at his chest until he rolls off and onto the bed. “You keep telling yourself that. I’m wearing pajamas.”

I push myself off the bed and make my way to my dresser. I grab my sexiest set of pajamas—ultra-short shorts and a sweater that hangs invitingly off my shoulder—ready to take them down the hall and into the bathroom to change.

Then an idea hits me.

I might not be brave enough to sleep with Zach yet, but I sure as hell am brave enough to tease him.

Huh. Guess I am stripping for him after all.

Standing right there in front of my dresser, keeping my eyes focused on the blank wall, I slowly lift my shirt over my head.

At first Zach doesn’t say anything, not a peep.

I unhook my bra.

“Oh hell.” His voice is hoarse, and it sounds hot as hell.

Slowly, I pull the straps down my arms, dropping the garment to the floor at my feet. I hear a shuffle and know he’s on his feet now.

I slide my oversized nightshirt over my head, running my hands down my sides, settling them on my hips—just for a moment—before pushing my lounge pants to the floor. I’m standing there in nothing but a shirt hanging off one shoulder and my underwear that expose a whole lot of ass.

“Shit.”

Another shuffle of feet.

I can feel the heat radiating off him; I know he’s close, his stare making me sweat.

I take my time pulling my shorts off my dresser, waiting to see what Zach will do…if he does anything at all.

“Delia, please.”

I finally push my feet through the tiny shorts and pull them up over my calves, my thighs, until finally my white cheeky panties are covered.

Zach has me enveloped in no time, his front to my back, and I can feel every inch of him. His erection throbs as it sits almost perfectly between my cheeks. His hands ghost up my sides and I know there’s no way he missed the goose bumps that cover my skin.

He slides my thick curtain of hair to the side, exposing my neck so he can place his soft lips on my skin. Giving gentle kisses, he makes his way from my shoulder and up the side of my neck until his mouth is grazing my ear.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now, Delia? Any idea how much I want to strip you of those clothes you just put on? Because I really fucking want to.”

He spins me, his face only an inch or so from mine.

My chest is heaving, and he’s so close that every time I take a breath, my breasts rub against him. My nipples are straining against the thin fabric, begging for attention.

“I can’t do any of that. We haven’t even officially defined what the hell it is we’re doing. I want to be the asshole right now. I want to fuck you until you’re limp with exhaustion, want to make you say my name over and over again, but I’m not the asshole. I’ve never been the asshole. We’re not ready for that step.”

He steps into me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me up on my tiptoes.

“But two can play the teasing game.”

Releasing me, he backs up and strips off his shirt then shucks his jeans.

I burst into laughter.

“If you think you’re going to Slytherin to my bed with those on, you’re wrong. I only allow full-fledged Hufflepuffs in there.”

Zach glances down at his underwear and hangs his head. “Why did I have to wear this pair today? Why?”

“What? I think they’re hot.”

“You think my Harry Potter underwear are hot?” I nod. “You are my dream girl.”

I grin and shake my head as I make my way to my bed. I do my best to straighten the covers before pulling back my side and climbing in.

“I think you were right earlier.”

“About?” he asks, standing on the other side.

“This bed isn’t big enough for two. I think we’ll have to snuggle.”

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