The Roommate Risk (The Midnight Heat Collection, #3)

by Talia Hibbert

Jasmine didn’t pretend it was a reasonable reaction. But it was real, and it was one she didn’t enjoy.

Her thighs were soft and rippled with stretch marks, like waves across an ocean’s surface. He was more than ready to drown.

the pressure was enough to turn coal into diamonds. But not enough to turn her into someone else.

She’d started to think of her life as a patchwork quilt. If she sat and traced the stitching, she could pull apart every piece in her mind and see where the hole had begun.

But recently, she’d had this idea that if she was kind to herself—if she took all the steps she’d been so afraid of taking—maybe she could learn how to hold on to happiness. And she was determined to try.