May 26 2017 11:02am

Roan Parrish Excerpt: Small Change

Roan Parrish

Ginger Holtzman has fought for everything she’s ever had—the success of her tattoo shop, respect in the industry, her upcoming art show. Tough and independent, she has taking-no-crap down to an art form. Good thing too, since keeping her shop afloat, taking care of her friends, and scrambling to finish her paintings doesn’t leave time for anything else. Which … is for the best, because then she doesn’t notice how lonely she is. She’ll get through it all on her own, just like she always does.

Christopher Lucen opened a coffee and sandwich joint in South Philly because he wanted to be part of a community after years of running from place to place, searching for something he could never quite name. Now, he relishes the familiarity of knowing what his customers want, and giving it to them. But what he really wants now is love.

When they meet, Christopher is smitten, but Ginger … isn’t quite so sure. Christopher’s gorgeous, and kind, and their opposites-attract chemistry is off the charts. But hot sex is one thing—truly falling for someone? Terrifying. When her world starts to crumble around her, Ginger has to face the fact that this fight can only be won by being vulnerable—this fight, she can’t win on her own.

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He ran a palm up my spine to my neck and I bit my lip, glad he couldn’t see my face. It was an intimate gesture, appreciative and possessive, and it made me imagine how he’d touch me if the thin fabric of my dress weren’t between us.

Would he trace the lines of my body—follow the shapes of muscle, bone, and flesh—or would he follow the lines of my ink instead?

I eased over and perched on his knee, not resting my full weight on him, but sitting in front of his canvas. The second I did, he pulled me more firmly back, taking my weight on his legs like it was nothing, wrapping his arms around my waist and letting out a sigh.

My skin heated, my pulse sped up, and I felt fidgety, like I couldn’t relax. I mean, it was basically impossible to relax sitting on someone’s lap, right? But as if he could feel me tensing up, Christopher put a palm firmly on each of my thighs above the knees. I let him take my weight, self-conscious suddenly, but he just rested his chin on my shoulder, and I relaxed into him. He breathed deeply, like he was savoring our position.

“Is there any hope for it, doc?” he said softly.

“Hmm. Scalpel?”

He handed me his paintbrush. In the middle of his clumsy mountain stream, I painted a large shaggy-furred purple monster, half submerged, as if it were taking a leisurely soak. In one hand it held an enormous sandwich with one ragged bite torn out of it, and in the other it held a large to-go coffee cup that said “The Ginger” on it. I gave the monster a snapback that said MELT on it, and a maroon V-neck T-shirt that said Tattoo Bitch. Its mouth full of jagged teeth was smiling, bits of sandwich caught in its fur.

I put my brush down and twisted to look at Christopher. He was flushed from the wine and his hair was even more messed up now, one lock falling forward over his eye. He’d rolled up his sleeves and there was paint on his hands. And I couldn’t stop staring at him, heat flushing through me. He looked fucking hot. Intent and present and so, so into me.

His mouth looked vulnerable without the usual protection of his stubble. I could always trace the smattering of small golden freckles from one high cheekbone across his nose to the other side, but now that he was clean-shaven I saw that he had them on his chin too, a subtle constellation.

His dark brows were drawn together slightly, and his eyes were intense. His breathing was slow but I could feel his muscles tensed beneath me. I wanted to reach out and touch his jaw but my hands were covered in paint and I couldn’t stand the thought of marring the face before me.

He looked at the canvas and smiled.

“I love it,” he said, breath caressing my neck. I shivered and then grinned. But before I could say anything he slid a hand around my hip and pulled me around so I was facing him. I threw my arms around his shoulders automatically, to keep from falling backward, but he kept one hand in the middle of my back and held my dress with the other so I didn’t end up flashing the room.

Our eyes locked, our breath came faster, and both of our smiles were gone.

I leaned slowly closer and felt him groan as my breasts brushed his chest and my thigh rocked against the bulge in his jeans. His fingertips dug into my back like only sheer will was keeping his hand where it was.

I wanted to ravage him. I wanted to kiss him so hard his lips bruised. Grab handfuls of his hair, his shirt, his skin, and drag him to me as close as he could get. I wanted to feel him around me, inside me, beneath me. I wanted to feel him fucking everywhere. 

Copyright © 2017 by Roan Parrish.
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Roan Parrish lives in Philadelphia where she is gradually attempting to write love stories in every genre.

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1. Kareni
I've enjoyed the other books I've read by Roan Parrish and look forward to reading Ginger's story. Thanks for posting the excerpt!
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