The American Roommate Experiment: A Novel by Elena Armas (English) Paperback Boo

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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER A Most Anticipated Book of 2022 by Cosmopolitan, Goodreads, PopSugar, and more! From the author of the Goodreads Choice Award winner The Spanish Love Deception, the eagerly anticipated follow-up featuring Rosie Graham and Lucas Martín, who are forced to share a New York apartment. Rosie Graham has a problem. A few, actually. She just quit her well paid job to focus on her secret career as a romance writer. She hasn't told her family and now has terrible writer's block. Then, the ceiling of her New York apartment literally crumbles on her. Luckily she has her best friend Lina's spare key while she's out of town. But Rosie doesn't know that Lina has already lent her apartment to her cousin Lucas, who Rosie has been stalking--for lack of a better word--on Instagram for the last few months. Lucas seems intent on coming to her rescue like a Spanish knight in shining armor. Only this one strolls around the place in a towel, has a distracting grin, and an irresistible accent. Oh, and he cooks. Lucas offers to let Rosie stay with him, at least until she can find some affordable temporary housing. And then he proposes an outrageous experiment to bring back her literary muse and meet her deadline: He'll take her on a series of experimental dates meant to jump-start her romantic inspiration. Rosie has nothing to lose. Her silly, online crush is totally under control--but Lucas's time in New York has an expiration date, and six weeks may not be enough, for either her or her deadline.

FORMATPaperback LANGUAGEEnglish CONDITIONBrand New Author Biography

Elena Armas is a Spanish writer, self-confessed hopeless romantic and proud book hoarder. Now, she's also the author of the New York Times bestsellers The Spanish Love Deception, The American Roommate Experiment and The Long Game. Her latest novel is The Fiancé Dilemma. Her books are being translated to over thirty languages--which is bananas, if you ask her.

Review

"A frothy, playful delight! In her slam-dunk follow-up to The Spanish Love Deception, Armas gives us the sunshine honey Lucas Martín, and strong, vulnerable Rosie Graham and throws them into a god-tier forced proximity romance that had me literally grinning so hard at the pages! Their chemistry was fire, but it was the way their genuine love and support for each other evolved on page that had me swooning. Armas's writing flows like a riveting conversation, pulling the reader in immediately, and these two characters truly leap from the page. Delicious fun from start to finish!" --Christina Lauren, New York Times bestselling authors of The Unhoneymooners"Armas's adorable follow-up to Booktok sensation The Spanish Love Deception will delight fans even as it stands on its own... Armas does a fantastic job showing her characters' developing feelings and allowing the romantic tension to drive the plot. This is a treat." --Publishers Weekly "Elena Armas is the undisputed queen of slow burn, steamy, deliciously swoony romcoms--everything she writes is utterly delightful and has me squeeing in pure joy. Reading The American Roommate Experiment was some of the best-spent hours of my life, and I cannot wait to see what Elena has in store for us next!"--Ali Hazelwood, New York Times bestselling author of The Love Hypothesis"For a slow-burn rom-com featuring an introvert, an extrovert, forced-proximity fake-dating, some undeniable chemistry and a masquerade ball, pick up The American Roommate Experiment (Atria) by Elena Armas, author of 2021's fan favorite The Spanish Love Deception." --PARADE "Rosie and Lucas' connection deepens with every swoony, steamy date - you'll want to get swept up, too."--USA Today "This friends-to-lovers trope will have readers rooting for the couple as things turn steamy. Though it's a follow-up to The Spanish Love Deception, Armas's contemporary romance can be read as a stand-alone; perfect for readers who love Emily Henry and Tessa Bailey." --Library Journal"This sweet dual-POV romance will leave your heart aching for more!"--Buzzfeed"This was a slow-burn romance--I loved Rosie and Lucas together!" --FIRST For Women"What happens when a romance writer gets trapped by her own tropes? A novel that is fun, fresh, and sexy as hell."--Jodi Picoult, New York Times bestselling author of Wish You Were Here

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"Elena Armas is the undisputed queen of slow burn, steamy, deliciously swoony romcoms--everything she writes is utterly delightful and has me squeeing in pure joy. Reading The American Roommate Experiment was some of the best-spent hours of my life, and I cannot wait to see what Elena has in store for us next!" --Ali Hazelwood, New York Times bestselling author of The Love Hypothesis

Excerpt from Book

Chapter OneCHAPTER ONE Rosie Someone was trying to break into my apartment. Fine. Technically, it wasn''t my apartment, but rather the apartment I was currently staying in. That didn''t change the facts. Because if living in a couple of questionable neighborhoods in New York had taught me anything, it was that if someone didn''t knock, they weren''t interested in asking to be let in. Evidence number one: the insistent rattling of the--thankfully locked--entrance door. The sound stopped, allowing me to release all the air I had been holding in. Gaze fixed on the lock, I waited. All right. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it was a neighbor mistaking this as their apartment. Or maybe whoever was out there would eventually knock and-- What sounded like someone banging a shoulder against the door startled me, making me jump backward. Nope. Not a knock. Probably not a neighbor, either. My next breath was shallow, oxygen barely making it to its destination. But heck, I couldn''t blame my lungs, really. I couldn''t even blame my brain for not being able to accomplish basic functions like breathing after the day I''d had. A couple of hours ago, what had been my cozy and beautifully well-kept apartment for the last five years had all but crumbled down on me. Literally. And we''re not talking about a crack in the ceiling and some falling dust. A section of my ceiling gave out and collapsed. Collapsed . Right before my eyes. Almost on top of me. Creating a hole large enough to gift me with a clear view of my upstairs neighbor Mr. Brown''s private bits as he looked down at me. And allowing me to learn something I never needed or wanted to know: my middle-aged neighbor did not wear anything beneath his robe. Not a single thing. A sight that had been as traumatizing as having a piece of cement nearly knock you down on your way to the couch. And now this. The break-in. After I pulled myself together enough to gather my stuff--under Mr. Brown''s careful scrutiny and still freely hanging... bits--and made it to the only place I could think of, given the circumstances, now someone was trying to force their way in. What sounded like a curse in a foreign language came through, the noise against the lock resuming. Oh, crap. Out of the more than eight million people living in New York City, it had to be me being potentially robbed, hadn''t it? Turning on the tips of my toes, I stepped away from the door of the studio apartment I had fled to in search of shelter and let my gaze dart around the familiar place, studying my options. Thanks to the open plan of the apartment, there were no decent hiding spots. The only room with a door, the bathroom, didn''t even have a lock. There were no weaponizable objects, either, except for a crooked clay candleholder born from a lazy DIY Sunday and a flimsy boho standing lamp I wasn''t sure about. Escaping through a window wasn''t an option, either, considering this was a second floor and there was no fire escape. The frustrated swearing came through more clearly now. The voice was deep, musical, and the words I did not recognize or understand were chased by a very loud huff. Heart racing, I brought my hands to my temples in an attempt to subdue the growing panic. This could be worse , I told myself. Whoever is out there is clearly not very good at this. At break-ins. And they don''t know I''m inside. For all they know, the apartment is empty. This gives me-- My phone pinged with a notification, the loud and sharp sound breaking the silence. And giving my presence away. Crap . Wincing, I lunged for the device that rested on the kitchen island. It couldn''t have been more than three or four steps away. But my brain, which was still struggling with basic functions like, let''s say, moving three or four steps forward, miscalculated the distance, and my hip collided with a stool. "No, no, no," I heard the words coming out of my mouth in a whimper, one of my hands reaching out. Unsuccessfully. Because-- The stool crashed against the floor. My eyelids fell shut. As if my brain was trying to at least spare me the sight of the mess I had made. Silence followed the big bang, filling the room with what I knew was a false sense of calm. I opened one eye, taking a peek in the direction of the door. Maybe this was good. Maybe that had scared... him? Them? Away-- "Hello?" The deep voice on the other side of the door called. "Is anyone home?" Dammit . Squaring my shoulders, I turned around very slowly. There was still a chance that-- The jingle I had set for that stupid motivational app I''d downloaded earlier today blared through the apartment for a second time. Jesus . Someone was out to get me today. Karma, kismet, fate, Lady Luck, or some all-powerful entity I had clearly pissed off. Maybe even Murphy and his stupid law. I finally grabbed my phone to set the stupid thing to silent. Involuntarily, my eyes scanned the supposedly inspirational quote on the screen: IF OPPORTUNITY DOESN''T KNOCK, BUILD A DOOR. "Seriously?" I heard myself whisper. "I could hear that, you know?" Intruder said. "The phone, then the bang, then the phone again." A pause. "Are you... okay?" I frowned. How considerate for a possible burglar. He pressed on: "I know there''s someone in there. I can hear you breathing." A gasp of outrage left me. I was not a heavy breather. "Okay, listen," Intruder said with a chuckle. A chuckle . Was he laughing? At my expense? "I''m just--" "No, you listen," I finally blurted out, hearing my voice crack and wobble. "Whatever it is that you''re doing, I don''t care. I''ve--I''ve--" I''d been standing there like a doofus, doing nothing. And that stopped now. "I''m calling the cops." "The cops?" "Exactly." I unlocked my phone with shaky fingers. I was done with this... this... situation. Heck, I was done with today . "You have a few minutes to leave before they get here. There''s a police station right around the corner." There wasn''t, and I hoped he didn''t know that. "So I''d start running if I were you." I took one miniscule, careful step in the direction of the door, then stopped to listen for a reaction. Hopefully, the sound of his steps fleeing. But I heard nothing. "Are you listening?" I called, then hardened my voice before speaking again. "I have friends in NYPD." I didn''t. The closest thing I had to that was Uncle Al, who was a security guard for a company on Fifth Avenue. But that didn''t seem to impress Intruder, because silence continued to follow my statement. "Okay, fine. I warned you. Now, I''m dialing, so it''s up to you... mother... clinking apartment-breaker !" "What?" Ignoring my unfortunate and not at all threatening choice of words, I set the call on speaker and a few seconds later, the emergency dispatcher''s voice filled the apartment. "Nine-one-one, what''s your emergency?" "Hi--" I cleared my throat. "Hello. There''s... there''s someone trying to break in the apartment I''m in." " Wait , you''re really calling?" Intruder yelped. But then, he said, "Oh, okay. I see." Following that with another chuckle. Another. Chuckle . Did he find any of this funny? "This is a joke." Outrage filled my chest. "A joke ?" "Hello?" came from my phone''s speaker. "Miss? If this isn''t an emergency--" "Oh, but it is," I said immediately. "As I was saying, I''m calling to report a break-in." Intruder spoke before the dispatcher could, "I''m standing in the hallway. How have I broken in? I didn''t even make it inside." Now that he was saying more than a couple of words at a time, I could hear his accent more clearly. The way he enunciated certain words was familiar and set off a bell somewhere in my head. But I didn''t have time or energy to spare for bells right this moment. "Attempted break-in," I amended. "Okay, miss," the dispatcher answered. "I''m going to need your name and the address to your apartment." "I get it," Intruder said, loudly enough for me to take a step back. "This is one of those pranks. I''ve seen that show on TV back home. What was the name of that guy? The host. The one with the good hair." A pause. "Never mind." Another pause. "You got me! It was a really good one. See, I''m laughing," he added before breaking into a loud cackle and almost shocking the phone out my grip. "Now, can you please open this door and be done with it? It''s past midnight and I''m exhausted." The humor had left his voice. "Tell her she''s hilarious. We''ll remember this as one of the best pranks in history." Tell her? Tell who? Frowning, I lowered my voice and spoke right into the phone. "Did you hear that? I think he might be deranged." "Deranged?" Intruder scoffed. "I''m not crazy, just... tired." Something dropped to the floor with a thud on the other side of the door and I prayed it wasn''t him because I wasn''t up for dealing with an unconscious man on top of everything. "I heard," the dispatcher said. "And, miss, I''m--" "Did I get the wrong door or something?" Intruder interrupted.

Details ISBN1668002779 Short Title The American Roommate Experiment Publisher Atria Books Language English Year 2022 ISBN-10 1668002779 ISBN-13 9781668002773 Format Paperback Publication Date 2022-09-06 Imprint Atria Books Subtitle A Novel Pages 400 UK Release Date 2022-09-06 Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2022-09-06 NZ Release Date 2022-09-06 US Release Date 2022-09-06 DEWEY 823.92 Audience General Series The Love Deception Author Elena Armas Series Number 2 We've got this

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