Novels by Tessa Monroe

I awoke with a stinging head; I knew it was from the shots I had taken; I had taken many, and because this wasn't my first time doing it, I was well aware of where it was coming from.I began sniffing the smell of cigarettes, sat up, massaged my eyes, and when I opened them, I jumped at the sight before me.A man stood at the edge of the bed, puffing on a cigarette and looking straight up at me. He had only a towel wrapped around his waist, and his chest was bare and toned. I even counted the six packs, which were six.I admired a hot man when I saw one, so I gently glanced up at him, my gaze not missing the little tattoo right above his left nipple.I swallowed hard as water fell from his hair; in fact, I didn't recognize him until I spotted his long hair - they were braided last night, so he may have unbranded them in the morning."Good morning, sorry I don't do repeats." He remarked, his voice jolting me out of my reverie, and while I know that's what I expected to hear, this man m

I'm not sure how long I've been in the car, but it must have been hours because someone was tapping on the car window.I couldn't see clearly at first, but after wiping my eyes, I identified the person: Sandra.I rolled down the window, and she didn't say anything; she simply opened the door from the inside and invited me to come down."Sandra-""I'm not hearing any excuses now, you're going to come down or I'm coming in and we are driving to a club.”"Promise?" Well, alcohol didn't seem like a horrible idea right now."Bitch, move!" She shouted as she climbed in, I promptly switched to the passenger seat. "Here, there's powder there, fix your cheeks," she tossed her purse into my hands, and I grasped it before fixing my cheeks, which were red from all the sobbing."What about Edward?""I will send him a text, besides I was invited to my cousins club, you know only VIP there, talk of fucking with top billionaires.”"Sandra, please not tonight.""Trust me the best way to forget a man i

There was an awkward stillness; Harvey, Elliot, and I were all silently staring at one other.I tried to look down, but I knew that doing so would make me a coward, and I was done being one; instead, I was going to heed Sandra's advice and just tell him how I truly felt."Harvey, what did you say?" Elliot questioned as he walked in, wearing one of the Christmas PJ trousers I got him, no shirt on, and God, I was trying not to look at his chest."I… nothing, I-""I love you." I cut Harvey, who was sputtering, "Yes, Elliot, I love you, I've always loved—”"Stop! Please stop; what kind of sick prank is this?” He seemed angry, which surprised me since he normally laughed at things like this. I was still his friend, so... "Calm down, man, please calm down.""Don't ask me to calm down, did you hear what she just said?""Might be joking." Harvey, who was always attempting to save me, stated as I was taken aback; Elliot never yelled at me; was my love for him so ridiculous? Was I that ugly?

Yes, it had happened again: Chloe and Elliot had reconciled and were back together. God, when am I going to learn that no matter what she does, he will always forgive her?I knew Chloe was cheating since I saw her with my own eyes.She was on a date with another guy at the restaurant where I work; at first, I thought he was just one of the people she worked with; yes, Chloe was a bikini model; however, when they kissed and I watched their every move, and they were so nasty as she gave him her panties from under the desk, I called Elliot.No, it wasn't wrong of me; he was my friend, and I didn't want him duped; although, I might have wished for a chance myself.Elliot arrived and quickly figured out everything because I didn't have to tell him; he appeared to have known the guy all along as he joined them; they got into a brawl that almost cost me my job when Chloe knocked down the most costly dinner from my hands when I tried to stop them.Elliot wanted to drink, so I took him to the

A L E X I SThe pain of seeing your best friend—the person you've loved since you realized what it meant to like a guy more than a friend—fall for another woman is worse than breaking a bone and feeling every motion; even watching your world shatter doesn't compare because it all happened to be.I broke a bone in kindergarten when falling off a bike, my parents separated when I was sixteen, and I witnessed everything I knew fall apart, another woman take my mother's place, and me being pushed from daddy's spoiled princess to daddy's hardworking girl.I even moved across states at the age of sixteen, from Seattle to Los Angeles, and I felt alone and helpless, but that sorrow was nothing compared to this: seeing the boy you love, the one you can't have, cry for another woman.Elliot.I've been in love with him since the first time we met in college; I was sixteen and suffering through the ordeal of my parents' divorce, but I knew right away that I belonged to him.I've spent five years