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Blog Tour: The One Month Boyfriend by Roxie Noir

The One Month Boyfriend, an all-new fake-relationship rom-com full of heat and laughs from bestselling author Roxie Noir, is available now!

It’s a simple enough agreement: for one month, Silas Flynn is my boyfriend of convenience.

He needs his old-fashioned boss to think he’s ready to settle down.

I need some arm candy to prove to my jerk ex-fiancé that I’ve moved on.

Perfect, right? Except for one minor detail: we can’t stand each other.

Everybody thinks he’s this perfect guy, but I know the real Silas. He’s a cocky, obnoxious jerk who thinks he can charm his way out of trouble and get anything he wants.

But there’s one tiny problem with fake dating: it looks a lot like real dating. Worse, it feels a lot like real dating.

I know once this is over, we’ll go our separate ways. No matter the smoldering looks he gives me, the possessive way he touches me, or the dirty things he whispers in my ear, Silas isn’t falling for me.

That’s fine. No matter how good being with him feels, I’m not falling for him, either.

One month. That’s it.

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Excerpt

“Okay,” Kat says, reading from her document, and suddenly she sounds nervous. “The acceptable romantic actions.”
I settle in a little more against the desk, getting comfortable.
“Hand holding,” she starts, her voice low, not looking up. “Putting our arms around each other. Touching on the back. Touching on the shoulders and arms. Sitting close together. Quietly talking to one another. Hair caresses within reason. Non-mouth kisses in non-risque regions. Moderate cuddling while clothed.”
The list comes out rapid-fire and staccato, and I’m not sure she pauses for a breath until it’s over. I grab a pen..
“I’d like a definition of within reason,” I say, making a quick note.
“I mean don’t pet me or something, I’m not a cat. Are you going to make me define moderate as it pertains to cuddling, or can we both agree to a mutual understanding of the word and move on?” she asks, giving me a pointed look.
“If I were your attorney I’d advise a completely new draft of this document five times longer and a hundred times more specific,” I say. “You don’t even have a breach of contract clause in here.”
Now she’s pinching the bridge of her nose, glasses hoisted up.
“I’m sorry that I wrote things down because I wanted to be sure we were on the same page about whatever the fuck it is we’re even doing,” she says, voice muffled by her hand but sarcastic. “Is there any chance we can just get through this and move on?”
Something about the way she says it hits me right below the sternum, in that soft, susceptible spot: Kat with her shields briefly down, human for once instead of the stony, spiky creature who saw me at my worst and drove me down instead of having some mercy. Suddenly there’s a bend, some give, an acknowledgement of being made of flesh and blood, same as everyone.
“We can move on to the second article,” I concede, and then the glasses are back. “Entitled ‘Acceptable actions when circumstances require’?”
“Thank you,” she says, and reads. “Touching on the leg. Intense cuddles. Full-trunk embraces. Romantic-style face touching. Any sort of stroking. Mouth kisses. Verbal declarations of attraction. Kisses in moderately risqué locations.”
She finishes, and I don’t hate hearing her say moderately risque locations.
“When, exactly, do circumstances require?” I finally ask.
I get a look, and hold up my free hand.
“Honest question.”
“When the situation calls for us to… need to demonstrate our attraction,” she says, quickly. I think she’s blushing, the faintest of pinks under light gold skin.
“You mean when he’s around,” I say. “This is a list of things you want me to do in front of your ex.”
She holds my gaze for a long time: three seconds, then five.
“The things that’ll get him fired up,” I go on.
Kat takes one deep breath, her chest rising, then falling under her shirt.
“Yes,” she finally says, voice hushed. “This is what he’s gonna hate.”
“When I hold you close and whisper something dirty in your ear,” I say, rephrasing the words in front of me. I say it to get a reaction from her, and her lips twitch like maybe she’s trying not to smile.
“I think whispering would defeat the purpose,” she says.
“Then I’ll hold you close and holler something dirty.”
“As long as it works.”
I don’t hate the thought quite as much as I might like. I wonder how she’d react, whether she’d blush or recoil. Maybe both. Kat seems complicated.
“Home stretch,” I say, making myself relax back against the desk, banishing all thoughts of whispers. “The never list.”
“No touching in the swimsuit zone,” she says. “No weird PDA. No entering one another’s domiciles. No bed sharing.”
“That’s it?”
“I’m concise,” she says, and that glimmer of amusement is back. “And don’t ask for a definition of weird.”

About Roxie
I love writing sexy, alpha men and the headstrong women they fall for.

My weaknesses include: beards, whiskey, nice abs with treasure trails, sarcasm, cats, prowess in the kitchen, prowess in the bedroom, forearm tattoos, and gummi bears.

I live in California with my very own sexy, bearded, whiskey-loving husband and two hell-raising cats.

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