L.H. Cosway has a BA in English Literature and Greek and Roman Civilisation and an MA in Postcolonial Literature. She lives in Dublin city. Her inspiration to write comes from music. Her favourite things in life include writing stories, vintage clothing, dark cabaret music, food, musical comedy, and of course, books.
She thinks that imperfect people are the most interesting kind. They tell the best stories.
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Penny Reid’s days are spent writing federal grant proposals for biomedical research; her evenings are either spent playing dress-up and mad-scientist with her three people-children (boy-9, girl-6, tiny dictator-8 months), or knitting with her knitting group at the local coffee shop. Please feel free to drop her a line. She'd be happy to hijack your thoughts!
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Sneak Peek: The Cad and the Co-ed
By L.H. Cosway and Penny Reid
CHAPTER 1
Eilish
I’m a smart girl.
If you'd asked me prior to last night whether I believed in love at first sight, I would’ve replied with an emphatic no.
Maybe even a hell no.
I was not and never had been a romantic sort. The term life partner sounded like a life sentence. Perhaps it was due to my time at an all-female Catholic boarding school prior to enrolling in Brown two years ago. Most of my classmates saw a cute boy and lost their mind.
Whereas boys reminded me of my brothers. And my brothers were all stuffy arseholes who’d married for money and stature. For that matter, so were my brothers-in-law. Whatever the reason, men struck me as strange beings.
With the exception of my one cousin who I considered more a brother than any of my own, I’d never met a man under sixty who I respected. Especially not one worthy of the giggling, swooning ridiculousness my classmates and girlfriends back as school bestowed on these undeserving creatures.
But that was before last night.
Before I’d danced with Bryan Leech under the influence of candlelight and champagne. Before he’d compared me to a rose and gazed at me as though I was flawless. Before he’d kissed me dizzy in the gardens. Before he’d spread my legs and worshipped me with his lips and tongue, seducing me beneath a blanket of stars. Before he’d taken me to his suite and made love to me.
It was also before I’d lost my virginity.
But now it was the next morning, after the most wonderful, most meaningful, most amazing night of my life, and I was completely and helplessly in love.
I awoke with a start, disoriented at first, wondering if it had been a dream. But then I saw Bryan and felt a twinge of soreness between my legs. My heart slowed then skipped, relief and wistful warmth spreading through my veins and limbs. He was still asleep, his long body curled around a pillow.
I couldn’t help it. I exhaled a dreamy sigh, smiled, suppressing my desire to reach out and smooth his tousled hair. He looked so perfect bathed in the soft light of morning.
God! He was so gorgeous. It wasn’t just his perfect athletic body, or the strong line of his jaw, or the mesmerizing jade green of his eyes. It was everything. He was everything.
I’d become what I’d scorned in the past. But now I got it. Oh boy, did I get it.
How he looked at me like I was the only woman in the world. How he’d asked me questions and listened—really listened—to me. How he touched me and watched my response with baited breath, like he couldn’t get enough of me. How patient he’d been the night before, how skilled and tender. How he’d made my first time perfect for me. How he’d kissed and held me after, told me he loved me, told me I was flawless to him.
How could I resist?
I was having the oddest, most fanciful notions. His soul was my missing piece. Our hearts, together, had found a home in each other. He was my other half. He was meant for me.