Get Ready to Swoon Over 'The American Roommate Experiment' With This Steamy Rosie and Lucas Excerpt

Move over, Lina and Aaron! There’s a brand new book couple coming, and we can’t get enough of them. Fans have been counting down the days until the follow-up to Elena Armas’ The Spanish Love Deception—aka The American Roommate Experiment—is released, and now the wait is almost over for the book that’ll absolutely make you wish you were moving in with your best friend’s hot cousin.

Cosmopolitan has an exclusive first look at The American Roommate Experiment, which will be released on September 6, 2022. But before you find out what Rosie and Lucas are up to, here’s the official book description from Atria Books:

Before you run to preorder the sequel and start a re-read of The Spanish Love Deception, don’t miss out on the exclusive excerpt below. Check it out!

An Excerpt From The American Roommate Experiment
By Elena Armas

“You really didn’t need to prepare the couch for me, Rosie.”

Lucas’s voice came from somewhere behind me. I was ready to tell him he had another thing coming if he thought he’d be sleeping on the couch again, that I was preparing it for myself, but the words died on the tip of my tongue when I turned and encountered the sight before me.

It wasn’t naked calves.

It was far, far better than that.

It was Lucas. In sweatpants—gray sweatpants—and a thin cotton tee.

But the sweatpants.

They hung low on his hips, and the fabric clung to his legs. His oh-so-not-naked calves. And his two strong-looking thighs. And those much, much more interesting parts that hung right in between.

And I— Jesus, what the hell was I doing?

There were about a hundred rules in the Roommate Handbook for Civil and Not Creepy Cohabitation that I might have broken by looking at his crotch. Even through the fabric of his sweats. Which wasn’t leaving much to my—

“Rosie?”

Feeling my cheeks flaming hot, I dragged my gaze back to his face.

Lucas was smiling. Grinning, really. As big as I’d ever seen.

“Sorry,” I breathed out, the blush I knew was covering my face spreading throughout my whole body. “Did you . . . hum . . . Did you say something?”

He crossed his arms over his chest and the cotton of his shirt stretched. Goddammit. “I said many things, if I’m being honest.”

“Oh, okay.” I swallowed. “Anything . . . important that we should discuss?”

He pointed behind me. “Yeah, that you’re not sleeping there. But that’s not open for discussion.”

“Why not?” I frowned. “It was part of the deal.”

Lucas drifted in my direction. Leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world to stroll across the small studio. He stopped only when he was right in front of me.

“Rosie,” he said in a low, warning voice that made my stomach flop for some reason. “Take the bed.” He smiled, but it wasn’t lighthearted and fun. “Don’t make me fight you over this. Because I will.”

How? That part of me that had my stomach flip-flopping wanted to ask him. How would you fight me exactly?

But instead, I murmured, “Fine.” I decamped to the bed on the other side of the studio. I huffed as I threw the covers back and slipped in. “We’ll see who takes it tomorrow night.”

“We’ll see,” he added right before turning the lights off. “Roomie.”

I heard Lucas ruffle with his blankets, and I forced my eyelids shut so I wouldn’t search for his shape in the dark. So I wouldn’t make a big deal out of this. Lucas Martín, sleeping a few feet away from me. In his outrageous gray sweatpants.

“Rosie?” he called, in what couldn’t have been more than a minute later. “Are you still awake?”

My eyelids lifted. “Yeah.”

“Me, too.”

I laughed lightly. “It’s only been about . . . sixty-five seconds since we turned the lights off, so I’d be surprised if you were sound asleep.”

“I could be narcoleptic for all you know, smarty-pants.”

“Are you?”

“Nah,” he answered, and I had no choice but to smile at the ceiling. “Hey, Rosie?”

Turning onto my side, I stared in the direction of the couch. I could barely make him in the dark, but I still looked. “Yes, Lucas?”

“How many pages away from your dream are you?”

I thought about all the words I hadn’t written today. About how I’ll need to recalculate my daily goal again. Just like I had to do every day.

“Writers count in words and not pages.”

I heard a deep hmmm, before he countered, “So how many words away from your dream, then?”

Many. “Still a few.”

Only meeting a word count wasn’t the problem, wasn’t it? It was about so much more than just that. It was about writing. Inspiration. Or the lack of both things.

Neither of us said anything for a long time and then, when I was no longer sure whether he was asleep or not, I heard him say, “Buenas noches, Rosie.”

Copyright © 2022 by Elena Armas. From THE AMERICAN ROOMMATE EXPERIMENT: A Novel by Elena Armas. Reprinted by permission of Atria Books, a Division of Simon & Schuster, Inc.

The American Roommate Experiment: A Novel, by Elena Armas will be released on September 6, 2022. To preorder the book, click on the retailer of your choice:

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