Josh and Hazel is live! Happy Book Birthday!!
Josh and hazel are definitely not dating…no matter how often they end up in bed together.
HAPPY BOOK BIRTHDAY!! How did we get here, guys? Seriously, book twenty-one. Is this why our hair is gray? It is, isn’t it.
Before we get to the prologue, a few updates:
We turned in the second draft of the Roomies script! Can we say we love it? Because we really love it. The changes have made the story stronger, and it’s so adorably sexy that we might actually die seeing it on screen.
We’re doing a mini tour to celebrate Josh and Hazel. We’ll be in NYC and DC this month, but check our EVENTS page to see if we’ll be near you, too.
We’re doing a Facebook Live TODAY. We’ll be giving away copies of Josh and Hazel, an ENTIRE SET OF OUR BOOKS, INCLUDING THE IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND BELOVED, and an early early earlyyyyy copy of our next book, My Favorite Half-Night Stand (Dec 4, 2018). Everyone who shows up and comments will be entered.
Speaking of Half-Night. You can enter to win 1 of 50 early copies. Enter on Goodreads, and add it to your TO READ list while you’re there.
And we think that’s it! Thank you so much for following us on this crazy adventure, and always cheering us on. If you read Josh and Hazel, please leave us a review on your favorite retail site. Retail algorithms are (terrible) crazy things, and if a book doesn’t reach a certain number of reviews within a given time, it isn’t as prominent in search results. It blows. *heart kite*
We love you. You’re perfect. Happy book birthday! We hope you pick up Josh and Hazel, and we hope you love this book as much as we do.
PROLOGUE
HAZEL CAMILLE BRADFORD
Before we get started, there are a few things you should know about me:
1. I am both broke and lazy—a terrible combination.
2. I am perpetually awkward at parties and in an effort to relax will probably end up drinking until I’m topless.
3. I tend to like animals more than people.
4. I can always be counted on to do or say the worst possible thing in a delicate moment.
In summary, I am superb at making an ass out of myself.
At the outset, this should explain how I have successfully never dated Josh Im: I have made myself entirely undatable in his presence.
For instance, the first time we met, I was eighteen and he was twenty and I vomited on his shoes.
Surprising no one who was there (and consistent with point number two, above), I don’t remember this night, but trust me—Josh does. Apparently I’d toppled an entire folding table of drinks mere minutes after arriving at my first real college party, and retreated to the shame corner with my fellow freshmen, where I could drown my embarrassment in the remaining cheap alcohol.
When Josh tells this story he makes sure to mention that before I threw up on his shoes, I charmed him with a dazed “You are the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, and I would be honored to give you sex tonight.”
I chased down the bitter taste of his horrified silence with a badly advised body shot of triple sec off Tony Bialy’s abs. Five minutes later, I was vomiting all over everything, including Josh.
It didn’t end there. A year later, I was a sophomore, and Josh was a senior. By then I’d learned you don’t do shots of triple sec, and when a sock is slid over the doorknob, it means your roommate is getting laid, so don’t come in.
Unfortunately, Josh didn’t speak sock, and I didn’t know he was rooming with Mike Stedermeier, star quarterback and the guy I was currently banging. Currently banging, as in that very moment. Which is why the second time I met Josh Im, he walked into his dorm room to find me naked, bent over his couch, going for it on fourth and long.
But I would say the best example comes from a little story we like to call The Email Incident.
Spring semester of my sophomore year, Josh was my anatomy TA. Up until that point, I’d known he was good-looking, but I’d had no idea that he was actually amazing. He held extra office hours to help people who fell behind. He shared his old notes with us and held study sessions at coffee shops before exams. He was smart, and funny, and laid-back in a way I already knew I would never master.
We were all infatuated with him, but for me it went deeper: Josh Im became my blueprint for Perfect. I wanted to be his friend.
So, I’d just had my wisdom teeth out. I was convinced beforehand that it would be simple: pull a few teeth, take a few ibuprofen, call it a day. But as it happens, my teeth were impacted and I had to be knocked out for their removal. I woke up later at home, in a painkiller-induced sweat, with hollow aching caves in my mouth, cheeks full of cotton tubes, and the frantic recollection that I had a paper due in two days.
Ignoring my mom’s suggestion that she soberly send one for me, I composed and sent the following email, which Josh currently has printed out and framed in his bathroom:
Dera Josh.,
In class you sed that if we email you our paper you would look over them. I wanted to send you my paper and I put it in my calendar so as not forget. But the thing that happened is that I had a witsdom tooth out actually all of them. I have tried very hard in this clas and have a solid B (!!!). You are very smart and I nknw that I will do better if you help me. Can I have a few extra days???? I’m not feeling very well with this pills and please I know that you can’t make exceptions for all the pope but if you do it for me this one thing I will give all my wishes in a fountain for youfrom now on
i love you,
Hazel Bradford (it’s Hazel not Haley like you said it’s ok don’t be embearassed emberessed sad)
Incidentally, he also has his reply printed out, and framed just below it: Hazel-not-Haley, I can make this exception. And don’t worry, I’m not embarrassed. It’s not like I puked in your shoes or rolled around naked on your couch.
Josh
It was at this moment precisely that I knew Josh and I were destined to be best friends and I could never, ever mess it up by trying to sleep with him.
Unfortunately, he graduated, and sleeping with him wouldn’t be a problem because it would be nearly a decade before I saw him again. You’d think in that time I would have become less of a hot mess, or he would have forgotten all about Hazel-not-Haley Bradford.
You’d be wrong.
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