Example Social Media Posts:
✨ Grumpy guy seeks quiet, low-maintenance roommate… gets sunshine in short shorts instead. ✨
Keith just wanted solitude. Then Sam moved in.
Now every smile ruins his peace. Every laugh? Torture.
He swore he’d keep his distance. He lied.
💔 Unspoken feelings
🔥 Smoldering tension
🏠 One apartment
👀 One bed? Maybe…
👉 Roommates with Benefits is your next addictive read if you love:
✅ Grumpy/sunshine
✅ Dad bods with heart
✅ Deep emotional healing
✅ That delicious moment when friendship tips over into more…
📖 Find out more: https://lmoone.com/books/roommates-with-benefits/
Example Post #2
He keeps his head down. She makes him look up.
Sam is too sweet, too bright, too everything.
She’s also his new roommate.
And Keith? He’s one breath away from breaking every rule he set for himself.
He thinks he’s not worthy of her.
She thinks he’s everything.
💔 Past trauma
🔥 Unrequited pining
💡 A quiet love story that simmers until it erupts
If you love cinnamon roll heroes with broody exteriors and sunshine heroines who refuse to give up, Roommates with Benefits will hit you right in the feels.
🛏️ Move in now → https://lmoone.com/books/roommates-with-benefits/
Example Post #3
👀 He wanted a quiet roommate. She brought sunshine, short shorts… and chaos. Now he’s grumpy, flustered, and one step from falling apart. Roommates with Benefits brings the heat with forced proximity, a sunshine heroine, and a tortured dad bod hero who doesn’t stand a chance. 👉 https://lmoone.com/books/roommates-with-benefits/
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Blurb:
First she invades my home, then she steals my heart.
I thought I was getting a quiet, low-maintenance guy as a roommate. Someone who’d pay rent on time, keep to themselves, and not disrupt my carefully guarded solitude. Then she showed up.
Sam. Petite, honey brown hair, and so radiant it hurts to look at her. She’s all smiles and sunshine, while I’m standing there wondering how to back out of our agreement without being a total bastard. But she’s desperate for a place to stay, and I—idiot that I am—can’t bring myself to refuse.
Now every day is torture. Her laughter echoes through my apartment. Her smile sneaks under my skin. And her tiny tank tops and short shorts are definitely sending me straight to hell. She deserves someone better—not a grumpy, broken mess of a man who can’t even look her in the eye without wanting things he shouldn’t.
I’ll keep my head down, avoid eye contact, and definitely not think about how soft her lips look. Yeah… this is going to end well.
Grumpy, tortured hero. Sunshine roommate with a traumatic past. Unrequired feelings galore. Roommates with Benefits delivers forced proximity at its finest, until neither can stand it anymore. Move in with Keith and Sam now, because things are about to get messy.
Excerpt:
* Keith *
‘Okay, great! I’m looking forward to seeing the room later today.’
That’s the last message I got from Sam, the guy who’s about 99% ready to become my new roommate. I didn’t expect my ad to get an answer so quickly. Neither could I have foreseen that we’d have so much in common. A quiet sort of a guy and a homebody, Sam is an aspiring fantasy writer who’s covering the bills with freelance content writing gigs. Clearly, he’s a total geek like me. He’d be home a lot while I’d be at work, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. At least it’ll make life easier having someone to accept deliveries while I’m out.
Plus, my long-suffering bank account is desperate for the cash injection. Ever since Damien moved out once he finally got together with Jill, I’ve been covering the rent alone. And it’s been a tough ten months. At first I enjoyed the peace and quiet, but now… Either I get a roommate in, or I’ll have to downsize to a studio somewhere. Moving all my gear to a new place? No thanks.
I’m just about done vacuuming Damien’s old room, when the doorbell rings. That’ll be him. Fingers crossed he’s ready to move as quickly as he said in his correspondence, or at least he pays me some advance before next month’s rent is due.
I open the door, still trying to get my hopes in check, when my mind goes blank.
“Umm, can I help you?” I ask.
The petite brunette with the wavy highlights waiting outside flashes a bright smile my way. “Keith? I thought you’d be expecting me. I’m Sam.”
She stretches her hand out at me. Flustered, I shake it.
“Uh, yeah. Hi, Sam.”
Oh fuck. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
“I didn’t think you’d be—” I stammer.
“Am I early? I have a tendency to be late, but I didn’t want to start off on the wrong foot, so I left early. I hope it’s not a bother.”
Female. I didn’t think you’d be female. But I can’t very well say that, can I? Ugh.
“No bother at all. Umm, so…”
“So… Can I come in to see the room?” She smiles again, and my heart starts to race. God, she’s got the most beautiful, radiant smile, exposing a row of perfectly aligned white teeth, except for her left canine, which is very slightly out of line. Somehow that little imperfection makes her all the more attractive. And her eyes… Brown yet sparkly, like burning embers. I’m too terrified to look at any other part of her, because if I do, I might find it impossible to look away again.
“Yeah. Yep. That’s what you’re here for…” I mumble.
Fuck, I’m so screwed. I should tell her right now that she isn’t what I’m looking for in a roommate. Even if I’ll definitely end up in debt covering the rent alone this month.
“I’m so glad you could fit me in so quickly. I’ve been looking for a while, ever since I had to move out of my last place.” She shuffles left to right, as if she’s leaving the real story unspoken. “Anyway, as I’ve mentioned in my messages, I’ve been sleeping on a friend’s couch for a good long while now and it’s becoming unmanageable. If I don’t get out of her hair quickly, there might not be any friendship left, know what I mean?”
“Uh-huh, yeah.” I nod, but I have no idea what she’s even saying.
She smiles again. And I just can’t. I can’t look at her. I can’t look away. I can’t think. And I definitely can’t say what needs to be said.
“Well, the room is through here…” I say, while leading the way across the hallway. “The living room is over there, and the open plan kitchen. And there’s the bathroom, right in between both the bedrooms…”
She opens the bedroom door first and looks around. “You weren’t kidding. It’s pretty spacious, so it won’t be a problem to fit a small desk and office chair in here as a writing setup!”
“Yep.” Crap. She likes it.
“So, I’m sure you’ll be wondering, but I’m not the type to hog the bathroom for hours every morning,” she says. “Such are the advantages of freelancing. I get to be a total slob and stay in my pajamas all day, so you’ll have it all to yourself before going to work.”
“Mhm.”
“The living room is pretty big too. Love your couch. It’s so inviting here. Already feels a bit like home,” she muses.
Oh God. I should say something. I should say something right now.
“I think…” I start.
She turns around, and looks up at me with big, expectant eyes. And I’m mute. This is going to be impossible.
“Sounds like you like it,” I say instead.
Her smile widens. I find myself staring at her left canine, which has just come into view. “I don’t like it, I love it.”
Crap.
“And to emphasize just how much I love it, I’ve got your one month advance right here.” She hands me an envelope of cash, which I take, because… Because I’m a fucking idiot, that’s why. “I don’t have a whole lot of stuff, just a couple of bags of clothes, so I’m pretty much ready to move in immediately. Just one more thing.”
“Yeah, what’s that?” I ask.
“The kitchen. Are you very particular about people using the kitchen?”
“Umm, I’m not sure I follow.”
“Oh, in some flat shares, they don’t want you to cook certain things, because of smells, you know? Or some people prefer to have the area to themselves a lot if they like to cook. It can become a whole thing.”
I shake my head. “I basically just use the fridge and the microwave. I’m more of a takeout and frozen dinners kind of a guy.”
She smiles again. “I actually love to cook, more so for others. So if you’re game, you might end up saving a bunch of money on takeout!”
I don’t quite know what to say to that either, so I don’t say anything. Meanwhile she’s grinning at me like she’s completely unaware of what that does to me. In fact, she seems completely unaware of what her entire presence does to me. This is my home. My sanctuary. I can’t have a girl in here! And I certainly can’t have her in here. She’s too… She’s too cheerful; too sweet. She’s too… She’s fucking gorgeous, is what she is. And now that she’s turned around to wander through the kitchen, lightly brushing her fingertips over the empty counter space, I’m treated with an uninterrupted view of her shapely behind covered in purple lycra leggings. And that’s too much too. My heart skips a few beats, as something else stirs. A deeper, darker desire.
I can’t have her in here. In my home. In my life.
And yet… I can’t bring myself to say no to her either.
“I guess that’s it then,” I hear myself say.
“Yeah, I guess so, roommate!” she responds with another smile.