Lace decides she has to make up for Dean’s sudden predicament and invites him to move in with her—she could use the rent. She doesn’t expect Dean to be as sexy as he is. But with his habit of walking around shirtless and his swoon-worthy body she suddenly needs to get a grip on her hormones. Losing her virginity to Dean becomes Lace’s top priority if she can win Dean’s trust and show him he means just as much to her minus his parents’ wealth.
Dean St. James can’t believe a single blog post ruined his comfortable life. He’s forced to look for another place when his parents kick him out of their apartment. In a moment of total insanity, Dean confronts the writer of the damaging blog post and is surprised when she offers him a place. Dean needs balls of steel if he’s going to live with the sexy writer especially since she has a penchant for a silk robe that falls open and flashes him the sexiest body he’s ever seen.
It can’t be. I blink before pushing my hair off my face and take a closer look. There’s a hunk on my doorstep. Maybe I’ve fallen asleep and woken up in an alternate reality. Shit, he’s gorgeous. His sun-kissed golden skin is flawless. He takes a long, sweeping look at me before he places one muscled arm on his slim hip and poses like a book boyfriend in my doorway.
An ice draft chills me. Crap. I pull the ends of my robe together to prevent another peep show and try to figure out who he is. And I had to flash him. Thank God, I’ve waxed. My face heats up all over again. I’ll bet he loved my little impromptu show. I wish his presence didn’t make my insides tingle or dry up my mouth. I’ve never had a guy look at me appreciatively or light up wildfires in remote places I never knew existed inside me with a single glance. And those eyes…Jesus… His eyes remind me of liquid fire.
My blood hums before the pit of my tummy trembles and spreads through my veins quicker than liquid lava. I’m wet in seconds, and I have to clamp my legs together just in case any telltale juices leak down my legs. Alison’s right. I need to have sex before I go totally crazy and start dry humping guys. I don’t think this sex only after marriage thing is going to work for me much longer. Heck, I must be the oldest virgin on the planet.
“Where is she?” His voice cuts through my dazed thoughts.
What does he want with me?
A gazillion possibilities race through my head. What if he’s a stalker? I’ve had a few crazies send me creepy messages via my social media accounts. None have had the guts to show up on my doorstep… Besides Mr. Book Boyfriend doesn’t look at all crazy. He seems to be as furious as hell, though.
“I don’t know any Lace.”
Sheritha is thirty-something South African writer. She lives on the Kwa-Zulu Natal North Coast where winter is almost non – existent. She has been writing since the age of twelve and often spaced out during Math and biology while dreaming up new plots for her many romance novels. Sheritha shares her home with her family and two canines.
Sheritha is currently developing Lace Higgins’s writing career. There are plenty sexy stories for Lace to write.
Sheritha’s publishing credits include:
Cherish – Lycaon Press http://www.lycaonpress.com
Witch Apprentice – Crimson Volume 2 Anthology short story – writing as Lace Higgins. http://www.breathlesspress.com
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