Sometimes, a chance meeting is just the push you need in order to break free from the darkness within…
My name is Emma, I’m 23, and I’ve never been kissed. I’m no virgin…But kissing is too intimate, too intense, and I don’t want that – not ever. I like sex, though, and most of my hook-ups don’t seem to mind the no-kissing part.
But then I meet Daniel, who’s such a geek, and definitely not the kind of guy I’d normally take an interest to. He’s the shy, quiet type, but with such a charming smile, and he makes my heart race – something I’ve never experienced before.
Daniel has his own issues to work through, and I know my hardened heart shouldn’t melt when he looks at me. I really shouldn’t be falling for him, either, but somehow, he manages to tear down my walls, and I’m scared…because once he learns my secrets, he’ll want nothing to do with me.
All I know is that Daniel makes me feel things that I have never felt before – but do I dare let down my walls and confide in him?
Will I let him be my first kiss?
This is my story, and I’ll reveal everything in my own sweet time…
Just don’t expect all the hearts-and-flowers stuff.
Life is messy, and mine is no different…
INSPIRED BY TRUE EVENTS
***Due to possible ‘triggers’ and adult situations (yes, there is lots of sex in this book) it is not recommended to persons under the age of 18.
Thinking back on my hook-up with Kristian last night, I snort and shake my head. I’d been to a posh club downtown, sipping on a drink at the bar when he’d sat down beside me, and told me his name before offering to buy me a new one.
“I buy my own drinks, thank you.” I’d smiled cheekily at him while taking another sip of my gin & tonic.
He chuckled and waved a finger at the bartender standing close by.
“Well, then,” Kristian said. “May I join you?”
I placed a hand on his arm, subtly leaning my body closer to his, pushing out my boobs in the process.
“Of course. I like the look of you.”
Kristian blinked before bursting out with laughter, and I smiled confidently at him, satisfied with my choice for the night.
He turned his body closer to mine and then asked if I wanted to dance with him. Instead of answering him, I stood up, took his hand in mine and lead him onto the dance floor, picking a perfect spot amidst other young, drunk people that were out to have a good time. I turned and put my arms around his neck, shamelessly plastering my body to his, and when he put his arms around my waist, I made sure to run my fingers through his longish hair as we became lost in the music pulsing around us. It didn’t take long before I let the beat of the music take over, and, as usual, the alcohol flowing through my body helped loosening me up, and I became bolder. When I ran my tongue lightly up his neck, he hummed, grabbing my arse while pressing his erection into my tummy, and I knew then that I’d found the man who would be able to dull the need in me for sex.
Men can be so easy. All I have to do to catch their attention is to act with confidence, bat my eyes a bit, and stop holding back from touching their bodies even if I don’t particular enjoy that part in the beginning of my seduction. Once I’m lost in the throes of passion, it’s a different story altogether, because I have one goal in mind alone. Chasing the fire coursing through my veins until I reach the end, my need quenched once more.
Kristian was no different than the rest of them, but I have to admit that he left me feeling more satisfied, physically that is, than many of them have done in the past.
About Karen Ferry
Karen Ferry is a thirty-something writer, wife to a quiet, laidback man, and mother to a gorgeous, stubborn, redheaded girl who keeps her parents on their toes.
Karen tends to have a short fuse if she does not get a proper caffeine fix first thing in the mornings, but she is, in fact, a gentle person deep down.
Karen loves Italian food and wine, travelling, and spending time with her family. When she is not writing, she reads – her favourite genres are New Adult, Contemporary Romance, Erotica and Romantic Suspense. She can never get enough of romance. Or of too many book boyfriends, either.
Even though Karen is Danish, she has always felt more at ease writing stories in English, and she has not read a book in her native tongue in over ten years.
She can be very outspoken and a complete fan girl of other authors online but will, in fact, be very shy once she meets you in person.