Passionate BidTierney O'Malley Erotic Romance: ContemporaryISBN: 978-1-60435-685-4Cover Artist: Red Rose™ PublishingEditor: Deatri King-BeyWord Count: 64,668Release Date: March 25, 2010 The destiny of a man Drop dead gorgeous veterinarian, Julian Ravenwood, has made a mistake--slept with a young virgin, Joanie Saint Claire. Forced to do the right thing, he marries her then leaves while she's still in her wedding gown. The fate of a young woman Joanie finds herself facing an altered life after her one night with Julian. She's left alone with a little bug who means the world to her. The spirit of an abandoned wife An opportunity to solve Joanie's problems comes when Julian shows up to serve her. She agrees to sign the divorce papers on one condition--he pay her one hundred thousand dollars. The unexpected love Julian can't believe it. His scrawny bride has grown into a seductive, attractive, and feisty woman he can't stop lusting after. And the secret she has kept rocks his world. Excerpt Joanie knew what she was doing that night. Considering he didn’t have scratches on him or any sign that she fought him, showed what was obvious—she willfully opened her legs to him. She, Joanie Saint Claire, did nothing to stop him from breaking her hymen that night therefore making her a contributor to his impending doom. Their doom. She should have screamed, clawed his face, and kicked his groin. But what did she do? Opened her legs wide then dug the soles of her feet on his ass. That last part he remembered well. Why? Who the fuck knows? Maybe it was that good. Hell. The word flew out of his mouth before he could stop himself. He heard Joanie breathe a deep intake, but before he could apologize, Father Keeley reprimanded him in his nasally sounded tone. “Watch your mouth, boy. You are in the house of God.” “Sorry, Father.” Fine, he’d been acting like a jerk since he arrived this afternoon, but he had his reason—he too was a victim in this mess. So whoever thought him was a jerk could go to hell. Not knowing what to do with his hands, he clasped them in front of him. Father Keeley scowled, his nostrils flaring. Julian raised his brows in silent question. What? Was he supposed to hold hands with Joanie? He glanced at Joanie. Her head bowed while picking the petals on her bouquet. Well, she wasn’t complaining so why offer his arm to his bride or touch her fingers? Besides touching Joanie was his downfall. Doing it again would be plain stupid. No way would he hold his unwanted bride’s hand. Not going to happen again, not in this fucking lifetime. Never. There wasn’t much he could do to prevent the wedding from happening, but at least he could show Saint Claire he opposed it. Old man Saint Claire was probably seething right now and wished he could pull out his gun from its hiding place to shoot him. But he knew better. The man was hell bent on seeing this wedding done and tightly sealed. He wanted to see Joanie married to save her reputation. What’s up with that? Losing virginity in the twenty-first century wasn’t a big deal anymore. Even girls in middle school let their boyfriend’s finger fuck or have sex with them. Virginity wasn’t that precious and important. Not to him. Obviously to some it was, he thought. Like Saint Claire and yeah, his grandma, who still valued morals. Christ, who would have thought, at this modern age, a woman who wasn’t promiscuous still existed? He often wondered what it was like to deflower a tight, untried woman. Now that he finally experienced it, he could only remember parts of the deed. Joanie was a virgin, but for goodness sake, he was so drunk he couldn’t tell how he’d broken her hymen. Was he rough, gentle? Did she cry like his friends told him virgins always do when they lost their precious maidenhead?
Erotic Romance: ContemporaryISBN: 978-1-60435-685-4Cover Artist: Red Rose™ PublishingEditor: Deatri King-BeyWord Count: 64,668Release Date: March 25, 2010
The destiny of a man
Drop dead gorgeous veterinarian, Julian Ravenwood, has made a mistake--slept with a young virgin, Joanie Saint Claire. Forced to do the right thing, he marries her then leaves while she's still in her wedding gown.
The fate of a young woman
Joanie finds herself facing an altered life after her one night with Julian. She's left alone with a little bug who means the world to her.
The spirit of an abandoned wife
An opportunity to solve Joanie's problems comes when Julian shows up to serve her. She agrees to sign the divorce papers on one condition--he pay her one hundred thousand dollars.
The unexpected love
Julian can't believe it. His scrawny bride has grown into a seductive, attractive, and feisty woman he can't stop lusting after. And the secret she has kept rocks his world.
Joanie knew what she was doing that night. Considering he didn’t have scratches on him or any sign that she fought him, showed what was obvious—she willfully opened her legs to him.
She, Joanie Saint Claire, did nothing to stop him from breaking her hymen that night therefore making her a contributor to his impending doom.
Their doom.
She should have screamed, clawed his face, and kicked his groin. But what did she do? Opened her legs wide then dug the soles of her feet on his ass. That last part he remembered well. Why? Who the fuck knows?
Maybe it was that good. Hell. The word flew out of his mouth before he could stop himself. He heard Joanie breathe a deep intake, but before he could apologize, Father Keeley reprimanded him in his nasally sounded tone.
“Watch your mouth, boy. You are in the house of God.”
“Sorry, Father.” Fine, he’d been acting like a jerk since he arrived this afternoon, but he had his reason—he too was a victim in this mess. So whoever thought him was a jerk could go to hell.
Not knowing what to do with his hands, he clasped them in front of him.
Father Keeley scowled, his nostrils flaring.
Julian raised his brows in silent question. What? Was he supposed to hold hands with Joanie? He glanced at Joanie. Her head bowed while picking the petals on her bouquet. Well, she wasn’t complaining so why offer his arm to his bride or touch her fingers?
Besides touching Joanie was his downfall. Doing it again would be plain stupid. No way would he hold his unwanted bride’s hand. Not going to happen again, not in this fucking lifetime. Never.
There wasn’t much he could do to prevent the wedding from happening, but at least he could show Saint Claire he opposed it. Old man Saint Claire was probably seething right now and wished he could pull out his gun from its hiding place to shoot him. But he knew better. The man was hell bent on seeing this wedding done and tightly sealed. He wanted to see Joanie married to save her reputation.
What’s up with that? Losing virginity in the twenty-first century wasn’t a big deal anymore. Even girls in middle school let their boyfriend’s finger fuck or have sex with them. Virginity wasn’t that precious and important. Not to him. Obviously to some it was, he thought. Like Saint Claire and yeah, his grandma, who still valued morals.
Christ, who would have thought, at this modern age, a woman who wasn’t promiscuous still existed? He often wondered what it was like to deflower a tight, untried woman. Now that he finally experienced it, he could only remember parts of the deed.
Joanie was a virgin, but for goodness sake, he was so drunk he couldn’t tell how he’d broken her hymen. Was he rough, gentle? Did she cry like his friends told him virgins always do when they lost their precious maidenhead?
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