Virginity Ruined Her Dating Life: Worth the Wait Preview

I’m very excited that my sophomore novel, Worth the Wait, debuts January 7, 2013. That’s only six weeks away! With the holidays, it’ll feel more like two weeks I’m sure. I haven’t blogged much about Worth the Wait and focused on my first novel. But now I’m ready to begin introducing you all to my new characters. I hope you enjoy Tasha and Jared’s road to love as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Blurb:

When a virgin frustrated by her nonexistent dating life, asks a playboy for a one-night stand, can they really ignore their attraction after the affair?

After Tasha Smith is dumped yet again because of her virginity, decides it’s time to stop saving herself for marriage and start dating like women in the twenty-first century. She sets out to find a man rumored to be good enough in bed to relieve her of the nuisance, but discreet enough to keep her request a secret. Jared Patterson seems like the perfect candidate. Yet after one searing kiss, she wonders if she’ll escape the night unscathed.

Jared’s job as a successful fitness instructor and entrepreneur has helped him keep a string of meaningless relationships from the east to the west coast. After learning the hard way that women can’t be trusted, he has no qualms going from one sex only relationship to the next. Although Tasha is one of the few types of women he avoids—a good girl—the man in him can’t turn down her tempting offer.

What starts out as a onetime thing quickly turns into an affair neither want to stop. But when an unexpected situation drastically alters their relationship, it leaves them both asking if it was Worth the Wait.

Excerpt:

CHAPTER 1

“Look, Tasha, It’s been fun going out with you, but unless we have sex tonight this needs to end right now.”

Tasha Smith’s jaw dropped. She stepped back from her date, clenching her keys in her hand. She was at the end of what was previously a nice dinner and movie date with Charles Worthington, a software developer her sister had introduced to her weeks before.

It’d been so nice that she had planned to invite him in for coffee, and only coffee, but apparently he wanted more.

She raised an eyebrow as her eyes narrowed in on him. “Excuse me?”

He tugged at the corner of his shirt and shifted slightly, his caramel skin and hazel eyes quickly losing their appeal. He stopped fidgeting and stood straighter, his stance becoming defensive, and she glared back.

“Look, it’s commendable that you’re a virgin, but I’m a man with needs. If you can’t satisfy those needs, then it’s best we move on.”

She looked away from Charles’s face to the silent street before her home. There were a few lights on in the other single family houses. Ten minutes earlier the cool night air and faint scent from the roses along her porch would have been romantic. But now they set the scene for another disappointing date. She’d hoped—in vain—that Charles would be different.

Her internal warning bells had gone off about Charles when he’d hinted around about spending the night after a heated kiss on their third date and then didn’t bother to hide his disappointment when she informed him of her virginal status. Of course he’d gone on to say it wasn’t a big deal, and previous experience should have reminded her that she’d heard it all before. His good job, good looks, and winning personality had muffled those bells. But once again, dating a woman who was saving herself for marriage had put too much commitment pressure on a member of the male species. She knew only one way to deal with Charles.

She relaxed her stance and smiled at him. “You’re right. You do have needs and I shouldn’t have ignored them.”

His face brightened. “I’m glad you said that. I’m willing to wait a little bit longer. I mean, you are fine as hell.” His gaze swept over her body. “If you want to hook a brother up with a blow job, that’s cool.”

She fought the urge to roll her eyes and leaned closer. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”   He took a step closer. “Hell yeah.”

She reached out and put her hands on his shoulders. “Then you know what you can do? You can go suck your own damn dick,” she snapped as she shoved him to the ground ass first. “When I do give it up you’ll be the last person to get it.”

She turned and stormed into her house.

Once inside, she wanted to scream. The routine was beyond annoying. Every guy she dated was either overly fascinated to find a grown woman who was still a virgin, or ran away as if she carried the plague.

She was tired of the novelty of it. It had been easier to save herself when she was younger with hopes of meeting prince charming. But at twenty-nine, she didn’t feel the same satisfaction from being different from the girls in high school and college who’d slept with any guy who looked their way. As her thirtieth birthday approached, with no marriage prospects in sight, being a virgin wasn’t much fun, it was a burden.

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