I have been so blessed to become immersed in the indie book scene. Throughout it all, a few steadfast friends have encouraged me and kept me sane. Sabrina Paige, Jordan Marie, Cora Brent and Jess Peterson, thank you for making me laugh on this crazy journey! And for kicking my butt when necessary.
I am so lucky to have worked on this book with my photographer Shauna Kruse of Kruse Images & Photography, cover artist Margreet Asselbergs of Rebel Edit & Design and of course our wonderful cover model Craig Gerish. And again (!!!) the amazing Jess Peterson of Breathless Book Promotions for guiding me through the promotional process. Thank you all, you sexy things!
Check out the links at the end of this book for more information on all of them!
Of course, to everyone at Pincushion Press: I would not be here without you. I often wonder how I got to be so lucky.
And to my amazing team of fans who nudged me to hurry up and release a new book and continue spread the word: this is for you!
Xoxox,
Joanna
Chapter One
Clay
I stared at the girl kneeling in front of me. Her light blond head was bobbing up and down on my cock with more enthusiasm than skill. My lips curled a bit into my signature sneer. I couldn't help it. Jessica was boring the fuck out of me.
"Not now babe."
"But Clay-"
I tucked my dick back into my pants.
"I said, not now. I have to pack."
I turned around and didn't turn back until I heard the door open and close behind me. I didn't have to feel bad about it. Yeah, I still had a semi, but if that's the best she could inspire, it wasn't worth my time.
I judged a situation, a girl, on how hard my dick got.
The first few times with Jessica had been after, or during, parties at my Frat house, Sigma Kau Delta. So I'd been more than a little inebriated. Jess was hot, so I'd chalked it up to Whiskey Dick. But when she started popping over to my room unannounced, I'd started to get bored.
After all, she wasn't the only chick I was banging on the regs. I had plenty of girls to chose from, and if all she gave me was a semi, then she wasn't getting another ride on Mr. Fancy.
I smiled and tossed a stack of freshly laundered polo shirts into my duffle bag. Besides, there was lots to 'inspire' me back home. Girls I'd banged in High School. Girls I hadn't banged in High School. Even that little cutie who lived on my father's estate.
I chuckled and whipped out my phone, pulling up her number.
Nevada, also known as Mouse. A stripper name if I ever heard one. But she wasn't like that. She was quiet, shy, sweet even. And her big hazel eyes had been following me around since she and her single mother had moved into the apartment above the garage. I snickered. I'd always teased the girl that she was lucky she didn't live in the regular servants quarters, behind the stables. Because it smelled like horse shit over there.
I punched out a text, deciding I might give her the time of day this summer. Maybe she'd even get a taste of the good stuff. Me.
Miss me?
I dropped my phone into my pocket and went back to packing. I didn't need to wait for a response. I knew damn well she had missed me.
She always did.
Nevada
I stared at my phone, frowning. Lucy raised an eyebrow.
"Another guy Nev?"
"Yeah. I mean, not really."
I smiled sheepishly at my roommate and picked up the dustpan again.
"Sorry. A guy from home."
"Uh huh. I thought you said you were a late bloomer."
"I was! I am I mean. He's just... a friend."
Lucy laughed.
"A friend whose mind is going to be blown when he sees you all grown up?"
A blush tinged my cheeks. I'd gone away to freshman year in the fall as a skinny little 17 year old. Now I was 18 and I'd somehow, miraculously, finally grown up. My mother had told me it would happen eventually but I hadn't believed her.
Up until seven months ago, I'd been flat as a pancake and smooth as a stick.
But not any longer.
Now, I stopped traffic with my figure. My long honey colored hair and big eyes only added to the allure, or so I was told. Not to mention the fact that I didn't put out. Not yet anyway.
I'd become quite the hot commodity on campus but I wasn't really impressed by all the attention. It's what was inside that counted anyway. I guess people always wanted what they couldn't have. But either way, I couldn't help hoping that he saw me that way too.
Clayton Westfield.
The bane of my existence.
Also the sexiest man I'd ever laid eyes on.
I sighed, admitting the truth to myself. I had been hoping he noticed that I'd finally grown up. Just for the satisfaction of seeing the look on his face.
"I hope so."
"I'm sure. Just don't forget, books before boys."