Blurb
Short,
skinny tomboy Kim hasn’t had a boyfriend for a while. In fact, not
since she fell in love with her best friend. The trouble is, her best
friend is Serena, a beautiful, big Italian goddess who’s engaged to
be married.
Or was, at least. Until yesterday, when her fiancĂ© finally confessed to myriad infidelities, laying the blame squarely on the size of Serena’s curvaceous ass.
As emotional therapy, the girls head away for a long weekend at a remote beach house. Just the two of them. No guys, no work, no distractions.
No inhibitions.
Can Kim work past her own fear and body issues to remind Serena just how damn sexy she really is?
Or was, at least. Until yesterday, when her fiancĂ© finally confessed to myriad infidelities, laying the blame squarely on the size of Serena’s curvaceous ass.
As emotional therapy, the girls head away for a long weekend at a remote beach house. Just the two of them. No guys, no work, no distractions.
No inhibitions.
Can Kim work past her own fear and body issues to remind Serena just how damn sexy she really is?
Excerpt
I
jumped into the shower to wash the salt from my body. As I dipped my
head under the jet, the roar of the running water filled my head, to
the point that I didn’t realize Serena had come into the bathroom
until she spoke.
“Ugh! Disgusting!”
“Fuck,
you scared me!” I pushed open the shower door just a crack and my
breath caught in my chest. She was naked. My beautiful, curvy best
friend stood before me, completely naked. With her bottom turned
toward me, she studied her hips and thighs in the mirror, slapping at
her skin and making hypnotic waves. The trembling in my hands—in my
entire body—made it almost impossible to shut off the water.
“Say
what you like about him, Wade was right about one thing. I’m
getting huge. I look like gnocchi.”
I
squeezed my lips together, but the words forced themselves out.
“I
love gnocchi.”
She
smiled and looked at me in the mirror. Her eyes moved like blown
feathers as she scanned every bare inch of me. It was all I could do
to stand still under the intensity of her gaze, when all I wanted was
to run and hide. Or dive head first into her welcoming arms and kiss
her until Monday.
She hooked her hair behind her ears and filled
me with a smile. “God, I’d love to have a body like yours.”
“What,
this old thing? Got it cheap from a ten-year-old boy. He grew out of
it.”
The
magic of laughter rippled superbly through her body. “I mean it!
You can wear anything.”
“Yeah...dolls’
clothes, those little puppy sweaters...”
She
frowned and faced me. The real me, not the scared little girl in the
mirror. “You’re being silly again. Stop it.”
“Anything
you say, your majesty.”
“You
don’t see it, do you? How beautiful you are.”
“Me?”
“Yes,
you. Is it really so hard to admit to yourself?”
Of
course it was, when I compared myself to her. Deflection was my only
hope. “Look who’s talking, Miss Gnocchi.”
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About
the Author
Willsin Rowe falls
in love with a scent, a playful expression or an act of casual
intimacy more easily than with physical beauty. When confronted by
any combination of those elements he is a lost cause.
He has done many things over and over, done even more things only once, and half-done more things than he cares to admit. He loves to sing and doesn't let his voice get in the way.
He is intelligent but not sensible. He is passionate but fearful. He is not scruffy enough or stylish enough to be cool.
He has done many things over and over, done even more things only once, and half-done more things than he cares to admit. He loves to sing and doesn't let his voice get in the way.
He is intelligent but not sensible. He is passionate but fearful. He is not scruffy enough or stylish enough to be cool.
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2 comments:
Thank you so much for sneaking me in, Lisabet! I've had several folks telling me it's their favourite of all my stories. I have no doubt it was your own fine editing work which makes that the case.
Oh please! All I did was polish an already shining jewel.
It's a lovely story.
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