Who knew it would so hard to get a twenty-something man to have sex?
Forced by her employer to take a three month sabbatical, workaholic Tori Warren makes a checklist of things to accomplish which will make the time off worthwhile.
Get into the best shape of her life. Have the most fun of her life. Oh, and have the best sex of her life.
Sexy young Adam comes into her life at just the right time. A physical trainer with a loving-life personality, he should work nicely in helping her meet all three goals. He'd be especially perfect for the best sex. Now if he would only just cooperate…
General Release Date: 9th August 2010
“Ohhh.”
Tori couldn’t stifle a moan as the almost-pain of exerting muscles that seldom got use kicked in. It’d been a long time. Too long.
Panting slightly, she enjoyed the stretch as perspiration beaded across her glowing skin. She strained towards the pleasure she felt hovering just beyond reach.
Almost there. Almost there...
C’mon, endorphins.
Oh no. Sidestitch.
And a cramp.
Shit.
Tori limped to an abrupt halt, pressing her hands to the sharp ache in her lower abdomen while scoping out a non-bird-poopy spot on the kerb to collapse on. Using one hand to frantically massage her spasming calf, Tori just had to use some of her very limited breath to laugh out loud at her dilemma.
“I was going to offer you some help, but it sounds like you’re doing okay now.”
The deep voice must belong to the running shoes in front of her, but for the life of her, Tori couldn’t look up just then.
“Oh, no. Not okay. But I had a feeling this would happen. It was going too well, know what I mean? First time I’ve run in years.”
A warm, sympathetic chuckle. “Well, you were looking good, right up until you seized up.”
“I’ll bet that was pretty comical to watch. Ah, ah!” The cramp in her leg spiked painfully in spite of her efforts. Why the hell had she thought she could start exercising again?
“Here, you have to flex it. No, don’t point!” Strong hands forced her foot back towards her body as her rescuer knelt before her like Cinderella’s prince. “Deep breaths, really deep. Fill your belly. That’ll help your stitch.”
Devon started reading and writing at an early age and never looked back. At 39 and holding, Devon finally figured out the best way to channel her midlife crisis was to morph from mild-mannered stay-at-home mom to erotic romance writer. She lives in Oregon with her family, who are (mostly) understanding of all the time she spends on her laptop, aka the black hole.
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