by Tammy J. Palmer
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
Ginny Cotton, bike riding, chess playing, loan processor, has set a new goal: find someone to have sex with. Soon. As in tonight. It’s the only way to finally get over Jason, her best friend, the guy she’s been waiting for since high school--- the guy who is now engaged to her sister. She’s saved her virginity for him since he doesn't believe in premarital sex. What better way to get over Jason than to have sex with someone else? The hot guy Ginny meets through a dating site seems like the perfect choice. There’s only one problem. To achieve her goal, Ginny must first overcome the anxiety that has been holding her back her whole life.
EXCERPTS (Exclusive Exceprt):
They’d been playing cards, talking about casual things for more than an hour when Pierce asked, “Do you want to play a new game now?”
“I don't know. What’s this new game called?”
“House is not a new game. Everyone has played House. When I was a kid I played with my cousins. The boys would sit in front of the television pretending to drink beer and insist that the girls wash the dishes. Instead, we hit them with pretend frying pans.”
Pierce laughed. “And I thought my childhood was messed up.”
“It wasn’t that bad.”
“My version of the game involves husbands and wives in the bedroom.”
Ginny’s heart rate sped up. “You said we’re not going to have sex.”
“We’re not. That’s why it’s a game. This game has one rule. No matter how much fun we’re having, it will stay pretend sex. We keep our clothes on.”
“Pretend sex?” This was intriguing.
“The point is for you to get over your fear of sex. If you know ahead of time that we’re not going all the way, you won’t faint, or break out in hives, or find some reason to get pissed off at me and—”
“I get it.”
“What do you say, Ginny? Are you game?”
The room suddenly felt quite warm. She was glad to be wearing a lightweight blouse and cotton pants rather than a sweater and jeans. “I’m game.”
Pierce took her hand. “Show me your bedroom.”
Ginny took him into her room. Her bed was a twin. The pink comforter was the same one she’d had in college. She slipped off her shoes and sat on the edge of the bed, hands clasped together. “Have we been married long?”
“No, we’re newlyweds.”
“So sex would still be sort of new?”
“Of course not, we did it all the time before we got married. Every day.”
“Every day?” Ginny gave him a look of disbelief. “Isn’t that a bit unrealistic?”
“I hope not. But we could say every other day if it makes you happy.”
“It does.” Ginny had no idea why it mattered. This was only a game after all. Who knew, maybe she would want it every day.
Pierce began to massage her shoulders. “Hard day at work, Honey?”
“You can’t call me Honey, my dad calls me Honey.”
“How about Sweetheart?”
“Nope, my mom calls me Sweetheart.”
“I’ll call you Melissa, then.”
“I don't know, I just like it. It’s a good wife name. But if you don’t like Melissa you can pick out one of your own.”
“Melissa works. I’m going to call you Richard.”
“Fine. You’re so tense, Melissa. It must have been a rough day,” Pierce/Richard said, continuing to massage her shoulders.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Tammy J. Palmer lives in Portland, Oregon with her husband of twenty-five years and a spoiled cat named Betty Boop. She has two children who turned into pretty darned awesome adults. You can visit her website at: www.tammyjpalmer.com
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