by Dani Wyatt
Release Date: October 27, 2016
Homeschooled and under the stifling grip of an overprotective father, Talia Fielding’s life is pretty miserable. Playing her beloved ukulele and writing songs is as close as she comes to having fun. But that all changes on the night of her eighteenth birthday. She’s invited to her first party where she learns two things: girls can be very, very mean and Griffin Stanford kisses better than any fantasy she’s ever had.
To most of his friends, Griffin Stanford is the handsome football star. However, under those good looks lies the heart of a geek. His passion for numbers has ensured him a life changing job straight out of college. The contract he’s signed has him boarding a plane to halfway around the world the morning after he meets the girl of his dreams.
The obsessive draw Griffin feels toward Talia has him questioning his life’s choices. One night, one kiss and Griffin knows this may be his one and only chance to capture the perfect girl... How can he stop her from slipping through his fingers when the world seems determined to keep these two virgins apart?
Author Note: These two fall in love instantly. If you’re looking for a filthy fantasy fix complete with a Dani-style dirty talking hero topped with heaping helpings of swoony romance, you’re in the right place. This is a standalone novella, with Kindle melting heat, safe, no cheating and filled with virgins who magically know exactly what they’re doing from the very first kiss.
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An Excerpt from Perfect
I’ve lost the power of speech. She’s wearing that gorgeous little daisy-yellow nightgown dress I sent her a few weeks ago. The soft light from behind her highlighting every contour and line of her lush body. A body that will soon be under my tongue and in my hands.
I never dreamed I would see her like this, like she is right now. But here she is, and it’s glorious. I can see all her curves, the pink circles of her nipples pressing through and she’s not doing anything to cover herself. I’ve just won the lotto and a Nobel prize, and whatever trophy they hand out when you come first in life.
“What are you doing opening the door wearing that, baby?” I’m not sure if I’m raging mad about it or just about as thrilled as any virgin ever was. My cock is about to snap in half, curved up and around where he can’t escape because my belt is holding his greedy, cum-dripping self in place. “I mean,” I shake my head and rub my hands over my face trying to reset, “I’m sorry. You are fucking stunning beyond words, but, baby, what if it wasn’t me?”
As happy as I am to see her, the jealous beast in me lights up, the thought of another man seeing what’s mine has me off my nut.
“I only opened the door after I saw who it was. I peeked through the peephole first. It’s a sign, I know it is. I just tried this on for the first time and here you are. Here you are, I can’t believe it.” She does this little bunny hop and I don’t miss how her full tits bounce and move with her, making my dick drip into my pants. I am fairly sure I could watch that little move for the rest of my life and never, ever get tired of it.
Her hands pull at the long tendrils of hair hanging over her shoulders and I realize I haven’t kissed her yet, so I remedy that right away.
My arms pull her to me, sweep up and down her back, up and down the soft fabric that covers her equally soft body, as my lips mount hers. I kiss her with the force of a man here to finally claim what is his, letting her know I’m here and she’s mine. After a long kiss, I lean back to drink her in.
“I love that you are wearing this. It means a lot to me.” I hook my thumbs into the ruffle around the neckline and trace it up and down, my vision drifting down to where it scoops low, barely covering her ample tits and I want them in my mouth so badly it hurts.
“You must be hungry after your trip.” Her voice flutters around my head, soft and like a dove, not quite ready to fly away. Her breath between the words tells me I’m distracting her and I love that.
I bring a hand up to comb my fingers through her hair. I’ve dreamed of how it would feel for so long. Silk is like twine compared with its softness. The black strands fall between my fingers and I’m hypnotized by the sight and feel of it. It’s so real and I’m so fucking gone.
I taste her lips again with a quick kiss, then put my mouth next to her ear. “I’m hungry for one thing, and one thing only right now. That’s you, Wildflower, my mouth between your legs. I told you, that’s the first thing I want to do to you. I want to taste your first orgasm. I want to remember it forever.”
About Dani Wyatt
She's a 40-something, regular lady who just happens to love bad-ass alpha males who pull your hair and love their women with a lethal passion.
When she's not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The Walking Dead can't have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.
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