Wildly attracted to each other, can a beautiful, shy sister and a devilishly handsome atheist fall in love and find happiness despite their differences?
It was love at first sight. That’s what the lovely, shy Sister in Waiting Laurel, and the devilishly, handsome Julian Peters both agree. But is their overpowering love and attraction enough to allow this unlikely couple to overcome the obvious societal obstacles plus the differences between their own core beliefs to make a life together?
Sister Laurel & the Atheist is a cute, humorous and oh, so, romantic story.Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary
Sales have been spotty. good when pushed and slow when ignored, Nevertheless, it's a cute story which I feel can be successful when pushed. Unfortunately, I've been pushing the stories which have a good track record.
"Hi sweetheart, where are the kids?"
"At your mother's. Meet me in the bedroom. I have a surprise for you."
"Bedroom, surprise? Those two words used in the same sentence sound very promising."
"Don't get too excited." I smiled back and took the big guy's large hand in mine. "You might be able to only look for now and not touch."
As we entered the bedroom I explained, "Laurel and I spent the day at a spa and guess what?"
"I'm sure I don't know, but from the way you're acting I'd guess you got that Brazilian wax treatment you've been threatening to get for months."
Was I disappointed? Of course, but I was also pleased. I stood in front of him and pinched his nose as he lifted my skirt and started to drag my panties down. "You're just too smart for your own good, doctor. Maybe that's why I love you."
"And you are too sexy for your own good and that is why I love you. Mmmm. Look at this? It's all red." He touched me. "It's warm too. Let me lick it better."
"Seth, the sex crazed doctor."
"Only with you baby and the doctor prescribes copious amounts of cooling saliva upon the injured area." He stuck out his long tongue, wiggling it, slowly heading in the direction of my suddenly sodden pussy.
I reciprocated by edging in toward him. "You are evil."
"I know and you love it."
My cell phone rang.
"Let it ring."
I wanted to. I wanted that tongue bad. "I can't. It could be your mother—the kids." I reached in my purse, grasped the ringing phone and quickly answered.
"Hi Baby. It's Dad. I didn't disturb anything, did I?"
Already translated. Translated by Evelyn Torre Machado Martins
Already translated. Translated by Joel Montañez