Wednesday, February 28, 2018

What To Read Wednesday: The Dating Bender by Christina Julian; Romantic Comedy

THE DATING BENDER by Christina Julian

Here I am, on my knees in front of the Trevi Fountain, hoping like hell the legend is true. That the fountain gives you solace and love by a mere toss of a coin.

Why am I here, exactly? Let’s see…

It started with my parents telling me to get married. Of course, being the good Catholic girl I am, I did.

Needless to say, that marriage nosedived, and my parents weren’t exactly happy about it.

Newly ditched and shamefully disowned, I decided to follow the advice of Babs, a tart-of-a-mentor, who offered me a job in Colorado.

Her advice? Sex…and lots of it.

The temptation of freedom, to do whatever—whoever—I wanted was too damn strong for me to say no.

And that’s how it all started. The men, the sex, the journey…

The dating bender.
Because everybody deserves a do-over

“With humor, wit, and a whole lot of sarcasm Julian’s debut takes an unabashed look at a failed marriage, divorce, and dating under the scrutiny of a less than supportive family. She takes readers on a raucous ride that explores what it means to be a woman—gaping flaws and all.”

–Adair Lara, former San Francisco Chronicle columnist, author of Naked, Drunk, and Writing

Available now for purchase! 

Without as much as a breath, Long John grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. 

“Let’s get out of here, babe, I don’t live too far away,” he said as he galloped out of the party with me over his shoulder, fireman style. 

I didn’t know if it was the sultry air, his manly maneuvers, or just my need to escape psycho girl, but I went with it. A mile into our mission he put me down in an alleyway of a desolate street in Brooklyn and planted a tongue-kiss that was so erotic it made me tingle. Long John continued to thrust his sculpted body into mine. I couldn’t be certain, but I may have had an orgasm right on the street corner because of that kiss. My mini-tee stuck to me, steeped in sweat—a blend of his and mine. Things like this didn’t typically happen to me. 

The tanned, godly creature spoke, resuscitating me from the kiss. “Should we head back to my place, babe?” Babe wasn’t usually a term of endearment that worked for me, but because of the sexy way it rolled off his luscious long tongue, I let it slide. “Sure,” I squealed without a pause. I knew I’d regret this in the morning, but with Manhattan glowing in the background, I couldn’t think of anything better than being petted by a stallion. My decision solidified when I spotted his pee-wee stick throbbing right through his cargo shorts. Good God, it was the longest thing I’d ever seen.

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