Sister Laurel & the Atheist has a good plot, interesting characters and a lot of humor. I enjoyed reading it, but I felt that there was too much emphasis on the sexual side of their romance and not enough placed on the really obvious thing they had to overcome. Still, it is worth a look. Laurel's life is about to take a drastic turn, come along for the ride!
Manic Readers, Valkyrie's Lady
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.
Slowly, the lids of my eyes rose. It was dark. Where am I? I hadn’t a clue where I was. Slivers of light passed through the window coverings—likely from the full moon. I felt my body. Goodness, I’m naked. I glanced to my left. A nightstand. The digital clock upon it read six thirty-six AM. Think. I went out with Julian. Did I drink too much? I don’t remember. Why am I naked? My goodness, could this be his bedroom? Oh my God! Where is Julian?
My right hand stretched out and patted across the bedspread. Suddenly the spread rose around the contour of an object. My hand followed it lightly to the apex. It was a hip. Julian’s hip? I pulled my hand back up to the top of the cover and slipped it under. Slowly and carefully, my hand moved back toward the spot I’d felt before. All of a sudden my hand felt something strange. It was warm and felt like skin but different. I ran my fingers ever so lightly along it. It was long, with something like a ridge near the end. My hand changed direction and went back down the object. Hair—curly, fuzzy pubic hair. Mary, mother of Jesus, forgive me. I think I’ve I sinned.
I jerked my hand back to my chest, where I felt the necklace I still wore. I sat up with a start. “Eeeeeeew.” I touched a penis. I hope it was Julian’s. The man in the bed stirred. Without warning, a bright light flashed on, temporarily blinding me, as he turned on a nightstand lamp. I quickly pulled the sheet up to my neck to cover myself.
“What’s the matter sweetheart? Can’t sleep?”
Thank God it was Julian’s signature voice.
“You were wonderful last night baby.”
Dear God in heaven, I did sin.
Julian slid over and wrapped his arms around me. His arm accidentally brushed a nipple sending a pleasantly, naughty sensation throughout my body. As we embraced, my bare breasts rubbed against his chest redirecting the wicked feelings to the quickly warming area between my legs. I tried and tried without success to remember my sinful night.
This is maddening. I have sex for the first time and don’t even know if I liked it.
After teasing me by nibbling on my lips, shivers shot through me when he whispered breathily in my ear. “Don’t tell me you’re ready to go again?”
Go again? I was incredulous. Here I sit, in a very handsome man’s bed, having made love, totally naked wearing only my necklace, and I can’t remember any of it.
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