Genre: Contemporary Romance
Hi Everyone, my name is Paul and I’m a recovering sex addict. I’ve been managing my addiction for two years.
Paul McNeill loves sex. Good sex. Bad sex. Oral sex. Any kind of sex. You name it; he loves it. But Paul’s biggest passion is his greatest flaw. As a recovering sex addict, he’s been abstaining and managing his addiction for over two years. Now, all the wants is to fall in love and find that certain someone he can settle down with.
But when he finds himself on his knees on Elle Jacoby’s damp lawn, he knows there’s going to be trouble. Elle quickly becomes Paul’s biggest challenge yet. She’s instantly set him ablaze while he begs to be hosed down. As he gets to know her more, the flames burn even hotter.
How can he resist a hot divorcee who’s amped up to have all the fun she’s missed?
Warning: for mature audiences only. If you don’t like graphic sex, sex talk and curse words in books this story isn’t for you.
OMG…Paul’s note is just out of this world!!! I cannot get enough…
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Dear Elle,
This is your pre-Valentine note with instructions. I think I’ve covered every detail:
At three p.m. February 14th a limousine will be picking us up to take us to Huntington Gardens in Pasadena. There we will meet that great photographer, Beth Herzhaft that I told you about, who will take pictures of us on the Moon Bridge in the Japanese Garden.
You always said that I’m your bridge, and you’re mine, so I thought this setting was perfect. I know whatever shot we choose will be my most treasured print of all of my bridge photography collection.
When I organized this day I had an even bigger plan to drop to one knee on the bridge and ask you to marry me. However my sister, Trisha warned me that if I did propose you’d probably push me into the koi pond. I guess you girls talk more than I realized. She reminded me that you’re gun-shy after what happened with your ex, and she convinced me to wait until you’re ready. Will you promise to let Trisha know when you are? You must know that I’m positively obsessed with the idea of you being my wife.
Enclosed in the gift box you’ll find lingerie I picked out for you for our Valentines. (That’s my Valentine’s gift) and I’d like you to wear it under your red dress (yes that red dress) along with those sexy sandals that make your gorgeous legs look a million miles long. Oh geez, I’m getting turned on just thinking about you dressed like that for me.
I swear though, as worked up I get just thinking about you, I’m going to control myself and not fixate on my sexual fantasies about you while I write this. It would be rude for me to write as I imagine sliding my hand up under that sexy dress to see if you’re wearing the panties or not. You know how crazy it makes me when I take you out to a movie, and in the dark of the theater my roaming fingers discover that you’re bare.
I’m also not going to think of your perfect breasts spilling out of that tiny bra I picked out, that I may or may not have, bought in a size too small. What can I say…I love your breasts, and I love spillage. But I swear I won’t unzip my jeans right now. Because if I did I’d get busy taking care of my desperate need for you as I imagined my hands all over your body. Can’t you just feel my fingers touching you, managing your overflowing cleavage as my tongue teases your nipples? I sure can. Oh Elle…can you understand what you still do to me?…that after all this time just thinking about you makes me crazy with want. I’m so damn hard right now. Are you wet, baby? I bet you are.
Holy Hell. I better try to refocus here or we’ll never make it to Pasadena.
Okay…deep breaths…I’ve got this.
When we’re done with the shoot I thought we could drink champagne in the limo on the way back to the house. Then I thought you might want to ‘freshen up’ for our dinner date. I plan on helping you freshen up. Perhaps we can share a steamy shower where we put that bath gel and non-skid shower mat to good use. Shower sex with you is mind-blowing. Believe me baby, you’re the only one I’ve ever been willing to kneel on hard tile for—but it’s worth it to watch you come undone just from my fingers and tongue.
Dinner will be at seven-thirty at La Boehme, but I’m having the fridge stocked from the gourmet market in case we never make it there. As you can see, I’m a man with a plan, and no detail has gone by me.
I may or may not have several role-play outfits at your disposal for later that evening. Would you like me to be a cowboy? How about a firefighter (Yes, Trisha got me the official uniform) or a football player? (my anaconda-as you refer to my cock, is really on display with those formfitting pants.) You know I’m not really a role-play kind of guy, but this night is for you. I’ll do anything to make you happy…actually not just that night, but always.
Now that I’m rereading this note, I’m feeling a little bad that I got so dirty…but you know what you do to me, and I’m sure glad I do the same to you. It’s just how we are—we’re highly sexual creatures. I’m sure we’ve probably set records between the sheets and I don’t see that ever changing.
As you know, I’ve made bad choices in my life and got lost along the way, but the day our paths crossed all that changed. You are the most brilliant, beautiful, loving…and yes, incredibly sexy woman I’ve ever met and I promise to spend every day the rest of our lives making sure you know how much I love you.
This Valentines will be special, but so is every day with you.
I love you Elle.
Paul
Ruth Clampett, daughter of legendary animation director Bob Clampett, grew up surrounded by artists and animators. A graduate of Art Center College of Design, she has been VP of Design for Warner Brothers Studio Stores and taught photography at UCLA. Today she runs her own studio and as the Fine Art publisher for Warner Brothers Studios has come to know and work with some of the world’s greatest artists in the fields of animation and comics.
From this colorful background comes Ruth’s first novel, Animate Me, a fun and sexy, unique and engaging contemporary romance.
Ruth lives and works in Los Angeles, strictly supervised by her teenage daughter, who helps plan their summer around their yearly pilgrimage to the San Diego Comic Con.
