Author: Heather Van Fleet
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: October 7, 2014
Meet Callie, a chubby-sexy nineteen-year-old girl who fears high heels, commitments, and has a love/hate relationship with her running shoes. Nine months of college down the drain and all she has to show for it is her freshman thirty.
But alas, life has other crap plans for her--one that includes a strict regiment of "do this and do that" from her she-devil sister, all while trying to avoid the unavoidable. The unavoidable being Ky: the ex-best friend-turned-sex god who lives across the street.
Meet Ky; a nineteen-year-old wanna be country music singer and a boy-turned-man who still wears a proverbial skateboard around his neck from wasted high school days. When Callie returns home, he realizes that she's exactly the muse he's been missing all this time.
Now, if only she can stop running long enough to find out where their love could lead. FINDING HER WAY BACK is a new adult novel about finding love while learning how to love yourself. For all the chubby-sexy girls who tend to feel invisible, this one's for you!
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“Okay. It’s settled. One date.” Lifting his palm, he pressed it against my cheek, holding it there. My skin tingled on contact, burning me in all sorts of ways. “But I think we need to try something out beforehand just to make sure that we know what we’re getting ourselves into.”
“Um, what?” I stiffened, panicking at the possibilities of what he was saying. Sweat formed along the back of my neck, but I couldn’t move to wipe it away.
Fuck. This wasn’t good.
Without warning, he pressed his mouth against mine, taking my heart, body, entire soul by complete surprise. Ky captured me in all the ways a woman wanted to be captured by a man.
And oh, what a damn delicious capture it was.
I’d always wondered what it’d be like to kiss this boy. And it wasn’t because I saw him in that sort of light growing up either, just simple curiosity, to say the least But whatever preconceived notions I had about awkwardness and painful teeth clashing went out the window the moment his tongue pressed against my lips.
Holy hell. Now this was a kiss.
His fingers, strong and sure, tangled in my hair, releasing my ponytail with the flick of his thumb. Damn, he was good. My hair fell over my shoulders, shadowing my cheeks, as well as his. I scooted forward, pressing my hands onto the bareness of his neck, tracing the lines of his muscled skin on his shoulders like I’d wanted to do since I first got him in the room with me. I moaned, embarrassingly loud because yeah, this was beyond any kiss I’d ever experienced in the past. Slow, agonizing, and perfect. Ky made the act of kissing as sensual as having sex in a steamy shower. Not that I’d ever actually experienced hot, steamy shower sex or anything. But um, yeah, it was definitely on my bucket list.
“Follow me. And whatever you do, don’t leave my side.” Nodding his agreement, my big, muscular, beautiful, terrified Ky, followed me to one of the power up stations.
Laser lights reflected off the black walls and the music was already blaring. I heard the beep, as I stuck my gun in one of the little power–up stations. I motioned toward Ky to follow me after the lights on his helmet both flashed green, signaling he was ready to play.
Ky just needed something to work for, and my plan was to give it to him. There in the dark corner surrounded by the seven foot, windowless walls he’d relax, for sure.
Eagerness should have been my middle name as I dropped my gun to the floor. Face flooding with confusion, Ky gaped down at me. Pressing his shoulders back against the wall, I pushed his legs apart with my knee, settling it just below the hardness between his legs. The lights flickered over his suddenly knowing face, and I caught—just barely—the look of heat brewing in his eyes.
I opened my mouth, closed my lids, and pushed my lips to his. Not messing around, he dropped his gun and cradled the back of my head with his hands. Fingers fisting into the nape of my hair, he opened his mouth fully, accepting my tongue in a dance that moved at a rate I couldn’t get enough of. Damn, Ky kissed like he was dying. Always. Full, open, so consuming. I reached for his hand, pressing it over my breasts, gasping when he took it a step forward and slipped it down into my shirt, grasping my nipples through the lace of my bra.
Now this was some serious motivation.
Lowering my own free hand, the one that was not tucked against his neck, I pressed it just below the button of his pants, feeling his hardness for the first time, right there in the fucking laser tag game room…where, yes, kids were only a few feet behind our wall. I don’t know if it was adrenaline, or the fast paced techno music blaring around us that made me brave, but when I found his erection, I knew I’d struck some serious gold.
My God, he was incredibly endowed—much bigger than Brad and that naked Jay statue.
Sucking on my lip, he groaned into my mouth, the sound drowned out by the music, the sensation still vibrating against my tongue. He mouthed something over my lips, felt like a “fuck” maybe, but then the unmistakable sound of screeching laser guns sounded around us. Proving that our little dark corner romp was over way too soon.
He pulled away first, shaking his head at me, with a total good–boy smile on his face the entire time. It was nice to know he was all for our little game here. Mouthing the word motivation his way, I winked, reached down, and grabbed my gun, pulling him along with me with my other hand.
Then he pinched my ass, and my sudden need to protect him and motivate him grew short lived. Nice. Here I was, trying to relax him, be a good girl, in the naughtiest of senses and instead, he turned ornery on me. But when I turned to find him, to keep him along with me and give him a piece of my mind at the same time, I realized he was gone.
Smiling, frozen, and nodding to myself I finally spotted him, making his way through the barrels and walls, looking like the sexiest fucking badass in the history of laser tag.
Midwestern native Heather Van Fleet lives in a small town on the Iowa/Illinois border. She’s a wife to her hubby—and high school sweet heart, Chris—as well as a mom to her three little girls Kelsey, Emma, and Bella. When she’s not obsessing over her fictional book characters, cooking dinner, or running around chasing her crazy kiddos, you can usually find her with her head stuck in her Kindle, sucking down White Chocolate Mochas like they're water.