The
Beginning
Dirty
White Candy Book 1
Anita
Cox
Genre: Erotic Contemp Romance
Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
Date of Publication: February 17, 2014
Number of pages: 184
Book Description:
Traded in for a younger, newer model
by the only man she’s ever made love to, thirty-something Candy Kavana finds
herself craving human interaction of the carnal nature. Shy and sexually
repressed, Candy turns to her best friend, Stacy, for advice. And what advice
it is!
Candy nervously dives into sex
therapy and what she discovers is more than mind-blowing sex. She discovers a
side of herself she never dreamed existed. Now that she’s whet her whistle, she
can’t get enough. Just how far is Candy willing to take her sexual exploration?
Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/1Up-kp-Lvq8
Chapter 1
DISCOVERY
Sex was
never anything I’d craved in the past. I had yearnings, don’t get me wrong, but
they were generally for ice cream, pizza or a cigarette. Sex had always seemed
like a natural addition in a relationship, like having cream with your coffee,
not a necessity.
But after my
douchebag husband up and traded me in for a younger model, I found myself alone
and missing something. At first, I wasn’t sure what it was. I thought I was
just lonely and wanted human contact or simple interaction. Masturbation worked
for a while, and since it had been a necessity during my marriage, I was fine
continuing on in my single life. But then it began to take longer and longer to
climax, and frustration became the theme of my after-hours life.
It didn’t take
long for me to realize that sex was what I craved. Down and dirty, sweaty,
no-holds-barred sex.
Fantasies
began taking up most of my spare time as I imagined others touching me, kissing
me and caressing my body. But I didn’t want a relationship. I didn’t want love,
flowers, teddy bears and heartache. I’d had that, and it sucked.
No, I just
wanted to fuck. While that may be crude, it was also true. But girls who had
one-night stands were whores, and I didn’t want to be a whore. After all, I had
a reputation to maintain.
I continued
fantasizing until I thought I might go crazy, until one night over drinks, I
confided in my friend Stacy. I needed sex, just not a relationship.
“Why is that
anything to be ashamed of?” she said with a giggle. “Everyone needs a good
pounding every now and again.”
My face
flushed hot. “To be truthful, sex isn’t something I ever discussed with anyone,
not even my ex. He did what worked for him and I accepted it. But it wasn’t
enough. I need more; I deserve pleasure. I just don’t want to be a whore or a
barfly. I don’t need that sort of reputation.” I took a long, hard drink,
hoping to get enough of a buzz to help me relax.
Stacy
swirled the straw in her glass, looking at the bottom of it as if she were deep
in thought. “We’ve been friends for a long time. Because of that, I’ll tell you
the truth. You’re one of my stuffiest friends.”
“I’m not
stuffy!” I protested.
“You’re an
uptight prude, Candy. You are as conservative as it gets.” She raised her
eyebrow. “I’ve never heard you talk about doing anything naughty at all. There
is no adventure in your life, no risk.”
Witty
comebacks evading me, I began to pout while I sucked down the remainder of my
drink.
“So, what if
I don’t want to be uptight?” I asked before shaking my empty glass at the
bartender.
“Candy?”
“What?” I
eyed her as I paid for my drink.
“Say
something naughty.” Stacy leaned in toward me, her eyes dancing as she smiled.
“Say something raunchy.”
“Here?” I
leaned back in my chair, away from her.
“Yes. Now.
Do it.”
“I will not!
What if someone hears me?” My heart began thumping in my chest. What was she
playing at?
“Prude.”
There she
sat, one eyebrow raised, arms crossed, firmly making her point. Stacy knew me
better than anyone and she was convinced I was a prude.
It wasn’t that
I wanted to be modest or judgmental. I was just inexperienced and easily
embarrassed. My face burned red, but this time with anger. I wasn’t that demure
and I was going to prove it. Unbuttoning my shirt to show a little more
cleavage, I leaned toward her. “I’m so fucking horny, I could fuck every guy in
this place dry and still beg for more.”
The shock on
Stacy’s face only lasted a fraction of a second before it turned into a
mischievous smile. “Well done. Now, come to my place tomorrow night around eight.
Nick is out of town and I’m having a toy party.”
“Toy party?”
“You know
... sex toys. A woman comes and sets up different toys and explains how to use
them. Sometimes she does a demonstration at certain parties.” Stacy grinned
like a Cheshire cat. “Usually my
parties.”
“And you do
this when your husband is out of town?” Was she cheating on him? What did she
mean by demonstration? How does one demonstrate sex toys?
“Yes, but
only because he’s bashful. He loves it when I have these parties.”
“I didn’t know
you were such a harlot,” I teased.
“You have no
idea!” Stacy slammed back her drink and ordered another round.
My mind was
reeling. I’d never used a toy. How did I get to be thirty-four and never use a
toy? My heart raced a little at the thought of it. I could do this.
“What should
I wear?” I would do this. I didn’t want to embarrass my friend, but I didn’t
want to be overdressed either.
Stacy
laughed at me again. “I love you.”
“Don’t
tease! What do I wear?”
“You’re
coming to my house. Wear what you want. I can’t believe the look of shock on
your face when I mentioned toys and your first question is what to wear.” She
shook her head.
“Stacy,
please have some pity. I’ve never been to anything like this and I don’t want
to stick out like a sore thumb. You’re my friend. Help me!”
“Fine. Wear
something that makes you feel sexy. The main thing is to be comfortable. Some
girls come in running suits, some come in what they wore to the office and some
dress like hookers. Just be comfy. And leave the attitude at home. If you give
someone a snotty look, I’ll kick your ass!”
I refused to
protest again. She was always the brave and brazen one and I was a little on
the shy side. Maybe I had come off as being a prude. Whatever the case, I was
excited now.
My Review: 4 stars
This book was just fantastic. I loved that Candy took control of her sexuality. I thought that it was pretty awesome that she just kept her mind open to all the possibilities and enjoyed new experiences. For someone who was basically cast aside, once Candy makes up her mind to get her sexy back, she's goes after it with a gusto. There are many different scenarios that are just smokin' hot and I say, good for Candy! I'm looking forward to reading the next book to see where this goes, and what more Candy learns about herself. If you're looking for a hot read and have an open mind, read this book. You will not be disappointed. Anita does a great job with both story line and the characters. Loved it!
About
the Author:
Anita Cox has an affinity with
leather and high-heeled boots. The same vivacious attitude can be found in her
erotic adventure and erotic romance. With her rock star husband, she plays in
the lifestyle in which she writes, adding authenticity to her voice.
Anita likes to add strong female
characters, even if they are a bit quirky. Her men are hot with just enough
flaws to make them loveable.
Whoa! What a review! Thank you so much. I truly appreciate the time you took to read and review my book for the tour.
ReplyDeleteThanks Anita! It was a fantastic read, and I'm looking forward to more. :)
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