Jennifer Nolan has been unlucky when it comes to love; even more unfortunate when it comes to sex. In fact, the twenty year-old college junior is about to enter her senior year still carrying her v-card. All she wants is to be with that special someone without it resulting in a trip to the emergency room, runaway office supplies, or being scarred for life by someone’s weird fetishes. With several botched attempts under her belt, she begins to fear she’ll end up a lonely spinster or a crazy cat lady.
With only 60 days until her 21st birthday, Jennifer is determined to lose her virginity once and for all. Little does she know that her mission will lead her down a path toward love. She never expects that her mission will lead her to a discovery of what true womanhood is, and where true and lasting love begins.
V-Card is an Amazon and iBooks bestselling New Adult Romance novel. It has received rave reviews from both regular readers and critics (it received 5 stars from InD'Tale Magazine, and 4.5 stars from Reader's Favorite). Book 1 of the Sharing Spaces series, it takes a light and funny look at the sexuality of a young woman approaching her 21st birthday. The series tackles the life changes and hurdles faced by young adults and college age students. While V-Card is marked as a romance, it does not contain sexual content. A few descriptive words are used here and there, but the door closes on the actual sex.
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The problem is not that I've never had a chance. In fact, I've had way too many chances and absolutely no success. My cherry is firmly in place, no matter how many times I've tried to get rid of it. What's the big deal, you're probably wondering. I could see why you might ask that. I'm only twenty, I haven't graduated college yet, and am not dating anyone seriously right now. I managed to make it through my teens without getting knocked up or getting an STD. I guess I've done all right for myself in that regard.
The big deal is, with each attempt I became more and more psyched out about it. It makes me all itchy and fidgety just to think about it. And I don't mean fidgety in the way of some big-breasted romance novel heroine. Nothing heaves or spasms, and my heavy breathing is not sexy. We're talking hives and wheezing into a paper bag here. Definitely not attractive.
Each attempt has gone worse than the last, until just the thought of taking my clothes off and getting into bed with anybody throws me into a state of panic.
My mission? To lose my stupid virginity by my twenty-first birthday ... which is in two months. I can't very well go into the next phase of adulthood with my v-card. How can I honestly call myself a 'woman' if I fidget, wheeze, and just about have a heart attack at even the thought of intimacy? Any guy I date is going to wonder what the hell is wrong with me.
So, it's happening. I'm not sure when, or with who—since I'm not dating anybody—but I'm determined not to see twenty-one without shedding that one last thing keeping me at girl-status.
Drastic, much? I don't think so. Maybe if you knew some of my history, you wouldn't either. First, there was Jeremy ...
