Since she was a teen all Laurel wanted to do was to become a Sister. With a mere three weeks until she says her permanent Sisterhood vows, everything's in place and her goal's in sight. But when she visits Java Joint, her favorite coffee house, something happens, which flips her tidy, organized life, upside down.
As if they were born for each other, she and Julian, the handsome, young man who brazenly takes a seat at her table are drawn to each other. Smitten, she knows it's wrong, especially when she finds out he's an…ATHEIST! Nevertheless, she can't resist the charming, intruder. Within days they become lovers and soon she's contemplates giving up her dream for her man, until his guilty conscience forces him to confess
This is an erotic romance version of the previously released, sweet romance, Sister Laurel & the Atheist.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / EroticaSales are fair to good depending on whether pushed.
The moment I saw Laurel, I was interested. I'd watched her at first in the mirror behind the counter while she watched me. Fantastic, I'd thought, I have to meet this delectable tidbit. The few times we'd locked eyes, my stomach lurched, but I resisted looking away. The shy thing she was, she immediately averted her gaze and blushed.
And now, I'm on my way to meet her at the museum. What a stroke of luck. My first choice would have been to take her home, undress her and make love to her. You don't fuck a woman like that; you make slow, passionate, meaningful love to her. In time, Julian. In time. She wasn't the kind of woman that would just jump in bed. There was something pure and innocent about her. With a woman like that you take your time and woo. That kind of woman deserves a lifetime commitment. Whoa, Buddy. You're getting way ahead of yourself.
I clicked the lock on my Porsche Cayenne SUV and hopped in. After taking 101 to 110, I jumped off at Exposition Blvd. I pulled in my designated space in the rear of the building and rushed into the huge edifice. By the time I reached the lobby I was out of breath and…she wasn't there. Could this be a brush off? I glanced around. She was nowhere visible. I rushed to the gift shop. No Laurel.
I headed for the information booth, but after I arrived, I didn't know what to ask the attendant. While I was thinking of what to ask her, a fingertip pressed me between my shoulder blades. I swung around and there was a vision of splendor—Laurel smiled at me with her beatific countenance.
I'm sure I shocked her and the attendant, but I was so happy to see her, I took her in my arms and kissed her. She didn't respond, but neither did she push me away.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Patrício L. Guimarães
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Adrián Buenrostro Martínez
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