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Albert Camus

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

There was just one issue... - The Truth about Porn Star Boyfriends by Sunniva Dee

18+ "First things first. Sunniva Dee never seizes to amaze me. I have to be honest and say with this book's title I was curious, a little nervous and yet again I knew Sunniva Dee would give it her magic touch. Her stories are one of kind and so are her characters. My expectations were blown to smithereens cause boy oh boy did I love this story and was wooed properly by Ciro Silveira." - Malene, Goodreads

Description:

Release Date: August 15th, 2017

I guess I just forgot.
To ask him what he did for a living, I mean.
And by the time I did, I was in—balls deep, as he’d call it.
He was the perfect boyfriend.
Attentive, gorgeous, guessing my every wish and fulfilling them.
The sex was earth-shattering.
He even dealt with my crazy mom the way no one else could.
He popped the question, God, such a perfect guy.
There was just one issue:
He f*cked other girls on camera for a living.
How the hell do you deal with that?

EXCERPT

It’s been three days since he left. 
I have a photo of him on my phone. 
I know what to do with it. 

He’s an actor. He makes films. All I need is to Google his photo, and I’ll get that artist name he doesn’t want to give me. 

So much secrecy. Deep down I know why. The news that photo will bring me will be terrible, and I’m a dunce for not accepting the writing on the wall when it’s scribbled in black, sloppy italics all around me, yeah—dunce. 

I should upload it to Google. 

It’s so easy. 

Ciro has rented a yacht for the weekend, and he’s paid off Il Signore to have me come along as his personal waitress. My boss knows we’re together, I’m sure. He also loves my boyfriend’s restaurant tip every time he orders out. 

I’m on my bed after a long night shift at Mintrer’s, cell phone in hand and his beautiful, smiling picture open in my photo album. He looks at me like he thinks I’m the world. He looks at me like this photo is for me and I’d never betray him. He looks at me with love in his eyes. 

He’ll be back on Thursday. It’s only four more days. What are four days when we have three indescribable months behind us? I owe it to him to wait. 

I make his photo into my screensaver. 

“I’ve made my mistakes,” Ciro said. “I want to do it right with you.” 

At this point, I’m in so deep I need to be a part of doing it right too. 

That twinge telling me I’m naive has grown with time. But there’s a bigger part of me aware of how Ciro has made me slide. He chose me. He chased me. He caught me. 

My own hunt has been for perennial ice, never, never for my tomorrow. I know it’s not right. I know it’s not normal for a twenty-something. But I won’t judge me for Status Quo when I’ve sustained my goal all this time: I’ve kept my mother happy and alive, and I know for a fact that I’m the only thing anchoring her down. 

Irrational and impractical, she’s always up there, always flying. She’d have no qualms with blowing her existence into pieces for the cause du jour, but despite the angst she causes, my mother is the kindest human I’ve ever known. 

She doesn’t judge a person by appearance, by culture, by looks, or status. No, my mom will not accept bad in a person until it’s been shown by action that’s been repeated over and over. “People’s pasts set different standards in their lives, see?” 

I fall asleep. I wake up thinking of him with Silk. Even a single scene for a lot of money isn’t worth it to my heart, and it makes me curl in on myself. 

Are you sleeping? I text via Facebook, because phone is expensive to Europe. 
Hey, BB. It’s five a.m. here. 
Sorry. Why’s your phone on, then? 
Because of my baby girl. <3 
My heart inflates. 
Do you love me? I can’t help typing. 
I love you so much I’d haul the moon down for you. 
Haha, no need. 
And you? Do you still love me? No crazy wannabes trying to take you from me at Mintrer’s? 
No. I <3 you too. You’re my only wannabe. 
Good. I’d have to kick some asses first thing. J 
I love his hearts and his smiley-faces. 
It’s easy to sleep after them.

About the author:
Between studies, teaching, and advising, Sunniva has spent her entire adult life in a college environment. Most of her novels are new adult romance geared toward smart, passionate readers with a love for eclectic language and engaging their brain as well as their heart while reading.

Born in the Land of the Midnight Sun, the author spent her early twenties making the world her playground. Southern Europe: Spain, Italy, Greece--Argentina: Buenos Aires, in particular. The United States finally kept her interest, and after half a decade in Los Angeles, she now lounges in the beautiful city of Savannah.

Sometimes, Sunniva writes with a paranormal twist (Shattering Halos, Stargazer, and Cat Love). At other times, it's contemporary (Pandora Wild Child, Leon's Way, Adrenaline Crush, Walking Heartbreak, and Dodging Trains, coming in late March 2016).

This author is the happiest when her characters let their emotions run off with them, shaping her stories in ways she never foresaw. She loves bad-boys and good-boys run amok, and like in real life, her goal is to keep the reader on her toes until the end of each story.

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