Welcome to Litsy!

GraceIt doesn't have to be a best seller. It doesn't have to be something no one has ever read!So why am I making this so damn difficult?I need to focus.To push past the writer's block, the fear, the taunting rejection that they'll all think this new book of mine sucks a big dick! Am I allowed to say that?Screw it, because I just did, and it totally does, at least in my mind. I don't need distractions!Especially mouth-watering, panty-dropping, dirty talking, self-gratifying distractions.Distractions that cause my breath to catch, my thighs to clench, my center to quickly dampen, and my brain to scream only two self-gratifying words.Yes fucking please!OK, that was three!Never mind the fact that he's my new boss.Forget the idea that he corners me into a fake engagement - the first day we meet!Ignore the obvious evidence that I can't, for the life of me, stay away from Brettly Beckett!And what's more, I don't want to!And he doesn't make it easy!No, my lucky readers, he's not backing down without putting in some very hard-to-resist, self-pleasure seeking, efforts.Gifting me with the nickname Peaches, he makes it known he's dead set on claiming my peach the first chance he gets, and the sooner the better.But I quickly learn that's a development that could prove too self-destructive if we let it. After all, it's like they say, not everything in life can be as sweet as a peach.