Wrong Side Girl
By Julia Goda
Synopsis
Cole has been Lizzy’s best friend from the moment he found her
crying in the woods two weeks before her tenth birthday. Growing up without a
father, Lizzy was raised by her alcoholic and drug-addicted mother. Being
branded as the town whore's daughter, she had one bright spot in her dark
world: Cole. He was the one constant in her life, the only person she trusted
would never let her down. He’s her savior, her protector…and the secret love of
her life. Now, sixteen years later, they both live successful lives in Boston.
But while Lizzy still harbors hope that one day Cole will come around and see
what’s right in front of his eyes, Cole enjoys his bachelor lifestyle with no
intentions of slowing down. It’s time for Lizzy to move on.
Cole has been in love with Lizzy since he can remember. Those
gorgeous but sad green eyes of hers have held him captive since he was twelve
years old. But she is too pure, too perfect, too innocent for him and his
lustful and promiscuous thoughts.
He has promised himself he won’t touch her. That is, until he
doesn’t have a choice but to claim her as his or lose her forever.
Is it possible for them to have what both their hearts desire
or will the cruelty of life keep them apart?
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Excerpt
When Lizzy opened her door my jaw fell to the floor.
Holy hell, she was sexy.
I had never seen her in a dress. Well, that wasn’t true. As a
child, she wore dresses all the time. I had seen her in sexy get-ups when we
went out clubbing, but she always wore jeans, sexy jeans, but still jeans,
paired with a tight top. This was something else.
Her dress was all black. It had no sleeves, so it showed off her
sexy arms and shoulders, but had something like a turtleneck that wasn’t a
turtleneck. It looked hot as hell. And it was short. Extremely short. I hoped
to God that it covered her ass. It was clingy in all the right places and left
nothing to the imagination.
It took me a second to recover from that view. I couldn't tear my
eyes away from the body that was now mine to explore. My dick twitched in my
pants in anticipation, impatient.
Yeah, buddy, I know exactly what you’re feeling right now. But
I had told myself that I would not have sex with her until she was absolutely
sure she could trust me with her body. When I took her for the first time, I
wanted all of her. Holding nothing back. Having no doubts.
Looking at her now, I could tell I was going to take a cold shower
tonight. A very long, very cold shower, or maybe a hot one where I would jerk
myself off again and again thinking about her in that dress.
My dick was straining against my fly. I took a deep breath to rein
him in as my eyes travelled up her body to meet her dancing ones.
“You done?” she asked me teasingly, her eyebrows raised.
“Nope,” I said and let my eyes wander again. That made her laugh
out loud. A grin spread across my face. I had it back. Her laugh. My laugh.
She stepped back from the door to invite me inside, but I shook my
head.
“No, baby. Right now, I want to rip that dress off of your hot body
so I can explore every inch of you. I don’t trust myself enough to not ravage
you, so you need to come out here where you’re relatively safe.”
She pressed her lips together to keep from laughing, grabbed her
purse from the little table by the door, then turned around to pull the door
closed and locked up. At the sight presented to me when she turned, I groaned.
And my dick stood at full attention.
Her back was completely bare.
Naked skin from shoulder to just above her ass.
No bra.
My hands had a mind of their own when they gripped her hips and
squeezed. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath through my nose, trying to
tamp down my instant arousal.
Jesus! I had never been this turned on by a dress. Or anything for
that matter.
She was going to be my undoing.
Meet the Author
I have been writing stories in my head since I can remember. Much
to my teachers’ dismay, given the task of writing a short essay I would always
come back with way too long and detailed stories. Many discussions (I have
always been somewhat of a smart-aleck) and bad grades were the result, so that
for most of my life I thought I couldn’t write worth a damn and pursued other
careers. But the dream of being an author wouldn’t be ignored and kept
lingering. With a little help from my fantastic husband, who gave me the
necessary kick in the behind, I was finally brave enough to start writing my
first novel and finished it only a few short weeks later—well, the first draft,
that is. But the seal was broken and since then I have enjoyed given myself
over to my stories and making them come to live.
My novels jump genres and touch on all kinds of different
topics, but the things I try to focus on no matter what are romance, strong
women, and a good sense of humor.
Now, when I’m not in my writing cave, spinning the tales that
have been prodding me or editing (yes, I am also a professional editor, guess
that degree in Literature and Linguistics turned out to be useful after all!),
I enjoy reading, drinking coffee, eating good food, and listening to rock
music.
I have lived in Germany (Lower Saxony to be exact, the
rainy-winter and super-humid-summer part), Virginia, and Colorado (where I fell
in love with Boulder and the Rocky Mountains). My current home is Southern
Alberta, Canada, where I live close enough to the Rockies with my husband and
chocolate lab to enjoy the beauty and excitement that is mountain living.
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