Title: Friends With Partial Benefits
Author: Luke Young
The first in a new contemporary romance series, Friends With Partial Benefits is a scorching mix of desire, sex, passion, love and slightly inappropriate comedy.
Jillian Grayson is a disillusioned divorcée and best-selling romance novelist who can't write a chapter without her hunky male heartthrob suffering ED, an STD, or even worse. Brian Nash is a tennis-obsessed, college senior who's unlucky in love and the roommate and best friend of Jillian's son, Rob. When Rob brings Brian home for spring break and he meets the surprisingly young and also tennis passionate Jillian, their shared interest quickly develops into an intense mutual attraction. After nearly giving in to their feelings, they hatch a plan, while under the influence (of something more than just the perfect Miami night), to be Friends With Partial Benefits complete with rules to define the boundaries. Will the lonely pair continue with this distinctive relationship, actually explore their desires or will they discover all of it is a really bad idea?
Kindle Best Selling author Luke Young branches out into contemporary romance with his Friends With…Benefits Series. His laugh out loud novel, Shrinkage is a previous number one best seller in humor. If you're looking for edgy and humorous romance filled with passion, desire and heart, give his books a try.
When he's not writing or working at his full time job, he spends time with his wife, three children and a new rambunctious beagle puppy.
Luke Young offers a free copy of the first book in this series to anyone who wants one. Simply send him an email at firstname.lastname@example.org and ask for one.
Jillian Grayson sat up in bed typing away on the keyboard of her laptop computer. She wore a nightshirt that wasn’t all that sexy, but what she was typing was—or at least it started out that way…
Dallas lay in bed unable to sleep and wondering if Katrina was suffering the same fate—and for the very same reason. Did she want him as much as he wanted her? Katrina was but a few steps away, yet he dare not go to her for he was a guest, and then there was Katrina’s mother, who was just across the hall. For Dallas sleep came minutes later, but it would be short lived for soon Katrina stood over him completely nude and pondering how to proceed…
Dallas must have been in a deep sleep since he didn’t feel it when Katrina peeled the sheet carefully off him, exposing his muscular body, six-pack abs, and sizeable manhood. She quivered when his impressiveness sprang into view. For a long time she kneeled next to the bed just studying his body and savoring his scent. Katrina took his sex into her hand and worked it until it was rigid while she watched him sleep. When Dallas woke, he looked into her eyes, swallowed hard, and whispered, "I’ve been waiting for you."
Just as fast as his sex expanded, it lost its firmness and flopped against his leg. Katrina looked down at it in disappointment and then moaned in frustration. "What’s wrong?"
Dallas said sheepishly, "Sometimes that happens to me, sorry. Ever since I cheated on my wife with that whore in the pool I haven’t been able to—"
Jillian stopped typing and thought she might be heading in the wrong direction with this. How did her ex-husband get into the story? But then again most men are assholes, she thought.
Jillian picked the glass of wine up off the nightstand, took a long sip, and then replaced it. She highlighted the last paragraph about Dallas’s problem, hit one key, and it was gone. Just like his boner, she thought. Then she laughed out loud. Jillian wasn’t exactly in the correct frame of mind to write right now, especially on this particular subject. She stared straight ahead and wondered about the likelihood of Dallas slipping in the shower, striking his head, and dying instantly or maybe an earthquake could strike and Dallas’s amazingly perfect body would be trapped under a giant beam. What the hell kind of name was Dallas anyway? She thought she might want to give her character a real name like Stewart, but figured no one would believe that a guy named Stewart could give you six consecutive orgasms in one night. What was she doing writing novels about people having amazing sex when she’d never had any? Okay, maybe once or twice twenty years ago, but none since then. She had no right. If people knew that she was the one writing these books, they wouldn’t buy them. She was a fraud. Jillian picked up her wineglass and took another long drink; she grinned, wiped those unhelpful thoughts from her mind, and started typing again…
Katrina took his sex in her hand and worked it until it was rigid. As she studied it closely, Katrina noticed two red bumps on the underside of his pathetic excuse for a penis. She recoiled in horror—
Jillian hit the backspace key to erase everything after Dallas’s "sex" started expanding. She closed the lid on the laptop and tossed it gently onto a pillow at the foot of the bed. Picking up her wineglass, Jillian emptied it with one last sip and then turned on the television.
Romance novels about erectile dysfunction and STDs weren’t exactly big sellers. Jillian Grayson wrote under the pen name of Jaclyn West. She’d written fourteen bestsellers so far and had more money than she needed flowing in, so her next novel could wait. The book royalties had paid for her large, beautiful house in Miami. She still had plenty of money, even after the divorce, which forced her to part with nearly half of her earnings to her bastard ex-husband. She’ll never forget the day she came home early from a book tour and found George performing oral sex on that slut in the pool—the pool she had paid for and an act he would rarely, if ever, do for her. Jillian always thought he hated oral sex or more specifically, he hated the giving part. But there he was, naked, standing in the shallow end of the pool, and going to work on some other woman as she floated in the pool on a ring, which Jillian had also paid for. The pool oral sex thing actually looked like it might be kind of fun, and Jillian often wondered why George had never once tried that on her.
That day when Jillian spotted them from the second floor balcony off their bedroom, she had watched for a little longer than she’d care to admit. Maybe that was because all her erotic romance writing had left her desensitized to sex, at least a little. At first it didn’t seem real; it was as if she was visualizing a scene for a book she was working on—not watching her husband cheat on her.
When she finally came back to earth, Jillian left the house and went to the side of the pool; she snuck up on the adulterous couple and stood there until the woman being serviced noticed that they had an audience. Then the woman tapped George on the shoulder to get his attention. When George turned around, he had a look of guilt on his face that Jillian would never forget. Jillian wouldn’t let the naked woman back in the house to get her clothes. She simply threw the clothes out the door. The woman was forced to get dressed outside and shamefully leave through the back gate. George went into the house, got dressed, and left through the front door; it was the last time he ever set foot inside.
Jillian didn’t cry that day; instead she put on a pair of kitchen gloves and retrieved the ring float from the pool. When her attempts to drain the float of air through the valve seemed to be taking way too long, she stabbed it ten times with scissors. That could possibly have been overkill, but it did the trick and gave her a much-needed outlet for her rage. Jillian called a company to have the pool drained, scrubbed, and refilled at the cost of fifteen hundred dollars. It was worth it, she thought, because she would never have been able to dip a toe in the pool until every last drop of that contaminated water was replaced. She imagined what George had been up to all those times she was traveling; what types of women had he explored in and out of the pool? How long had he been playing away and with how many women? Although, Jillian was out of town quite a bit, she had never suspected anything since George never seemed to be sneaking around nor was he ever evasive about where he was going or what he had planned. Their sex life was never great or very active, but he seemed to be an attentive and loyal husband—at least most of the time.
Once Jillian discovered the infidelity, she wanted to know if George had left her with any other little surprises. Jillian went to her doctor for a complete STD panel of tests and luckily for him, she came back clean. Had George left her with something, Jillian would have cut his balls off or worse.