When they’re good, they’re very, very good. But when they’re bad…
by Becca Simone
Bad boyfriends. We’ve all had them. You know the ones. They come in many variations, from slightly bad to really bad. Maybe he never complimented you, or he belittled you in front of his friends. Or maybe he was nice to you in private, but a dick to you in public—or vice versa. Or maybe he made snide comments about your weight or appearance. Maybe he belittled your sexual skills, even if he was a lame-o in bed himself. Maybe he wasn’t faithful to you. Maybe he hit you.
I’m pretty lucky in the bad boyfriend department, I don’t have any major horror stories. Mainly because I didn’t date much before I met my husband, who was a very good boyfriend (very, very good if you get my drift, tee hee). I’m not saying I didn’t date any jerks. There was “Joe,” who tried to get me to have sex with him in his car in a church parking lot. When I refused because I was a virgin and he was a horse’s ass, he made me get out and walk home in the rain, then the next day at work (we worked at the same restaurant), he told everyone we’d slept together and that he’d “popped my cherry.” (Do people even say that anymore?). Luckily, more people believed me than him. I think. Then there was “Bob,” who was a friend of my sister’s boyfriend. He was very cute and very well built. He acted interested in me, and I was thrilled because I was shy and didn’t get much male attention. We dated a couple of times and he was always very much the gentleman…until my sister broke up with her boyfriend and he immediately made his move on her. Seems he only dated me to get to her. He ended up being abusive, so I’m glad it worked out that way for me. Not so much for my sister. Luckily, she dumped his ass soon, too. And who could forget “Tom,” who was my blind date the first time I went skiing. It was a double date with my best friend and her boyfriend. No one told me that I wasn’t supposed to go straight down the mountain. No one told me that if I fell, I should fall into the mountain, not down it. Well, I did fall. The rented ski came up and hit me in the nose, breaking it. My nose and lip swelled up like a balloon and I had a lovely black eye. And my date would have nothing to do with me for the rest of the day. Nice, eh?
My heroine in DEEP BLUE also had a bad boyfriend in her past. His name was Dick, which is apropos, don’t you think? His modus operandi was to belittle Kate after sex, telling her how boring she was, how he couldn’t get turned on by her. How her slight excess weight was a major turnoff, even though he wasn’t Adonis by any stretch of the imagination. Kate finally got the nerve to break up with him, but the damage was done. Her self-esteem had taken a major hit. She threw herself into her job, telling herself she didn’t have time for a relationship, telling herself that she didn’t miss sex. Sex was over-hyped in her book. Her various sex toys became her closest relationships. She continued to struggle with her weight, being an emotional eater. She liked to joke that she’d have much more successful in the boyfriend department if she’d been born in a different era, back when a woman’s lush curves were considered a good thing.
So, meeting Thaddeus, the hero in DEEP BLUE, a man from a different era (100 years ago, to be exact), was just what she needed. He thought her body was perfect just the way it was.
What about you? Any bad boyfriend horror stories you’d care to share?
Under the light of a full moon and lurking in the restless waves of the deep blue sea, someone or something watches a ship cutting through the dark waters.
Insurance fraud investigator Kate Hargrove is looking into the disappearances of women from a cruise line. She soon “disappears” herself when pulled undersea by a giant sea creature. Now, this beauty is trapped beneath the sea with a desperate beast.
100 years ago, Thaddeus Ryker was cursed and banished to the ocean depths. He has only three more days to find someone to love him in his monstrous half man/half sea creature state or he’ll spend eternity as a monster of the sea.
When her terror subsides, Kate realizes she’s both attracted to and repulsed by Thaddeus. As she gets to know him, she discovers a sexy, haunted man. Can she learn to love him – a monster – in just three days?
“Then shut up and kiss me, Thaddeus,” she muttered.
He lifted his head. “You modern women are so demanding,” he said, before clamping his mouth onto hers. This time, he was the one in control, his tongue demanding and thorough. “Heaven on earth, you taste amazing,” he said, coming up for air.
“And this isn’t my tastiest body part,” she whispered, feeling incredibly wanton and frisky, so unlike how she usually was with men. This whole situation was so surreal.
His chuckle vibrated behind her ear. “What is your tastiest part?”
She giggled and dropped her head back, allowing him better access to the sensitive skin of her neck. “You’ll know when you find it.” God, this was fun.
His tongue dipped into the shell of her ear. He blew on her softly. “Mmm, you taste pretty good right here,” he murmured. He bent her backward over his strong forearms, and kissed a path down to her breasts. He met her eyes, grinned, and then his mouth closed over a nipple, drawing it into his hot mouth. Every suck pulled deep in her pussy. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was kissing her clit at the same time as the pleasure radiated between her legs.
“You’re doing that mind thing again, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice breathless.
“I’m sorry, my love. I have been too long without a woman and I’m afraid I can’t keep my lusty thoughts from the sweet spot between your legs.”
That sweet spot ached and she squirmed against the rock. “No apologies necessary,” she gasped.
Becca Simone was just eleven years old when she read her first romance novel. It was about the same time that she realized making up stories was way more exciting than reality. Thus, an author was born. Becca lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, two kids and a menagerie of pets.
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