Anna Wheaton has taken over her family business, a small floral shop that has fallen on hard times. On a day like any other, an old friend from high school shows up to buy flowers. Wounded in combat, a shadow of his former self, Brent enters into Anna's life again. Navigating a minefield of tragedy, can these two finally find what they're looking for in each other?
This 12,000 word erotica/erotic romance features a BBW main character, a military man, a steamy sex scene, and other adult situations and is therefore intended for ADULTS ONLY (18+)
Excerpts:
"You're not closed yet, are you?" Anna looked at the man's cut jaw, his clean-shaven face, his dark brown eyes. He was gorgeous. "We're closing in about 5 minutes, but don't worry about that. How can I help you?" The man paused for a second and squinted his eyes, turning his head to the left ever so slightly. He put his finger in the air and waved it up and down for a moment, like he was trying to place something. "Anna? Anna Wheaton?" Apparently she did know this person. Anna squinted her eyes too, trying to place where she had met him. Perhaps they went to high school together? "Yes, I'm Anna Wheaton. I'm sorry, do we know each other? I'm not very good at remembering people, sadly." The man laughed a little. "No, no, that's fine, I'm not very good at it either. It's me, Brent."
She couldn't see any obvious injuries. "You look pretty good to me - I mean, you look healthy. You look good too, I didn't mean to imply that you didn't look good. You look great!" Anna's face went beat red. Smooth, very smooth. Brent laughed. "You look great too. A roadside bomb went off, and some of the shrapnel entered my thick noggin." He tapped his head with his hand. "It's been a long road to a full recovery, but things are looking up." Anna smiled at him. He seemed like he was alright, but it was hard to tell. Brent grabbed a piece of paper, wrote down his cell number, and slid it across the counter. "How about we grab some lunch this week? I would really love to talk some more." Anna folded the piece of paper and put it in her pocket. "I would love to. I'll give you a call. Give my best to your mother by the way, I hope she enjoys the flowers."