Tuesday, March 15, 2016


“Sexy,
sassy, and filled with so much adorable awkwardness you can't help but be Team
Olivia from the very first page. One of H.J. Bellus' best to date!”

–JILLIAN
@ Read-Love-Blog




PURCHASE


SYNOPSIS


The ocean...October, outdoors, orange... All
O's that sneaky damn letter. 




I need the O. Crave the O, even dream about the
bastard. 




My name is Olivia and this is my virgin diary.
Yep, at the ripe age of 24 I'm single and O-less. And to top it all off, with a
shiny cherry, I'm a first grade teacher. 




Not much hope meeting Prince Charming in my
workplace. 




I live with my hyper Yorkie and wild
imagination. And I despise the letter O. 




Follow Olivia Olander in her wild and hysterical
journey as she hunts down the elusive O. 




She may hate the obscure O now, but Officer Oren
O'Brien hasn't lit up her world. 




Will Olivia ever learn to love the O or be
cursed with its lingering presence the rest of her life?




Find out in the virgin diaries.











PROLOGUE


Dear Diary,
Sweats, check. An ample
supply of new movies for the weekend, check. A box of powder doughnuts, check.
Pedro on my lap gnawing on a rawhide. This is it, my life in a nutshell. I’m a
loser with a teaching degree and a wild desire to be swept off of my feet by
Prince Charming. Not only do I want to be swept off my feet, I want him to
pound me into next Tuesday. He needs to ride me like he stole me and toss my V
card right out the window.
For now, it’s the damn
“Notebook”, junk food, and my dog.
Love, O





EXCERPT

The walk seems to have worn out Pedro. He lays
perched at the bottom of my bed soaking up the little bit of sunlight streaming
through the window. I forgo eating due to nerves and pour a glass of wine after
nearly elbow dropping the top of the bottle to get the cork out. Who knew a
simple machine was so damn difficult to use?
At first the tartness of the wine makes me shiver
but then soon, a sweet spray dances over my tongue.
“Not bad,” I say to myself and down the glass.
The stage is set. A hot bubble bath, a full wine
glass, bottle of wine, light mood music, candles, and then…the massive purple
plastic cock who is about to give me my first screaming O. I locked Pedro in
his kennel because there’s no way I could handle him watching me rub this one
out or at least try to.
The water stings my skin as I sink down into the
tub. My favorite sweet scent of bubble bath assaults my senses as I melt back
into the tub. I sip down another glass of wine, relaxing even more with Norah
Jones singing in the background. I was smart enough to keep the bottle in
reaching distance for refills.
My fingers can barely wrap around the girth of the
vibrator. How in the hell is it supposed to fit inside me? I giggle to myself
when I realize I’m holding the damn thing like a microphone near the tip of it.
“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the virgin diaries
starring Olivia Olander who’s currently O-less and in desperate search for The Big O.”
I belly laugh like a crazed idiot after my
entertaining stance. I down one more glass of wine and then dial up Scout for
one last burst of encouragement.
“Scout,” I purr into the phone.
“Sup, ho-bag?”
“Just floating in the tub, slamming wine, and about
to get it on with Tony the Tiger.”
She squeals a tone deafening pitch into the phone
before creating any coherent speech. “I’m so proud of you, O. Just make sure to
get used to the vibrating speeds before full insertion and once in, set the
twirl mode to level three and you’ll be flying high.”
I feel like I should be taking notes instead of
nodding and sipping my adult grape juice. The influences of the wine have me fully
accepting her advice instead of flushing with embarrassment and running away.
“I think I got this, Scout.”
“Get it, girl.” She laughs into the phone. “How much
wine have you pounded?”
“Like only half a bottle, but it’s one of those
jumbo ones.”
“You do realize that’s like three bottles in one,
right?”
“Is that bad?” I belch before getting out the last
word.
“Don’t drink anymore and just get down and dirty.”
A beep sounds on my phone. I pull it away to look at
the screen. “Gotta go, Scout, Hot Cop is calling me.”
“O don’t you dare take it.”
“Bye.” I click over to the next call, giddy as a
little kid in a candy shop.
“Hello.” I try to purr in my sexiest of sexy voices.
“Hey Olivia.” His rich voice sends shivers down my
spine and I swear they land right between my legs. I tingle.
“Everything okay? I swear there were cop carzz
everywhere.”
Shit, did I just slur one of
my words into the phone?
I sit up a bit taller in the water and try to pay attention.
The cool air perks my nipples right up.
“All is good, Olivia. There were two different
things going down, that’s why there were so many cars everywhere.” He pauses
and I hear the cracking slam of a few doors shutting.
“What are you doing?” I ask out of curiosity.
“Just got home and ready to crash, but felt bad the
way I left you today.”
“I get it. It’s your job. No worries. I’m not a
needy person, Oren.”
“Just trying to be a gentleman to my new non-dating
friend.” His voice muffles for a second and then becomes clearer.
“What are you doing now?” I ask.
“Just took my shirt off, getting ready to kick my
boots off, and drink a brewski before hitting the hay.”
“So you’re topless?” My nipples stiffen instantly
picturing Oren shirtless.
“Yeah.” He chuckles. “You interested?”
“Possibly.”
Oh those tingles intensify to a mind numbing state.
I can do this. I can really do this with Oren’s voice fueling my desire.
“Picture?”
“Duh,” I promptly reply.
“Give me a second. Oh, and Olivia, we still on for
Friday?”
“Fucking A we are.” I slap my hand over my mouth
when the bold words fly out. Note to
self: less wine.
His deep chuckle vibrates through the phone. “The
answer I wanted.”
“Before we say goodbye, give me a second.”
“Okay, I need to whiz real quick.”
Holy shit, he’s about to be
holding his big gigantor wiener in his hand. Baby Jesus, don’t let him be
packing light.
“Alrighty then, I’ll be right back.”
I set down my cell phone on the edge of the tub and
stare down Tony. And then sing “Let’s get it on” to him. It’s the biggest move
of my life and I’m about to become a full-fledged woman and if things do ever
go further with Oren, I’ll be ready.
His deep voice snaps me out of my hypnotic stare
with Tony.
“I’m here,” I holler. I down the remaining wine in
my glass grab my phone and then Tony with the other hand. “Thanks for the call
tonight, Officer Hot Cop.”
I plunge Tony down into the water, fumbling for the
buttons. His edges are a bit more rigid then I remember as I try to softly rub
him up and down my clit. It’s the first step to strum my clit-tar.
“Oren, you there?”
It’s silent on his end; boy, he must have a huge
bladder or maybe tired out from holding up his monster cock.
“Oren?” I try again while still strumming away and
by the way, it’s an awful feeling. Very abrasive indeed.
My phone begins to vibrate in my hand and then
furiously twirls while vibrating. I pull my phone from my ear and come face to
face with fucking Tony the Tiger. I was talking to a damn vibrator with the tip
of the cock to my ear.

“Oh fuck,” I squeal, pulling my phone from between
my legs, soaked in my favorite scent of bubble bath and dripping water.




ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I am just a simple country girl getting one story out of
my head at a time. I was raised in small town, USA and still reside there
with my husband and children. I am a huge country music fan and am inspired
by it everyday. I live and love country life, and you will find those
elements in my books. I also adore strong and brave lead female
characters, and strive to be a courageous and independent woman in everyday
life. In my opinion, life is no fun without a good sense of humor,
sprinkles, cheese whiz, and candy. It is the simple things that warm my
heart.

Live life your way,


HJ
Bellus



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