Mr. Right

Mr. Right

Ana Blaze

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Prologue 

May 2007

Kara reapplied her lip gloss and dropped her robe before climbing on the bed. The key was to look casual, yet seductive. She crossed her legs, lifted herself up on her elbows and scowled at her cleavage. The sales lady promised this push-up bra would give her an extra-cup size. She lied. 

No one graduated high school still a virgin. Okay, maybe some of the super-religious kids or the Chess genius types did, but Kara wasn't either. She was a normal, red-blooded, seventeen- year-old girl with less than a month left to avoid the life-long stigma of being a great big V at graduation. 

It's not that she hadn't had opportunities. She was cute enough, a little too tall maybe, but there were plenty of guys at school that were taller. The problem was standards; Kara wasn't willing to lower hers. If she was going do it, she was going to do it right. She wasn't going to settle for less than a red-hot sex god. 

And she'd found one. 

Grant Pearce. Just the thought of his name made her giddy. Grant was everything the boys at her school weren't. He wasn't just cute...he was hot. Dirty hot. Bad hot. Pierced nipples and black eyeliner around ice-blue eyes hot. 

He was the lead singer for a band and wrote almost all their songs. Kara hadn't seen them play yet because they never did all-ages shows, but she was sure he was incredible. She'd overheard him singing in the shower once. His voice made her thighs tremble. 

How her dork of a big brother had made friends with the coolest, most fascinating, sexiest man she'd ever seen was a mystery she'd still be trying to solve on her dying day. 

It didn't matter. Nick had called a few days before Thanksgiving his freshman year of college and asked if he could bring home a friend for the weekend. Kara expected a video-game obsessed, engineering major like her brother. What she'd gotten was Grant--a ripped jeans and leather jacket wearing punk-rocker who was majoring in History, of all things. 

She'd fallen head over heels before they even sliced the pies. And three years of weekend and holiday visits only cemented it. 

Kara was certain Grant felt it too. He was always giving her these little smiles or winking at her like they were the only ones in on a joke.