BRYANT & TYNLEIGH
CAMERA TALES BOOK THREE
The partier. The playboy. The popular one.
That’s what I’ve always been. Never serious about anything. Especially not girls. I had my fun. Lived it up. Made friends. Did my time in high school just like everyone else. Inhaled college experience at an uncontrollable rate. Me and my cousin Joel—my partner in crime—sat on top of the world for a while. We had it all.
California dreams are a high in itself.
But every high comes to an end. The come-down isn’t as fun as the high. Bad shit happens. People lie. They die. And before you know it you’re stuck in the middle of an earthquake and everything is falling down around you. Then you’re forced to grow up. Take responsibility. Life isn’t about the party anymore. Nothing stays the same.
My yearly trip to New York came calling. One week out of the year I could be irresponsible. Live for the party with no consequences. Alcohol. Sex. Add to a head full of memories. I picked her out in a club. A wager was made. I took her home.
What a one-night stand she was. Turns out she wasn’t much of a stranger, after all. Sister of a porn star, and my best friend. Something about her was different. Smart. Beautiful. Driven. Fun. Had one hell of a mouth on her. Before I knew it one night turned into two and returning home days later wasn’t as easy as I expected it to be.
Opposite coastlines with nothing to hold us together. Until there was. One thing you can bank on with irresponsible sex—consequences. And I have a black eye left by my best friend to prove it.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: THEIR STORY WILL CONCLUDE IN SEX SESSIONS: PASSIONATE DESIRES. NO CLIFFHANGER. HAPPILY FOR NOW. RECOMMENDED TO READ BOOK ONE AND TWO FIRST, BUT NOT REQUIRED.
BRYANT & TYNLEIGH
CAMERA TALES BOOK Four
The strong-willed female. The independent career woman. The professional writer.
All of those descriptions define me. I’m a dream chaser. I am who I am and I love wearing my skin. I’ve made it my life mission to remain single, to mingle with those of similar interests, and to enjoy a man for what he’s good at—sex. Everything else women want from a relationship I can give myself. It’s easier than it sounds in the middle of New York City, a place where so many like me flock together. I love everything about this place—the nightlife, the shopping, the opportunities, the never-ending culture. I’ve been chasing the east coast since the day I graduated high school. I’ve been a New Yorker since college and I’ve never looked back.
Then my little brother and his girlfriend came to visit and brought their constant need for each other sexually—ironic for porn stars—reminding me that it’d been far too long since I was with a man. I needed to get laid, and fast.
He approached me in a bar. Hot, muscular, and confident. Luckily for him, I was in hunting mode. I let him think he caught me, though. A one-night stand and he was supposed to leave. That boy knew how to work a girl in bed. I can still feel him between my legs. What I didn’t bargain for was all the drama that followed that sexy night between the sheets.
Like him being my little brother’s best friend. Or the week-long fling that followed. Or my irresponsible decisions. The foreign feelings that followed. But most of all—what he left me with when he went back home. Now I’m stuck with him. Though I can’t say he’s the worst person to be tied to for a minimum of eighteen years. The problem is, everything I’ve worked hard for is on the line, and he wants more. I won’t be in a relationship due to circumstance. I’m not ready for this much change. And for someone that has some body-shaming issues, it’s too much too soon. I need an outlet. Writing has always been that for me.
Start a blog—my best friend said. What I didn’t know, was that those three words would change my life forever.
COVER WILL BE CHANGED.