ONE LAST SHOT
by Gillian Jones
My name is Claire Knox.
People say I’m the female version of a player: a boyslayer, if you’re fluent in urban dictionary speak.
I hate long term relationships. I’ll never commit to sticking around long enough to get attached to the notion of love, marriage, or the proverbial two point five kids.
No sirree Not this girl.
There’s no way I’ll let myself get hurt by losing someone I love ever again.
Been there, felt that.
Consider me damaged goods if you will, but I’m happy.
Or so I thought, until my path crossed his again…
I’d built a moat around my castle, hired a troll to guard the drawbridge, donned my armour and went to battle – me against love.
I swear my vagina goes on lockdown at his offer. I can hear the gates clanging shut and the whoop whoop of the alarm.
I get that we let them play with us from time to time. But still that’s pretty much the only thing women have in common with dolls. I mean, we’re living, breathing people, with thoughts and feelings, I ain’t no plastic fantastic, I am the real deal complete with fun bags and a dick garage. So do not call me a doll.
… the last thing we need is for you to be holding inspections from now on, adding another stupid hang up for you to use against mankind. I don’t suppose that would go over too well in the bedroom with most dudes all ready for action and you pulling out your magnifying glass. Needing to inspect it before you permit it, hit it and quit it.
I love you, and I will spend all my days loving you like I’m going to lose you…
… you’re my air, Claire. I need you to breathe. So you can’t ever leave me. I can’t breathe right when you’re not around.
I adored Matt, he was so swoon-worthy, sweet, patient, romantic, sexy, and insightful. Claire was difficult for me to appreciate, her emotional developmental appeared to have arrested at age fourteen with the death of her parents. Her default coping mechanism was avoidance and denial – which became rather tedious. Claire was full of hang-ups, a drama queen, a stubborn and emotionally stunted diva, immature, insecure, and more than a bit frustrating to me. I basically wanted to smack her with my kindle. She ran hot and cold as fickle as a teenage girl and treated poor Matt abysmally, but he tolerated it as she his Sugarshack. This dirty talking pair had combustible sexual chemistry that even Claire couldn’t deny. She was drawn to him but didn’t want to be, but like the Borg – resistance was futile! Thankfully, she finally snapped to and began to work on herself. Written from a dual POV, Ms. Jones’s storyline was emotive and angsty, yet also wickedly amusing, full of expletives, and heaving with sizzling sensuality that frequently found me gasping and with a mouth as dry as the desert. I cannot wait to see what she does with the next couple.
About The Author
I’m a wife, mother, and a crazy Canadian, living in Ontario with the loves of my life – my amazing hubby and sweetest little boy. I’m admittedly addicted to my friends, red wine, and laughter. A lover of alpha males, hot sex, coupled with the perfect side of angst all topped off with the epic happily ever after.