It Started With A Kiss
Tabitha Winters—I wrote science fiction books, and at twenty-eight years old, I made an excellent income from my writing. So why would my agent ask me to try something different? She wants a sexy love story, perhaps a women's romance.
Those tales of love at first sight, and the stories of toe-curling kisses and being swept off your feet, were all lies; made up to sell books. Yes, romance books were most women's go-to genre, but I believed it was because women were looking for something they lacked in their own relationship. Something to spice up their love life, add a little fantasy before joining Mr. Boring in bed to have the same old vanilla sex.
Sex wasn't all that, the stories were rubbish, and I was determined to prove it. My research for project 'Just one Kiss,' started now.
Winston Breckinridge—I was bored out of my mind. I was tired of clubbing every weekend and sifting through the same type of female. They were all alike. The only difference was the clothes they wore or didn't. I wanted someone unique. But where did one go for such a purpose, especially when one had money?
I attracted women, but it was always the wrong sort. I wanted someone who didn't care that I was rich, didn't care that I was the best looking man on the planet. I wanted someone who wasn't looking for a one night stand. I was determined to settle down and start a family before I turned thirty-five.
When I spoke to my best friend about it, he offered up a bet. "Win, you will never find a woman who isn't seeking at least one of those things. I'll give you thirty days to find Miss Right. When the time is up, you will end up owing me because there isn't a woman like that on the globe."
