Never Been Kissed

I just finished up edits on Never Been Kissed this weekend. The story will release on Sept. 9. In the book, Shelly decides it’s time to reinvent herself. Tired of being a wallflower, she seeks ways to overcome her shyness…and maybe even find a guy (or two) to kiss as well. Thought I’d share the cover, the unedited blurb and a sneak peek at the book. And don’t forget…The Back-Up Plan is out tomorrow!

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There’s a big difference between starting over and simply starting.   

Shelly MacIssac had pretty much given up all hope. Hope that she’ll lose weight, that she’ll find any excitement in life, that there will ever be any man in her bed besides Barney, her cat. So when Zoey suggests the wine girls come up with resolutions for the New Year, Shelly latches onto the one everyone expects her to choose—the tried and true commitment to go on a diet and get into shape. However, deep inside Shelly knows she needs to change a lot more than just her physical appearance.

Christian has been licking the wounds of a broken heart for a year, but no more. He’s covertly watched and lusted after Shelly at work and he’s not wasting any more time. There’s something about her that makes him believe she’s the one. Unfortunately, Shelly’s kickboxing instructor—and Christian’s best friend—Lance has set his sights on the sweet blonde as well.

Will it be pistols at dawn or will the two friends discover a more erotic answer to their shared attraction to Shelly? And will the shy beauty accept their racy proposal?

Warning: There is a chance this story will encourage you to go on a diet and begin an intense exercise regime. After all, flavored body lube is low cal, right? And sex is a great way to burn calories.


Lance’s grip tightened on her waist and he leaned closer. For a split second, she thought he was going to kiss her and she panicked until he spoke into her ear loudly. “I think your friend is trying to get your attention.”

Shelly tried to suck enough air into her lungs to get her brain functioning again. She’d been in the bar less than thirty minutes and yet it was shaping up to be the most exciting, terrifying, surreal night of her life. Lance pointed toward the edge of the dance floor and she followed the direction until she spotted Josie waving at her.

Josie pointed at Jake who was standing next to her and mouthed, “Full moon.” Shelly grinned. Damn. She’d picked the wrong friend to emulate. Josie was off to have sex in public with the gorgeous man standing next to her. What a night. Shelly never wanted it to end.

She lifted her finger. “One hour?”

Josie nodded.

Lance watched the exchange, but mercifully he didn’t ask questions. Instead, he tugged her closer. “Looks like I’ve got you to myself for another hour.”

Shelly laughed. Not because he’d said anything funny. But because she was so incredibly happy. She’d have to buy Georgie the world’s biggest box of chocolate to thank her for her advice.

A new song began and Shelly did something she’d never done before. She let go of all her inhibitions and simply lost herself to the music, the moment. She and Lance picked up the rhythm of the sultry tune, each of them trying to outdo each other with their sexy dance moves.

Unfortunately, reality came crashing down in the form of a blonde barracuda. Miss Size Two jeans/DD boobs knocked into Shelly, pushing her away from Lance. At first, Shelly assumed it was an accident. After all, the dance floor was packed.

The woman said, “Excuse me,” but Shelly noticed she didn’t relinquish the space she’d just cleared. Size Two moved closer to Lance, her dancing an overt sexual invitation.

Lance glanced at Shelly over the woman’s shoulder, his gaze darkening as the blonde thrust her breasts against his chest. Shelly couldn’t tell if it was lust or anger on his face. She didn’t have much experience with either. She’d never managed to provoke those sort of hot emotions in anyone.

Shelly continued to move to the beat, as her mind whirled over what to do. The woman truly was beautiful. And built. And definitely interested in Lance.

He’d have to be blind not to pick up on the signals the blonde was giving him. Maybe it was time for Shelly to step aside. She didn’t want to cramp his style. It had been nice of him to dance with her while Josie was occupied, but it wouldn’t be right for her to monopolize his entire evening.

She took one step toward the table, then froze as a spark of anger flared. If anyone had asked her yesterday, she would have sworn she didn’t have a temper. Shelly could count on one hand the times she’d blown a fuse and all of those had been years earlier, in high school, before life had beaten her down and taught her it just doesn’t get any better.

Tonight had proven to her that was wrong. In the past, she’d taken her lumps in silence because she’d given up.

But dammit, she was tired of lying down and playing possum, while others took and took and took.

So she stole a page out of Size Two’s book. Stepping next to the dancing couple, she accidentally swung her hip too far, propelling the petite woman at least five feet across the floor. Shelly suspected she would have gone even farther if another pack of dancers hadn’t broken her flight.

Shelly raised her hand to her mouth as if mortified by what had happened and said a less than sincere sorry that had Lance laughing loudly.

“Looks like my kickboxing lessons are paying off. That was completely bad ass.”

She grinned. “Maybe if she ate a cracker or two occasionally she wouldn’t be so easy to throw.”

Lance took Shelly’s hands and spun her as the music slowed down. Without a second’s pause, he pulled her closer and started swaying.

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Posted March 31, 2014 by Mari Carr in category "Uncategorized


  1. By Belle on

    I agree, I can’t wait. Type faster. This sounds great.

  2. By Michele Ficht on

    I look forward to reading this book just like I look forward to reading all of your books. 🙂

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