Adult Content:
Recommended for Mature Audiences Only.
WARNING: THIS BOOK IS DEFINITELY ONLY FOR AGES 18 OR OLDER. OLIVIA HAS CRAZY THOUGHTS. IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY INAPPROPRIATE THOUGHTS I RECOMMEND YOU DON'T READ THIS. IF YOU HAVE VIRGIN EARS I RECOMMEND YOU DON'T READ THIS. IF YOU HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR THEN READ THIS.
Olivia Spurgeon has been a good girl her entire life. Her friends have called her Spurgeon the Virgin since 9th grade. Why? Because everyone in her group of friends had already lost there virginity by then. Over the past four years it has been like a foreign object attached to her and even named it something simple.
Virginity.
Now, she's a freshman in college and still hasn't done the deed. All three of her roommates do not have Virginity attached to them and they aren't scared to show it off. Olivia is jealous. She wants what they are having, feeling. One day she finally decides that she doesn't want Virginity attached to her anymore and begins the journey of shedding it.
Virginity.
Now, she's a freshman in college and still hasn't done the deed. All three of her roommates do not have Virginity attached to them and they aren't scared to show it off. Olivia is jealous. She wants what they are having, feeling. One day she finally decides that she doesn't want Virginity attached to her anymore and begins the journey of shedding it.
My Thoughts:
I was really torn about this. There were moments that made my toes actually curl; exquisite anticipation was charged and tangible... but there were moments (especially the epilogue) that just left me wanting and unfulfilled. So many little things that added up to a roll of my eyes, but I still found myself turning pages with little prodding.
You know, New Adult is fast becoming a favorite of mine, and virginity is a theme occurring with more regularity... the key, I think, is wanting to take that journey with the character. Olivia was an issue for me, being an 'older' virgin (in this day and age) is not a usual thing anymore. It lends credibility that she would be awkward; but she was 'funny/silly' awkward it was like this painful mess that just wanted to make me shake my head and sigh. Ryder helped balance everything- a little, at least. The banter was odd and not at ALL what I would expect, but tempered by the easily guessed direction of the book.
The book seemed to try to channel a little of the chemistry and flavor of humor from Wallbanger. It had the witty 'names' like Elevator Girl. It had some of the most awkward interaction on a first date that I think I've ever seen or read. I wanted to be excited, I wanted to be 'woo'ed, I wanted to cheer... but it was like getting worked up then left cold. But, at the same time, there were some zingers that made me smirk. Here, I'll share one:
"Well, don't get any ideas because I'm not like any of those other girls you take home. Legs isn't the word of the day so I'm not going to be spreading it."
The epilogue. *Glares at Kindle* It alone lost at least 1 heart all it's own. Epilogues are NOT meant to do that. If it had been left off, never to be seen by me, I'd feel 100% comfy with a 4♥ rating. No qualms. BUT. It exists. It sits there, mocking me. The worst thing, is I can't say anything specific without giving away spoilers and I don't want to do that. And it might just be me. It could absolutely just be me and my weird little self that feels this way about it- but.. it was the bane of this book. Above the awkwardness, above the freaky conversations, above my eye rolling... I. Hate. The. Epilogue.
Despite all this frustration, my minds still goes back to that toe curling. There were times that I was SO caught up, that it rose above all my other petty issues (until I reached the *bleeping* epilogue.) I really want to give it a 3½, but oh, no- I have to stick with whole hearts. So, by a hair- or rather, a toe curl, I give it a 4♥ rating. If you like fun, awkward, light romance with no heavy emotional gut-wrenching hits, then I'd recommend Losing Virginity (that sounds so wrong, right?) to you.
About Me
I'm an LA girl who lives in San Francisco. I'm currently working a 9 to 5 joh but decided to write my own book in January 2013 instead of watching television. My new years resolution. I'm glad that I've finally ready to release it after 8 months of working on it!
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EXCERPT:
I set my cup to the side and leaned in to him. I gently kissed his lips that were sweet from the wine. My mind had shut off. There were no tumultuous thoughts or conflicting emotions like there had been last night. I was completely in the moment with him… Alone with him.
I gently pulled back from him and looked seriously into his eyes. I studied his face, and his hair, touching them gently as if they were made of porcelain. I leaned back in to kiss his neck and breathe no words but just my desire into his ear. His arms tightened around my waist and he pulled his breath in quickly as he pulled me on top of him. I was nervous. My body seemed to know what it wanted. My hands grasped his hair as our lips met. I felt myself pull closer and closer to him, my hips grinding gently against his. In one motion I sat up, still straddling him and pulled the top of my dress down to expose my breasts. I didn’t feel self-conscious or awkward. I felt excited and confident and I wanted him to feel that way too. He unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his perfectly defined chest. I leaned back down and felt all the blood in my body race as the warmth of our bodies connected.
As we kissed, I reached down and, a little clumsily, unbuttoned his pants and gently pulled the zipper down. This was it. I was ready. I wanted to lose my virginity here, with this man, right now. It wasn’t the alcohol. It was him, Ryder Dawson. He was the man worthy enough.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
I set my cup to the side and leaned in to him. I gently kissed his lips that were sweet from the wine. My mind had shut off. There were no tumultuous thoughts or conflicting emotions like there had been last night. I was completely in the moment with him… Alone with him.
I gently pulled back from him and looked seriously into his eyes. I studied his face, and his hair, touching them gently as if they were made of porcelain. I leaned back in to kiss his neck and breathe no words but just my desire into his ear. His arms tightened around my waist and he pulled his breath in quickly as he pulled me on top of him. I was nervous. My body seemed to know what it wanted. My hands grasped his hair as our lips met. I felt myself pull closer and closer to him, my hips grinding gently against his. In one motion I sat up, still straddling him and pulled the top of my dress down to expose my breasts. I didn’t feel self-conscious or awkward. I felt excited and confident and I wanted him to feel that way too. He unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his perfectly defined chest. I leaned back down and felt all the blood in my body race as the warmth of our bodies connected.
As we kissed, I reached down and, a little clumsily, unbuttoned his pants and gently pulled the zipper down. This was it. I was ready. I wanted to lose my virginity here, with this man, right now. It wasn’t the alcohol. It was him, Ryder Dawson. He was the man worthy enough.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
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