RAVE REVIEWS for Confessions of a Virgin Sex Columnist!
"Oh boy, get ready to LOL throughout this book!
...Another great one for your summer reading list!" - Chick Lit Plus
"Kay Marie gets major kudos
from me. A very recommended read
." - KBG Babbles
"She is like the new Bridget Jones!
I spent a lot of this book laughing out loud (the rest was all about the swooning) and can honestly say it is probably the most fun I have ever had reading Adult Lit.
" - Broc's Bookcase
"This book is funny and a great time and you should read it. Period. End of story.
" - Book Briefs
"Confessions of a Virgin Sex Columnist had me laughing out loud on public transport
, making me look like a crazy person. But it was just so funny!
" - Alexandra Florence Books
"I was really impressed
with Confessions of a Virgin Sex Columnist. This is this the kind of fun and energetic contemporary novels I adore; full of romance, humour, friendship and chemistry
. Confessions of a Virgin Sex Columnist was well told, funny and romantic and I easily devoured this novel in a day.
" - The Rest Is Still Unwritten
"Confessions of a Virgin Sex Columnist is light, fun and finds an intriguing voice with our narrator Skylar. Mishaps, mistakes and make outs will make this book one you won't easily forget.
And that ending will leave you wanting more!
" - Behind Closed Covers
Excerpt from Confessions of a Virgin Sex Columnist!
I haven't seen him in four years. In fact, I've actively been avoiding him for four years. And now he's here. In my kitchen. Drinking my milk--from the gallon no less! Did I mention he looks completely and utterly gorgeous? Maybe even hotter than I remembered...if that's even possible...
Okay, I'm veering off track.
"Ollie?" I gasp. "What are? Why are? When?" Great reporting, Skye... I swallow, stilling my racing words and form an actual sentence. "What are you doing here?"
"Here in New York or here in your kitchen?"
Here pretending to be your sister while I confess my deepest secrets? Here looking at me with that infuriating half-smirk smile thing you do? Here pretending like the last time we saw each other wasn't the most horrifying moment in my entire life?
I don't say any of that, of course. Instead, I shrug. "Um, both? Either?"
He puts the milk back in the fridge and closes the door. I can't help but notice a toned bicep below the sleeve of his white T-shirt--the same bicep I used to fantasize about during chemistry class, the bicep of the most popular guy in the school, the bicep of the quarterback. Six years since he stopped playing football, and crap, he still looks good.
"I'm guessing Bridget forgot to mention that I got offered a job at a new steakhouse opening on Fifth Ave? As a sous-chef?"
I shake my head. "Nope, she didn't mention anything."
He licks his lips, biting back a wider grin. "So she probably also didn't tell you I accepted the offer and just moved to New York?"
"I don't recall ever hearing about that..." I trail off as my palms begin to sweat. I have a very, very bad idea where this is going.
Iceberg straight ahead bad.
Ollie's eyes brighten a shade, crystal aqua, clearer than any Caribbean water I've ever seen. He leans against the wall, crossing his arms, looking at me through a side-glance, the hint of a dimple on his cheek. My rapid heartbeat has nothing to do with my panic attack anymore.
Oh yeah, this is bad.
"So," he says, lifting his brows and looking at me apologetically, "she probably also didn't tell you that I'm moving in for a few weeks until I can find my own place?"
"You're the new roommate?" I shout and then clamp my hands over my lips. I've said enough to him tonight--too much. In fact, all of that information is crashing back down around me.
Ollie is my new roommate.
Ollie knows I'm a virgin.
Ollie knows I'm a sex columnist.