Anonymously Yours

By C. Shell

Tired of her mundane existence, Kelly Dawson decides to leave her long-term relationship in search of excitement and the elusive "big O" that her friends rave about. But her plans for a wild new life don't go as smoothly as she had hoped. Work becomes all-consuming and finding a suitable partner proves to be more difficult than she thought. Just when things start looking bleak, she meets Daemon Scott. He ignites a passion in her that she never knew existed and turns her world upside down.

Daemon is used to having his pick of women thanks to his good looks, wealth, and power. But when he meets Kelly, everything else fades away. She challenges him in ways no one ever has before and pushes him out of his comfort zone. They engage in a fiery battle both inside and outside the bedroom.

This series is full of steamy sex scenes, intense orgasms, and some explicit language – you've been warned!

• Language: English
• Publisher: C. Shell
• Release date: Aug 22, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301986019

C. Shell

C. Shell lives in the hot state of Texas with her husband and three beautiful girls. Romance books are her obsession. One that includes a bad boy or an alpha male who knows what he wants is her own personal version of heaven. She finds the happy endings and endless possibilities of books alluring and addictive. When she is not thinking up her next kick-ass character, she is working in the community rescuing dogs.

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Anonymously Yours

Yours Series Book 1

C. Shell

Dedication

This book is dedicated to all those who have endured the pain and frustration of a toxic relationship. Those who have been with a partner who constantly belittled and manipulated them. But this book is also for those who have found the strength to believe in themselves, despite the doubts planted by their significant other. Remember that you are important and your thoughts hold value – never let anyone make you doubt that. Let this book be a reminder that you deserve to be treated with love and respect, always.

Table of Contents

Copyright

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

About the Author

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Copyright

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Copyright C. Shell 2013

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance between persons living and dead, establishments, events, or location is entirely coincidental.

CHAPTER ONE

Lettuce, detergent, apple juice, sugar...oh, and some more of those yummy oatmeal cookies the deli makes fresh every morning. I also need to stop and drop off my dry cleaning, and if I have time, I should tank up the car while I am out. I hate waiting until that stupid warning light comes to life and then having to hunt for a reasonable priced gas station.

Oh baby, you feel so good. Gary moans, his voice hoarse with emotion. At least one of us is enjoying themselves.

Pulled from my mental to-do list, I’m thrown back to the present. Showtime. I add in a quick, Um...you too, baby, and a fake gasp for good measure. A meaty palm squeezes my breast, and before I can control my actions, my body shudders in disgust. Gary, being the astute man that he is, mistakes my reaction as one of delight.

He is so far off the mark.

I wish he would hurry and finish. A mammogram would be more thrilling than his grinding pelvis. I’m surprised that he’s managed to make it past his usual five minutes of rutting without blowing his load. I don’t understand how my life got so turned around. I’m a young thirtysomething with a good job and aspirations for more in life. In fact, I’m in my prime according to some magazine article I not long ago.

I’m no runway model, but I’m pretty in the girl next door kind of way. So, how is it that my love life has reached rock bottom? When my friends talk about their sex lives, they remind me of the dirty stories I read about in romance books. I’ve never experienced anything remotely close to that.

Gary is my first in every way.

My first passionate kiss, my first serious boyfriend, my first orgasm from something other than my fingers. It wasn’t earth-shattering, but it was still a first for me. More importantly, he was my first love. He was the handsome quarterback from our high school football team. He was popular, handsome, and charismatic. I was ecstatic that out of all the girls fawning over him, he chose me. I was such an introvert back then, but Gary helped me come out of my shell. We were that odd couple that didn’t quite fit, but we made it work.

Back in the day we were inseparable and deeply in love. Once we finished high school, we enrolled in the same college not far from our hometown. From there we moved into our first apartment together. It was a huge step for both of us, but it felt right.

I immediately fell into the role of the happy housewife. Dinner was always at six o’clock, sex was saved for Thursday and Saturday nights, and coffee was served with two lumps of sugar and a dash of milk.

Our physical intimacy has always been pleasant, like a leisurely stroll in the park or scoring a great deal on your favorite pair of jeans. To balance out my life, I make it a point to meet up with my friends once a week for some drinks and gossip. It's my way of unwinding. But every time we say goodbye, I can't help feeling a tinge of envy towards their exciting sex lives.

I used to judge them as promiscuous, but now I realize that Gary and I are missing that spark in our own bedroom. It's amazing what you can learn from the internet these days. The more I discover, the more I long to be more adventurous like my friends.

The empty ache in my belly grows each week until it has become a hungry, unsatisfied beast. I know there must be a better life out there for me, one that doesn’t include creating mental to-do lists while a man sticks it to you as he grunts like a pig.

Sometimes I secretly wonder if I’m broken.

Gary is a kind man and as good-looking as the day we first met. So, why won’t my toes curl when we’re together? Half the time I get so lost in my head that I forget he’s even there until I hear that stupid squeal he does when he shoots his wad. That is when I remember to ooh and ah before turning over and finally getting some needed rest.

I want more.

I want love, companionship, and an orgasm that makes me see stars, forget my name and leaves me as limp as a worn-out doll.

Oh yeah, that’s it, baby...Ehhhhh. Gary squeals and his body tenses right before he collapses on top of me.

I kiss his shoulder and tell him how amazing he was before rolling to my side and pulling my cotton nightgown back over my body. It’s an all too familiar lie that easily rolls off my tongue. Gary leaves the room to go clean up and I stay in bed and deal with my jumbled feelings. With my eyes clenched tight, I swipe away the single tear before it has a chance to escape. Gary isn’t a bad guy. It isn’t his fault that I’ve been too chicken to voice my issues. That’s on me.

I’ve tried to spice things up between us using lingerie, candles, and some flavored lotion I bought at a local store. None of it helped. Gary enjoyed my attempts at romance, but after everything was said and done, the drool he left on my nightie was the only thing that got wet that night.

I can’t imagine enduring the rest of my life feeling so empty and unsatisfied. My pretty pink vibrator is the only thing keeping me sane. I named it Fred. Fred is very special to me. Sexual frustration is not something to take lightly. I wonder if anyone has ever died from not getting off. I might be the first. Lucky me.

Gary comes back in the room after throwing away the used condom and climbs in bed beside me. Throwing a hand over my hip he gives me a gentle squeeze and tells me he loves me. The guilt over our situation hits me straight in the heart. My mouth opens, and an avalanche of words sticks to the tip of my tongue, threatening to tumble out, but never leaving the sanctuary of my mind.

I often wonder if we could start anew and create something more substantial between us. My sensible side knows it’s an unlikely possibility. With a heavy heart, I silently count to myself as I wait for him to fall asleep. By the time I reach sixteen, Gary is dead to the world, his soft snores the only sound in the room. I glance at his content face and fight the knee-jerk reaction to reach out and cuddle up with him. Gary doesn't deserve my lies. I hope that one day he can find a woman that enjoys his careful caresses and tender lovemaking.

Come tomorrow I’m leaving this sham relationship I have been living. No more faking orgasms. The next time I moan for a man, it will be because he did something to earn it. Gary will be hurt at first, but he will thank me later. I’m doing this as much for him as I am for me. Setting him free is the right thing to do.

A sliver of excitement mixed with fear stirs deep in my belly. Gary is all I have ever known, and never once have I ever lived on my own. This is a whole new beginning for me with a slew of new firsts to embrace. My mental to-do list has a new set of objectives added to it as I map out my day. I smile as I succumb to sleep realizing that for the first time in my life I have a chance to live and be that woman

I never dared to be.

CHAPTER TWO

Six months later

I'll take an iced tea with no lemon please, I tell the young, perky waitress before turning my attention back to my two best friends, Sasha, and Tony.

Always iced tea, Sasha mocks with a wry grin on her face. It’s time for you to start living on the edge. Your plain drinks make me want to take a nap. How about a margarita or a daiquiri?

With a roll of my eyes, I answer her with a long-winded sigh. My lack of a wild side is an old conversation between Sasha and me that never seems to come to an end. You would think that I would be used to it by now, or that she would tire of ribbing me about it, but neither is the case.

Fine, she huffs. If you keep insisting on drinking tea, then at least spice it up and make it a long island iced tea. A little zest in your life would do you some good.

My head is already shaking before she even finishes her sentence. Not happening, I reply. The day is barely halfway through. I still have several hours of work ahead of me. I give her an exasperated look and then spare a glance at her own drink. Judging by the dark oak color and rich malty smell with a hint of honey, Sasha is enjoying her signature drink of bourbon on ice with a splash of soda. And it’s barely noon.

Tony sits back in his seat, watching us with amusement in his eyes. I keep expecting him to interfere and play peacemaker, but he remains quiet. Clearing my throat, I goaded her. Since when does a big shot lawyer like yourself need a drink before the sun goes down? How are you supposed to take down the bad guys when you’re three sheets to the wind?

Sasha waves off my concern. I’m nowhere near my alcohol limit. Besides, my clients don’t care what I do, as long as I get them off from whatever misdeed they’ve done. Most of them are scoundrels with too much money and not enough wits to keep their mouths shut and their affairs private.

Having a bad day? Tony asks, rubbing the scruff coating his chin.

Sasha is one hell of a lawyer, but her job has a negative influence on her personal life. Witnessing one messed-up marriage after another, has made her squeamish about having a relationship. Once you peel away all those layers, you will find that she is as loyal and steadfast as they come. She would move heaven and earth to help someone she deems worthy.

No more than usual, she answers with a wave of her hand.

Enough about me. She steeples her fingers in front of her face and gives us a full wattage smile. Let’s talk about Kelly. The evil gleam in her eyes worries me. This lunch is beginning to feel like a mistake. I should’ve stayed at work and endured the boring salad that I brought from home. This is the thanks I get for ditching work to meet up with my longtime friends. I feel an ambush coming.

I shrug a shoulder. My life is the same as it was yesterday and the day before that. Nothing new to talk about. My voice is far more defensive than I intended. Sasha picks up on my distress, and her grin grows wider. I move to distract her and change the subject. I would rather talk about the two of you. What do you have going on this weekend? Any dates or events you care to share?

That is my point! Sasha exclaims, her voice loud enough that the table of businessmen beside us turn and shoot us a nasty glare. She pays them no attention and keeps on giving me the riot act. Your life is way too predictable. You’re lucky you have friends like Tony and me to step in and help loosen you up. Since leaving Gary, you do nothing but work, eat, sleep, then repeat. What happened to your plan of challenging yourself? You never go out and have fun. If you keep up this lifestyle, then you should at least buy stock in batteries because I know damn well the only action you’re getting is from that little pink vibrator you keep hidden in your closet.

I groan and hide my heated face in my hands. Leave it to Sasha to announce my lack of a sex life to everyone around us. I’m embarrassed and can feel my face heating. This is worse than having the sex talk with my mother, which by the way consisted of stick puppets and a video our local church provided on the dangers of spreading your legs before marriage. Note to self: find a new hiding place for Fred.

Leaving Gary was a hard decision. I came close to chickening out more than once, but in the end, realized that I would rather be alone than continue faking my happiness in-order to spare his feelings. Gary fought me on it at first, but even he knew our relationship was doomed. We had gotten to the point that we were living separate lives. We didn’t share any of the same friends or hobbies, and we never went out together unless it was a work event that required us to bring a plus one. To be honest, I have no clue what Gary did or who he associates with anymore. Breaking-up was something we should’ve done a long time ago.

Squaring my shoulders, I ignore the whispers around us and face off with Sasha knowing full well I don’t have enough ammunition to win this fight. I’ve had a few dates since getting my own place. I might be home a lot, but I’ve never been opposed to meeting someone new. Dating is my end goal. When works slows down, I’ll make a stronger attempt at meeting new people.

Her dramatic sigh is Oscar worthy. Sasha never does anything half-ass, including arguing. It’s what makes her such a damn good lawyer. Two dates, Kelly. She emphasizes her point by pushing two fingers in front of my face. I swat her digits away, but seconds later they reappear. Your two lame dates are a drop in the bucket compared to the vast amount of dating you’ve missed out on.

She’s right, Tony chimes in. You need to get back up on that horse and keep trying. Practice makes perfect, sweetheart.

My irritation boils just below the surface. What would you have me do? Should I forget my responsibilities and party my ass off every night? Maybe you would prefer it if I woke each morning to a new guy in my bed. While we’re at it, let’s just make it one huge orgy, and we can lock all the men in my bedroom until I have enough orgasms that I lose my voice. That would surely fill my experience bucket to the top. Don’t you think?

My friends blink at me in surprise before Sasha’s head tips back in a hearty laugh followed by Tony not long after. That would be a good start, Tony interjects. While we’re in sharing mode, you should know that I always love a girl that lets loose under the sheets. Moans are good but screaming my name gets me hard every time. Remember that with the next guy you sleep with.

I clamp my hands over my ears like I did when I was little and start humming a tune. Too much information, Tony. I love you like a brother and the thought of you making a girl scream is the equivalent of getting my teeth drilled on by a dentist. I visibly cringe, which sets him off on a laughing fit.

Well, that is one thing we can agree on. I feel the same way about you. Which is why it pains me to say that we need to find you a real man, one that won’t let you boss him around.

I am not a bossy person, I argue. I might be particular about what I like, but I’m never overbearing about it.

He ignores my protest. You’re the worst, he declares, which is why I think you should let Sasha and I play matchmaker. You need a man to knock those cobwebs out of your girlie parts. At the rate you’re going, everything below that little waist of yours will stop working from non-use.

Stop talking about my girlie parts, I laugh. Balling up my napkin, I throw it across the table. Tony’s fast reflexes impress me as he catches it mid-air and flings it back my way. I take a healthy sip of my iced tea and wish that I had followed Sasha’s advice and ordered something stronger. This conversation has derailed into the land of the odd and unusual.

Our waitress chooses this moment to pop back in, effectively halting our conversation so that she can take our order. I ask for a small cup of tomato soup and half