Find Us: Love, Lust & a Little Secret: Erotica Romance

By Sarah Doren

A Heart Twisting Multicultural Contemporary Romance

She was about to embark on a long ride. After a recent break-up with her lying ex-boyfriend, Tina is determined to find happiness and explore a far-away country that has haunted her dreams for a very long time.

Needing a change of scenery, she decides to board a plane and go to New Zealand, a country many of her friends have dreamt of visiting. She has nothing to lose. With no job and no relationship to worry about, she is determined to start fresh and study abroad.

After arriving in the beautiful country of New Zealand, she is determined to discover who she really is and the real meaning of being a Kiwi. Tina soon finds herself distracted by the hot, mysterious Wiremu, who has been haunting her dreams forever.

A Contemporary Story Full of Love, Lust & a Little Secret

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sarah Doren
• Release date: Jan 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524272944

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Find Us: Love, Lust & a Little Secret

Erotica Romance

Sarah Doren

Published by Sarah Doren, 2016.

Table of Contents

FIND US

Proloque

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

FIND US

Love, Lust & A Little Secret

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by Sarah Doren

Copyright © 2016 by Sarah Doren.

All rights reserved. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the autor.

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Proloque

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If anyone had told me to travel, or even explore things in my hometown, I had never seen before, I probably would have laughed. Hard enough that I might have broken a rib, causing enough damage to send me to an early grave.

A cold gust of wind blew past me, tousling my neat ponytail. I grabbed a thick strand of my blonde mane, tucking it behind my ear. Walking along the empty corridors, I listened to the soles of my shoes thumping loudly against the floor. Although it was early spring, I was surprised to feel a slight chill in my bones. I picked up my pace, as my fingers found my pockets and burrowed inside. I pushed through the double door, and looked back to study my university building.

I took in the familiar old walls. The little statues standing atop the nearly castle-looking building, its brown walls faded from its history. I studied the massive windows distributed around the fortress, their glass thick, and their light exposing a group of my college peers. I turned around and continued walking. The bright sunlight shone down on me. The sound of birds chirping in the trees filled in my ears. I smelled the familiar scent of fresh air, its invisible hands teasing my nostrils. I breathed in the rain-scented aroma and took in the lively green trees. This had always been my favorite time of the year - spring. It brought gentleness, Easter egg hunts for the kids, and deep laughter from the adults. Not to mention the smells of baked goods, which I loved.

My feet brought me into the library on their own accord, almost as though they had a mind of their own. I pushed through the double doors, and I was greeted by a blast of warm, humid air. I fought the urge to gag brought on by the familiar scent of perspiration. I quickly scrambled toward the notice board, trying not to choke from the bad odor. The downside of this college was the poor cleaning standards. The janitors around the building clearly did not do their job well.

My eyes scanned the entire width of the brown board, taking in any interesting articles or stories I might find amusing. My best friend of two years, Jean-Claude, was always making fun of me for looking at the notices all the time. He would say something about me spending my time reading about people’s lives, yet never finding the time to explore my own wants in life.

And just for the record, I do date. But just once in a while. I was never a big fan of going on blind dates, when my friends would set me up. Not since Rob and I broke up a few months ago. The problem with some men is that they’re lousy jerks and lying, cheating bastards who can’t keep their small dicks in their pants. Take my ex-boyfriend for example. He was an alcoholic, cheating dog who suffered from depression and constantly lied to me.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a man-hater. I am merely stating a fact. As it says in some celebrity photos posted in social media, don’t be a hater.

My green eyes found an advertisement about an overseas student exchange program. I had never traveled around the world, nor was I ever an exchange student in some weird, exotic country. It would have been lovely to see more than my hometown of Munich, South Germany.

I quickly read through it and discovered that the school was hosting a student exchange program in New Zealand. A particular college there—The University of New Zealand—was offering a great opportunity for European students to attend their university. A thrill shot down my spine. The idea of studying across the world, where nobody knew me and didn’t know a single thing about me, struck me as wonderful.

I grabbed the piece of paper and walked farther inside the library. I paid the librarian a dime before receiving the key to photocopy the notice, and I could feel excitement wash over me, as I waited for the paper to come out. Once that was done, I left the library, and started reading through it outside, highlighting the main aspects of being an exchange student. I was on my final year in college, studying for a degree in Health Sciences, and the thought of finishing my last couple of months in another country seemed somewhat scary to me.

Later that night, I surfed the net and googled New Zealand. My research brought me images of green lands, blue oceans, and beautiful scenery. I was so mesmerized with what I was seeing that I missed going to the dining hall for dinner. I didn’t care. I was too engrossed in how New Zealand might look. I felt a pang of sadness. Reading about this country brought back a deep heartache for me.

I reached for my iPhone and pressed down on the middle button. A photo flashed on the screen, a picture of myself and an older woman standing beside me. Her light green eyes were so like mine that people have mistaken us for twins. I stared down at my mom’s big smile, touching that grin on her face.

I glanced at the space on my left side. There should have been a father figure next to us, but instead, cold air brushed against my shoulder. I had never known my dad. The only thing I knew of him, no, had heard of him, was that he was New Zealander. Tan skin, brown eyes and a bright smile. These were the only memories left, whenever I thought of him. I knew that if I decided to go to his homeland, my mom would be surprised and a little overwhelmed about my decision.

Nevertheless, I had already made up my mind.

Chapter 1

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Heels clanked against the floor. Briefcases flashed before my eyes.

The loud sounds of crying, and cheerful shouting from the people around felt overwhelming. A stack of green plastic chairs met my gaze as I looked around. The smell of Clorox and industrial detergent filled in my nose. I was trying not to puke from the sheer enormity of what I was about to do. I was going to New Zealand. I had done a lot of research about the country. The lifestyle, the culture, and the people. I was ready to go. I had nothing to lose, as my hometown held few options for me. I had no job, no significant other to leave behind, and the only thing that worried me was not seeing my mom.

Call me when you land, okay? My mom said.

I nodded. Sure, mom. Don’t worry. This is just me going to college, but in a different school and country.

She wiped a tear that was trailing down her cheek. I know, love. But promise me, you’ll call, okay?

Okay, I said.

She pulled me into a tight hug. Her arms held my body tightly, as if not wanting to let go. I returned the embrace, my eyes stinging with tears. I didn’t want to let her know that I was scared. That I had second thoughts about going, although I knew I needed to do this. Needed to get a feel for the homeland of my unknown father.

We let go of each other, and I turned to go. Wiping the tears leaking from my eyes, I crossed the boarding lane. Just before I stepped inside, I looked back and waved at my mom one last time, knowing that I was going to miss her and that I wouldn’t see her for more than a year. I dragged my luggage behind me and adjusted my backpack straps on my shoulders, feeling the heavy weight of it as I strolled toward the luggage check-in, where I heaved my belongings onto the platform.

For the next few minutes, I went through the process of checking in and showing my passport and ticket to the lady standing before me. I was ushered inside and walked down the hall toward the plane, my fingers trembling around my leather handbag. It was hard to believe that in just a few steps, I would be walking across the bridge to the plane to start my new life in New Zealand. I may be there for just a short while, but I was both scared and excited to finally see the beautiful places it held.

I climbed aboard, followed the flight attendant’s instructions and took my seat. I stuffed my bag into the compartment above me, and taking my place once again, I took my iPod out. I held it to my lap, waiting patiently as the rest of the flight attendants went to work, showing us safety instructions and whatnot. With my headphones on, I leaned my head back against the headrest and let the quietness fill me. A contemporary song came on, and I jammed along with it, tapping my thigh with my finger in a silent drum.

In 23 hours and 23 minutes, the plane would arrive in the Auckland Airport. I would be walking out of the terminal, ready to meet my host family. When I had inquired with the university, they had told me about a small family who was willing to take in a new temporary family