Naked Wanting

Can she regain the lost part of her soul?

When promises are meant to be broken, can a girl hold onto her fantasies when her first love leaves forever? Can she regain that part of her soul that was lost?
Young Holly Spera thought she’d found the only man she would ever need or want, but one day, without saying a word, he simply vanished, crushing her dreams. She is forced to realize the good times they shared in the past, and the plans they shared of the future were only bits and pieces of the optimism that would never come true. Will she ever get over Colby Welles or will he live on in her imagination, a man who has become larger than life? The best part of her daydream is that she can create anyone she wants . . . .

Excerpt:

“You’re not wearing panties," echoed in Holly Spera's head. The poignant memory of the hoarse male voice and his awe-filled words sent shivers of longing down her spine.
She strolled aimlessly out into the garden behind her mother's house. A few days earlier, she had passed her twentieth birthday, but her heart was already shattered.

The fragrance of roses in full bloom filled the humid night air. Yellowish lights from inside the two-story building cast dancing shadows on the large backyard and the lightest whisper of a breeze rippled through the peach trees, daring to break the heart-rending stillness. Everywhere in the bushes behind her, crickets chirped endlessly. And tonight, eight months after she’d heard the exclamation that made her tingle to her deepest core, she wore no underwear. The hem of a smocked, thin cotton dress reached to her knees.

Recalling the strikingly handsome Colby Welles brought both pain and delight. Holly loved to press her soft curves against his hard planes, to rake her fingers through his short, honey-blonde hair while he whispered naughty nothings into her ear. When the sun cast its golden rays upon his head, the silken strands shifted to gold. She had told him often that he was her dream love, and how lucky they had been to find each other. He had chuckled, and held her even closer, squeezing the soft globes of her breasts against his broad chest. Colby had always been larger than life. Now he was gone.

Holly urged herself to relax her clenched fists and her tense thigh muscles. The summer heat surrounded her, almost like an envelope sealing its contents within. She paused and vigorously rubbed her upper arms, hoping she could forget Colby Welles and the overwhelming effect he’d had on her. There had never been a time after they’d left each other for short periods of time, when she couldn’t stop thinking about him. What was he doing now? What was he seeing with those beautiful eyes, neither solid green nor blue, yet almost a soft turquoise, that reminded her of the edge of a lake in the middle of a summer’s day?