In college, Pria Walker and I shared a few days of sweet, fumbling perfection. Then she went home. I lost her number and mined the heartbreak for rock star gold.
Ten years later, I meet my “image fixer.” Under a new name and all that professional polish is my Pria. The desire is still there, as raw and uncomplicated as ever.
It’s easier than it should be to strike a deal. No commitment, no promises. But I’m dangerously tempted to risk exposing my heart once more—with feeling. $0.99 on Kindle.