My Date With Eric (A Sweet Romance Novel)

Can one date change a person's life? Twenty-two year old fashion photographer Kristin Taylor has low self-esteem, and she is shy when it comes to men. But somehow she lands a date with the hot male clothing model Eric Klein. From this one date, will Eric be able to pull Kristin out of her shell, and convince her that she is beautiful and attractive?

Eric Klein is a notorious womanizer who is afraid of commitment. When he lays his eyes on the innocent and gorgeous Kristin Taylor, he wants her in the worst way possible. Will he succeed in claiming her virginity? Or will Kristin teach him the true meaning of love?

Told from the perspective of an insecure young college graduate in her first job, My Date With Eric (A Sweet Romance Novel) is an emotional, sexy, funny, and heart warming story about life, love, friendship, and career. This 43,000 words story has vulgar language and mature adult situations, but no sex scenes. That's right. This story has NO SEX SCENES! The author firmly believes that a romance story can still be wonderfully and emotionally satisfying without resorting to cheap, crass sex scenes. Still skeptical? You are cordially invited to read this story and see for yourself. This platonic romance story, with a small touch of Christian themes, is suitable for readership of ages 16 and older.

The following is an excerpt from the book:

Eric feels hands holding the back of his head, and feels his head being lifted gently off the ground. Blinking his eyes again, Eric sees my face in his vision. God, I must have died and gone to heaven, he thinks, because I see this beautiful, angelic face looking down on me.

I look down at Eric’s face as I raise his head gingerly off the ground. Did he bump his head? Did he get a concussion? Oh my God, oh my God!

“Eric,” I whisper gently, while moving my face closer to his, until our lips are only an inch apart. “Do you recognize me?”

Eric’s vision is still a bit blurry. He blinks his eyes a few times, until his vision clears. “Yes, I recognize you. You’re an angel,” he says softly while looking directly into my eyes.

As I stare into Eric’s eyes, I see hints of mischief as he recognizes my face.

“I’m being serious,” I smile broadly.

“Who said I’m not,” he counters with a roguish grin, as he gently wipes tears from my eyes again.

I kiss his cheek, and lean my head down, my forehead against his and close my eyes.

We share the moment together briefly.