When I let my most embarrassing secret slip to the person I wanted it kept from most of all.

Damn you, tequila.

I'm a grown woman. I turned thirty this year, and I've been running my own business for the last decade, a dream I made a reality all on my own. I have an amazing group of friends. Life is good. I'm happy.

Well, except for one little problem I'm still a virgin.

How did this happen? How did I manage to live this long without ever making it past second base? I don't know. Maybe it just never felt right. Maybe I was waiting for something. Or someone.

When local football star Foster McKenna moves into my bed & breakfast for a long stay while his own house is being built, I know it's him. He's the one I've been waiting for. I'm finally ready to get rid of this V-card, once and for all, and Foster is just the man to divest me of it. I've been crushing on him for months, and now that were here, all alone in this big house.

But when a little liquid courage turns into a full-on bender, I accidentally let my secret slip. And all the things I liked about Foster his honesty, his integrity, his kindness and strength of will turn out to be the bane of my existence. Despite being obviously attracted to me, he won't give me what I want. He's trying to protect me. From him. From myself.

Well, screw that. If he won't rid me of this godforsaken virginity, I'll find someone who will. Then maybe he'll see me as a woman, and not some fragile flower he needs to protect.

Oh, but he doesn't like that idea.

Not one little bit.