Disgusted (Paperback) | Released: 01 Dec 2015

Disgusted: Completely includes all three books in the Disgusted series plus the bonus book Lin Fong: An Erotic Short Story. The stories in Disgusted: Completely offer the different male and female POVs from her Degraded series. Tessa, a hot red haired MILF with amazingly low self esteem has been looking for love in all of the wrong places after a disastrous one night stand several months ago. Sitting at the local bar she finally thinks she's found the man of her dreams - one who is sensitive and caring, one who loves her for who she is - but she has no idea how wrong she is going to be. Here's an (edited) excerpt from Disgusted: Completely - "I don't want to make you feel like I'm kicking you out of bed," I had said to your friend, smiling apologetically, "But Brianna is going to be home soon and I have to take her over to her Dad's house first thing in the morning. Do you mind if we call it a night?" I wanted to make sure I had time to clean myself before she got home. Acting like the true SOB that he turned out to be he seized the opportunity to make a speedy exit. "It is getting a little late," he agreed as he got up from the sofa, being careful not to touch the sofa cushion where we'd been. I could tell from the look on his face that, very briefly, he considered offering to pay to have the sofa cleaned, then immediately dropped the idea, probably deciding that if it bothered me that much I could simply flip the cushion. As I walked him to the front door I thought that he must really like me because of what I'd made him do. I gave him a hug good night and the long lost feeling of love reared itself in my mind. "I hope I can see you again?" "Of course you'll see me again, don't be silly! I'll call you tomorrow," your friend lied to me, though that night I found myself counting the hours until the next day, when I was sure that the phone was going to ring. I watched from the front door as he walked quickly down the driveway toward his car parked at the curb, and without glancing back at me over his shoulder threw a quick wave goodbye. Eventually I figured out that he had absolutely no intention of seeing me again. Maybe it was because I'd been too average for him, or was too much of a MILF for him, or maybe it was something else entirely. Who ever really knows with men? Maybe he'd satisfied his curiosity about me and that was the end of that. Could it really be that simple? The answer is 'Yes, ' it can be that simple for men. But not for women, or at least not for me. A few months later when I discovered that he'd gotten me pregnant I tried countless times to reach this friend of yours, to seek his support and guidance, to let him know that he was going to be a father. But this wasn't the first time your friend had knocked a woman up after a one-night stand. No, he had plenty of experience doing that and was much, much too clever to allow himself to get sucked into what he considered to be my personal problem. He deftly avoided any communication with me, allowing me to wallow in my deep pool of self-pity and guilt. Fast forward six months and here I am hanging out in bars almost every night, unable to shake the feeling of depression and the knowledge of what your friend did to me. Outwardly I do my best to maintain a controlled appearance but inside I'm a complete and utter wreck, wanting nothing more than a man who will listen to me, who will sympathize with me, who will not take advantage of me in my vulnerable condition. You smile again as you stroll over to me, sitting at the bar. I can tell by the look on your face that I'm exactly the type of woman you are looking for tonight and against my better judgment I believe that you just might be the type of man I need, a man who is sensitive and caring, who is warm and loving. You do your best to make eye contact with me as you pass but I pretend to show no interest in you, until I spot the unexpected look of surprise.