V is for Virgin
When Val Jensen gets dumped for her decision to stay a virgin until marriage, the nasty breakup goes viral on YouTube, making her the latest internet sensation.
After days of ridicule from her peers, Val starts a school-wide campaign to rally support for her cause. She meant to make a statement, but she never dreamed the entire nation would get caught up in the controversy.
As if becoming nationally recognized as “Virgin Val” isn’t enough, Val’s already hectic life starts to spin wildly out of control when bad boy Kyle Hamilton, lead singer for the hit rock band Tralse, decides to take her abstinence as a personal challenge.
How can a girl stay true to herself when this year’s Sexiest Man Alive is doing everything in his power to win her over?
V is for Virgin is scheduled to be released on December 11, 2012.
For those who might wonder about content based on the title -
From Kelly: The book has a great overall message and promotes good strong moral values. For a book all about sex, there's not anything even close to a sex scene in it, but because of the nature of the topic there is a lot of innuendo/sexual humor and some name calling.
My heart fluttered. Before I could respond Cara squeaked again. "V!” she whispered. “Kyle Hamilton just called you beautiful! Oh, my gosh! Can you believe this? We’re meeting Tralse! Look! Shane’s right there! Oh, my gosh, V, he’s looking at me! He’s looking at me!”
She was going to hyperventilate. Trying my hardest not to laugh at Cara, I prompted her to take a deep breath through her nose. “Remember what we talked about, C. You’re being one of those girls. You have more dignity than this. Get it under control.”
That elicited a laugh from the band. “Big fans?” Shane asked.
I grabbed hold of Cara in case her knees decided to give out. "She's the big fan," I said.
“Just her?” Kyle smirked like he didn’t believe me.
I didn’t mean to be rude, but I’d been on the defensive so much today that I automatically responded to the challenge in his voice. “That’s what I just said, isn’t it?”
"Legs with attitude." Kyle’s tone warmed with approval. "Why don't you bring those beauties over here. I got a spot all ready for 'em."
He and his buddies all chuckled when he patted his lap. I wasn't exactly impressed.
“I think these legs are fine where they are, thank you very much."
Kyle wasn't deterred at all by my rejection. "I wouldn't have expected legs like those to be quite so shy."
"Not shy," I informed him. "Just holding out for a better offer."
His friends howled at the insult while Kyle and I continued to analyze each other. We fell into in a staring match so intense that I was startled when a deep voice from beneath the bleach-blonde said, "Dudes, what's with all the noise? You're killing the moment."
"I don't think forty-five minutes counts as a moment, Reid," Shane grumbled. He chucked a pillow at the happy couple. "Sit up dude. Can't you see we have company?" To Cara he said, "What's your name, goddess?"
It took Cara a minute to find her voice. "Cara."
"Cara.” He smiled. “It’s nice to meet you. Why don't you and your friend come have a seat?"
I sighed at the way Cara's entire face lit up, and then stepped over Turner and Hoochie to take a seat on the couch. The guys had obviously made room for me next to Kyle, but I chose to sit between Cara and the blonde girl instead because Kyle was just too tempting.
He was tall—6’ 3” or so—with haunting green eyes that seemed to smolder despite his lazy smile. His eyes were a great contrast to his thick, shiny, dark hair. And not that I’d ever seen it personally but judging from the way his t-shirt clung to his torso, he had a body that completed the entire handsome package. He was every inch a rock star. He was charming, playful and confident. He was practically irresistible. His only flaw was that he knew it.
Since his big break, Kyle had become quite the Hollywood bad boy—breaking hearts wherever he went. Judging from the way he spoke about my legs, I could only assume the reputation was legit. Not my favorite type of person considering I was just dumped for not wanting to put out.
I realized I was staring again when Kyle pulled me from my thoughts. I only hoped it was dark enough that he couldn't see me blush. "So, how about you, Legs?” he asked. “You got a name?"
“Legs?” I scoffed. “Nice. Am I supposed to swoon?”
Kyle’s answering smile lit up the entire room. “You’re swooning on the inside.”
I told myself not to take the bait, but I’ve never been good at backing down from a challenge. “In your dreams.”
I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from cracking a smile.
“You’d better tell me your name,” Kyle said. “Or Legs is going to stick permanently, and it won’t be my fault.”
He had a point. "It’s Valerie," I admitted grudgingly enough that Kyle laughed at me.
Author Kelly Oram
Kelly Oram wrote her first novel at age fifteen–a fan fiction about her favorite music group, The Backstreet Boys, for which family and friends still tease her. She's obsessed with reading, talks way too much, and loves to eat frosting by the spoonful. She lives outside of Phoenix, Arizona with her husband and four children.
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