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Name: Kyle Edward Hamilton
School activities: was in a garage band before he dropped out senior year,
Likes: music, food, women, song writing, singing, poetry, and himself
Favorite Food: In-N-Out Burger
Favorite Music: A little of everything
Favorite Movie: The Godfather
Favorite Phrase: There’s a time and a place…
Why we love him: Kyle Hamilton is the kind of guy who knows what he wants and makes it happen. For him, life is passion. He throws himself heart and sole into everything he does. Rich, gorgeous, and extremely talented, Kyle can be egotistical and selfish at times, but he’ll ignite feelings of desire and vitality in you that you can’t ignore. He’ll have you swooning within seconds and you’ll never feel sexier than when he’s got all of that fierce determination focused on you.
You Can Quote Me On That:
“Why?” I asked.
Kyle’s eyes dropped briefly to the V hanging from my neck and his frown melted into a cocky smile. “I can’t resist a good challenge.”
That’s what I thought. “Well, I’m afraid you have a problem then, Kyle.”
“I never back down from a challenge either.” I pointed to the jeans I was wearing. “This is one pair of pants you’ll never get into.”
“Ah, but you still have a whole closet full of others, and at least one very sexy skirt, don’t you?”
"You're not much for words today, Legs," he said, dropping his arm over my shoulder.
I immediately shrugged out from under him. "I didn't realize you were interested in talking."
"That depends on whether the conversation is stimulating or not."
"And what do you consider stimulating conversation?"
"Well pretty much anything that's ever come out of your mouth has stimulated me on multiple levels."
“Three point six GPA and faithful devoted boyfriend don’t exactly spell sexy rock star.”
The Top Ten Reasons Why Virgin Val Sucks
10. She called me a one-hit-wonder.
9. She doesn't appreciate the endearing nickname I gave her.
8. She makes me write stupid blogs about her at four in the morning.
7. She's encouraging people not to have sex.
6. She blew me off when I asked her out.
5. She has a crush on a douche bag.
4. She won't answer any of my calls.
3. She's such a tease with her look-but-don't-touch policy.
2. I played a whole effing concert just for her and she didn't come even though she told me she would. (You're such a liar!)
And the #1 reason why Virgin Val sucks?
I still want her anyway.
The Man In Action:
When I turned around, Kyle had wandered behind my booth and was sitting in my chair like he owned the place.
“That’s my seat.”
Kyle patted his lap. “I’m not stopping you from sitting in it.”
I rolled my eyes and sat down on Cara’s chair. “Cheesy lines like that will get you exactly nowhere with me, but, by all means, keep them coming. You’re so much easier to ignore when you’re being an idiot.”
“That was not me being an idiot. That was me being charming.”
“Awesome. That means this little game you’re trying to play will be a piece of cake for me.”
Kyle shook his head. “Admit it, you find me at least a little charming.”
“I used to think you were charming,” I admitted.
“Back when you went to Huntington.” Kyle was so surprised by this that for once he didn’t have a sarcastic comeback. “I was a freshman when you were a senior,” I explained. “I remember you.”
“Really? I don’t remember you.”
“You wouldn’t.” I laughed. “I didn’t grow out of that gawky adolescent stage until sophomore year. When we were at school together I was a lot shorter, with a lot less highlights and a mouthful of braces.”
Kyle shuddered. “No wonder. Sounds like I probably blocked you from memory on purpose.”
I surprised us both when I laughed along with him.
“Did we ever meet?” Kyle asked curiously.
“Not technically. You held a door open for me once when I had my hands full.”
“How chivalrous of me.”
“It was. You saw me carrying a stack of books so you jumped ahead of me, pulled open the door and said, ‘After you,’ with a big, sweeping bow.”
“You make it sound like I was a dork.”
“Are you kidding? I swooned for a year after that.”
“Seriously? That made you weak in the knees? If that’s all it takes, then why are we still sitting here? Let’s go find a door already.”
I laughed again and then cursed myself for it. Why was he so easy to talk to? “Back then you were charming and considerate.”
“And what am I now?” Kyle asked. He still had that curious tone.
I shrugged. “Arrogant and slutty.”
I thought Kyle would be offended, but he burst out laughing. “Okay, I’ll grant you that. But I’m also still charming and considerate.”
“You are not charming.”
“Say that without smiling.”
I tried to wipe the smile from my face but was unsuccessful. “Fine. You have your moments. Rarely. But considerate? That’s a stretch.”
“I’m playing an entire show tonight for charity.”
“Please!” I laughed. “You have ulterior motives.”
“Okay, you’re right. Agreeing to play tonight was selfish, but I fixed the leak in the sprinkler system for my Grammy last week because Pops is too old to be digging in the dirt. You have to admit that’s considerate.” He gave me a hopeful look. “And a little bit sexy.”
An image of Kyle, shirt off, dirty and sweaty, manhandling a shovel, all to help his Grammy and Pops entered my head. It was considerate. And a lot sexy.
“You’re smiling again,” Kyle said, which, to my everlasting annoyance, only made my grin stretch wider.
“Fine,” I relented. “You’re, like, two percent charming and considerate, ninety-eight percent arrogant and slutty.”
“That means you like me at least two percent.”
“Not the best odds, Kyle.”
“You’ll be in love with me in a week.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Okay, my turn,” Kyle said. “Do you know what you are?”
“A virgin?” I guessed dryly.
Kyle laughed. “That too, but I was going to say stubborn and blunt. Which, in your case, I find extremely sexy.”
One of Kyle’s hands was suddenly resting on my thigh while the other was sweeping my bangs out of my eyes. “Come out with me after the show.”
Kyle’s body was doing that gravitational pull thing again. I hopped up out of my seat, fighting a wave of chills and started straightening a stack of pamphlets. “Can’t, sorry.” I tried to sound indifferent to the offer. “I have to stay until the end of the festival and then I’m on cleanup duty.”
I felt a finger run down the length of my spine, and then Kyle’s breath was on my neck. I jumped when I felt his lips brush over my skin. “Let’s go out after that, then,” he said in a low voice.
I whirled on him, but he didn’t back up. He planted his hands on either side of the booth, trapping me against it. I had to lean so far back to keep his lips off me that I nearly lost my footing.
I scrambled to break up the moment because the look in Kyle’s eyes was doing really funny things to my insides. My hand clenched around a bracelet and I thrust it in his face. It was a simple black leather strap with a tiny A dangling from it. Perfect. “Here, why don’t you have this, Kyle? No donation necessary. Trust me, you need it.”
Kyle took the bracelet and examined it for a moment while still somehow managing to keep me pinned against the counter. “Cute,” he said then traced the necklace I was wearing. “But I want this one.”
I knew he was referring to my virginity, and not the actual necklace, but I couldn't help the way I clutched it protectively. “Okay, Kyle.” I gulped. “This is fun and all, but playtime’s over. I think you need to back up.”
“And I think you want to kiss me.”
I tried to hide the fact that my pulse had skyrocketed. I hated how my body wanted things my mind didn’t. I hated how even my brain was starting to forget what it wanted. I prayed he couldn’t read the truth in my face. “That’s because you’re arrogant,” I said.
Kyle’s lips tugged up into a half smile. “Don’t forget slutty.”
Want more Kyle Hamilton?
V is for Virgin may be finished, but that doesn't mean that Kyle Hamilton is anywhere near finished with "Virgin" Val Jensen! I ended the book where I felt it needed to end, but so many people have written me saying they are desperate for more that I've decided to give it to them. If Kyle is crowned King of the Book Boyfriends then I'll write a short story that starts right before the Epilogue of V is for Virgin. You'll get the last chapter of the book from Kyle's perspective and you'll get to see what happens next! (D is for Dating, R is for Romance, S is for Second Chances, V is Still for Virgin... who knows what it will be called. the possibilities are endless!)