Haunted Love by Sheridan AnneLosing your virginity is a big deal, but voluntarily offering it up on a silver platter at an exclusive sex club . . . that's just messed up. It was dark, and in my defense, he was tall, muscled, and smelled like the most tempting sin. I couldn't resist, and the second he touched me, I knew I was never going to be the same. It was a night filled with the kind of intensity a woman could only ever dream of. Nothing could have tainted such perfectness.