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The Look In His Eyes: Jasmine & Zack, #1
The Look In His Eyes: Jasmine & Zack, #1
The Look In His Eyes: Jasmine & Zack, #1
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The Look In His Eyes: Jasmine & Zack, #1

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It wasn’t sympathy or disgust, it was acceptance. It was something Jasmine hadn’t experienced with a man. Not only had Jasmine spent years struggling with her weight she has a disorder no one understands.

At seventeen a teenage girl does the most horrible thing a teenager could do to another. From that moment forth Jasmine struggled with the terrible disorder that has always rubbed those who don’t understand the wrong way

After two disastrous dates, Jasmine vows never to go on a date again, even if it means being single for the rest of her life. But one morning after she drops by a coffee shop she meets Zack.

Zack is tall, handsome and an extremely successful architect dealing with some issues of his own. Zack seems to understand her completely and perhaps he understands her more than she understands herself. And so their unlikely journey begins. Zack becomes the key she needs to finally break free, fall in love and possibly feel normal again.

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He lifted her hand to his chest and looked into her eyes. That said it all and without much thought Jasmine pulled the keys from her bag and put them into the keyhole. She shut her eyes knowing very well that the minute she stepped into the house she would have to turn the key back and forth to make sure it was locked. Did she really want him to see that part of her?

The door unlocked and she stepped in and Zack stepped in behind her. She pushed the door closed, placed the latch on and put the key into the keyhole. She leaned against the door in darkness and turned the key once but couldn’t resist the urge to turn it back and forth. She scrunched her eyes closed with her other hand against the door and began to turn the key back and forth. She felt him move closer and his hand touched hers and together they were turning the key back and forth. His lips gently touched her neck, his hand not moving from hers. She gasped at the feeling, the soft touch of his lips and slowly and surely the turning back and forth of the key stopped.

Jasmine reached for the light to the left of the door and again the urge to switch it off and on overwhelmed her. But that didn’t stop him, instead he kept his hand over her hand and as she switched the light off and on, his hand simply followed her lead. Jasmine shut her eyes and let his tender lips explore her outer neck. It sent shivers down her spine that exploded between her legs. She’d never felt this way with anyone and although it was a new feeling it was the best feeling in the world.

‘I…’ she stopped flicking the light and turned towards him.
‘Ssssh, its okay,’ he whispered and cupped her chin in his hand. ‘It’s okay.’

LanguageEnglish
PublisherIris Deorre
Release dateApr 18, 2014
ISBN9781498920834
The Look In His Eyes: Jasmine & Zack, #1
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Iris Deorre

Iris Deorre is not only an Author but she is also an Entrepreneur. She loves to write erotic stories, weaving difficult love triangles with exciting and daring sex. Iris loves to mix her erotica with paranormal. You’ll find Shapeshifters, werewolves, vampires, to name a few. When Iris is not writing, you'll find her spending time with her daughter, taking long walks in the country or you will find her spending time with good friends and good wine.

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    Good plot, but the writing is slightly juvenile and choppy or weirdly worded in some places, forcing me to re-read passages. What saves the story is the relationship between the two main characters as the hero deals with the heroine, and as we see the heroine's growth. Story ends on a bit of a cliffhanger, so steer clear if that's a pet peeve.

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The Look In His Eyes - Iris Deorre

This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations and incidents are products of author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales or events is entirely coincidental.

Chapter One

Jasmine opened the tap for the fourth time and washed the fork again. The brillo pad scratched against the silver metal with the foam of fairy liquid plopping down the sink. It had been an awful day. She could hear Clive, her boss’s voice loud and clear in her head. ‘This was wanted an hour ago! We lost a client because of you! How many chances must we give you?!’ Jasmine had checked and rechecked the accounts for the last four hours. She was meticulous, one of the reasons she’d been taken on at the accounting firm. But that very day she’d blown it big time!

Jasmine tightened the tap and took a deep breath, Clive’s voice still in her head. She turned the fork from side to side and then opened the tap and began to clean it again.

‘I had to make sure it was perfect,’ she’d said to Clive who had almost turned the colour of a tomato. 

‘It was perfect two hours ago! This was our third biggest client!’ he’d paced while he barked...

Jasmine turned on the tap again and began to scrub the fork again. The routine was repeated another six times until eventually she felt satisfied. She took slow steps towards the kitchen table, pulled out the chair and sat down before a huge chocolate cake, smothered with the thickest cream.

‘I haven’t eaten all day, I deserve this,’ she mumbled. ‘I haven’t eaten all day, I deserve this cake.’ It was as if she was in a trance chanting a mantra.

The memories that lay in her mind were as clear as day, as if they’d only happened yesterday. Jasmine could remember it all. She’d been only seventeen at the time. There was the dance, the lies. Jasmine had done Stacey’s homework and in return Stacey had promised to set her up with the most popular guy in the school. Jasmine had fallen for it hook, line and sinker... a chance to be with the popular guy was every girls dream. So faithfully she’d produced the best work she’d ever done for Stacey.

The deal had gone to plan or so she thought. Stacey had told Jasmine to meet her outside the school hall the night of the school prom. Stacey promised that at exactly 7pm she would walk out with Tony and together they could walk into the hall and show the school who she was with.

Jasmine had waited and at exactly 7pm Stacey and a group of girls showed up but not with Tony. Instead they each carried a small bag that contained eggs. It had been the most humiliating and traumatising day of her life. The years before that had been horrendous that at times she wondered why she bothered waking up at all. But that night she thought all had changed, she thought that just maybe she would be part of them. There were the sniggers, the smell of raw egg up against her skin and the sting from the impact of the eggs that hit against her body.

‘You dirty fat pig! What makes you think a shit like you will ever be with Tony?’

That was when it all started; the excessive cleaning, the eating, the constant weighing of herself. That was when it had all started and it had followed her into her adult life.

Jasmine gazed at the cake with the words still tumbling out of her mouth. She lifted the plastic lid and moved the cake a little closer. She swerved it to the left and then to the right and then the words stopped as she concentrated. It looked better from the right, but quickly she decided it looked better from the left. For a while Jasmine swayed the cake from left to right until there was a satisfied feeling of contentment.

She lifted the fork and slowly lowered it into the thick spongy chocolate. She brought a large piece towards her mouth and took it in. It exploded her taste buds and the sensation shot through her body. Every part of her tongue took in the sensation and brought tears of delight and distress to her eyes. It wasn’t long before she was repeating the manoeuvre over and over again until the cake was almost complete.

Jasmine put down the fork and gazed at the tiny piece that remained on the tray.

‘You fat shit!’ she said. ‘You dirty fat shit!’ The words stung and quickly she pushed back the chair and ran straight for the bathroom, poked a finger down her throat and began to purge. After the majority of the cake had been expelled from her stomach, she turned towards the sink and rinsed her mouth. It wasn’t long before she began the process of washing her hands. It took a few minutes and almost scalding water to get her hands clean.

She wiped away the steam that had misted the mirror. The face that gazed back at her was beautiful; a round face with a button nose, dark brown eyes that sometimes seemed void, smooth skin that was without blemish, Jasmine was lucky that way but in her eyes she never saw herself as beautiful. Instead all she saw was the fat girl, who had had the eggs thrown at her with the short mop of hair.

After a moment Jasmine moved from the mirror and made her way to the bedroom. There were many things running through her mind. She was caught up in the turmoil of emotion and it was a wonder she was able to keep a job. It had been her attention to detail that had bagged her that accounting job. But at times she drove Clive crazy with her constant checking, difficulty to let go of what was. There had been many times she'd been on the firing line but luck had it that their top client found her to be the best and if the company got rid of her, they would go where she went. 

Jasmine stood at the edge of the bed and gazed at the covers. She bent down and opened the duvet so that it was the shape of a triangle. She put it back and tried again. It bugged her that she couldn't just do it once and let it go and the harder she tried not let it control her, the harder it was for her to suppress it. When she was satisfied, Jasmine began to undress. When she'd finally stepped into her pyjamas she began to fold away her clothes. It bugged her that they weren't perfect so again she tried to fold them as perfectly as possible until finally after seven tries it was perfect.

Finally Jasmine slid into bed. She gazed up at the ceiling and said a silent prayer. She prayed for strength to face another day. Each day was a stressful one, each day brought with it challenges that she had no idea how to make stop. Was everyone's life this way or was it just hers? After the terrible incident on the night of the prom, her parents had failed to realise what was really going on. Jasmine was smart and had managed to hide it well enough. They never questioned the hours she spent in the bathroom as she washed herself over and over again. They weren't at home when she made herself ill or took laxatives to rid herself of all the ugliness that she believed was inside of her. As long as she brought home good grades, there was nothing to worry about.

This behaviour poured out into the University years and it was rare that Jasmine made any friends. But there was one girl Ella who wanted to know about the mysterious Jasmine. It took

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