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    Club of Virgins
    Club of Virgins
    Club of Virgins
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    Club of Virgins

    By Pet TorreS

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    Club of Virgins
    is the name of the new young adult romance by Pet Torres, author of the TIGER OBSESSION Series.
    Club of Virgins is a romance that tells the story of young Peta. She is a young woman who is going through a difficult time in her life.
    Her solution is controversial and irreversible.
    After three years, she enters college and meets a young man from a conservative family.
    Something Peta did in her past could now haunt her in the future.

    Book one in the Club of Virgins Trilogy.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPet TorreS
    Release dateDec 15, 2015
    ISBN9781311494528
    Club of Virgins
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    Pet TorreS

    Pet TorreS is the pseudonym created by the author with the initials of her real name and surname.The author is a young woman who was born in the interior of Rio de Janeiro. She attended the Fashion Design faculty.However, Pet TorreS has been writing novels since she was 10 years old. In 2008 alone, she decided to pursue her career as a self-published author and expose to the world her beautiful love stories.One of your dreams is to be eternalized by her works.Pet TorreS is also a porter of Rheumatoid Arthritis and Lupus. She came to discover it just a few years ago and these illnesses have shaken up her daily routine to continue writing beautiful novels.

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      Book preview

      Club of Virgins - Pet TorreS

      Prologue

      Peta

      I am Petalouda, better known as PETA.

      The origin of my name is Greek. My mother chose this name because it means butterfly in the Greek language.

      Culturally and historically butterflies express transformation, the soul, freedom, luck, sensuality and the psyche.

      My mother has always been a great admirer of butterflies.

      I was born on March 4 and the number four in the animal game of chance is represented by the figure of a butterfly.

      So it is that so many butterflies are in my life ...

      Well folks, the Club of Virgins is open for business ...

      Pet is a young woman who is going through the worst nightmare of her life. Her mother is sick and in order to save her, Pet will have to sacrifice her purity secretly.

      Three years later, she meets a young man at college called Natanael. He is from a traditional and conservative family.

      Something Peta did in her past may haunt her in the future.

      Chapter 1

      Peta

      When I turned eighteen, I decided to get a tattoo on my body. Early on, my mother was against this idea. She wanted to change my mind and make me forget this concept, but when she realized that no matter how hard she tried this would never happen, she decided to support me.

      All right, Peta, you have convinced me. Here's the money to get that crap tattoo!

      She raised a hand to me and I saw some notes. A fifty dollar note was between her fingers.

      What a costly tattoo! She grunted and inhaled her cigarette. Yes, unfortunately my mother had been a smoker for over ten years. She started this damn vice a few years after my father’s death.

      Finally, I reached out and I took the money and looked into her face.

      It is costly because I’m getting more than one. I smiled at my mother and then moved my lips to her cheek and kissed it.

      Thank you, Mom! I love you, you know?

      My mother smiled after inhaling again and turned her back to me. She turned and headed towards the kitchen to begin preparing our lunch.

      Ah, the things I do for you! She grumbled. I am a very silly mother.

      I ran toward the front door, tucking the money into the pocket of my denim shorts.

      You're the best mom in the world! I screamed as I opened the door and ran out. Never doubt it!

      I ran outside the house.

      Hours had passed by and I was still in the room of the tattoo artist, sitting on a table with my back to him. I felt his hand holding my skin as he tried to find the best way to start making the final drawing on my back.

      It will hurt a bit! He warned me.

      The tattooer was in a white coat, wore glasses on his face and his hands were protected by disposable gloves.

      Moments later, I bit my lips and groaned when finally the electric needle began to pierce my skin.

      It took hours for the tattoos on my body to finally be finished. This was a huge sacrifice on my part, but I think all this effort was worth it because I would not have had such a beautiful design on my back.

      It was night when I got home. My mother was worried about my delay and had filled my phone with calls not knowing I could not return her calls. I was simply too busy in the tattooer's room and also I knew exactly what my mother’s questions would be:

      Where are you?

      What time will you get home?

      You will not be late, right?

      I stepped into the living room and saw my mother sitting on the couch in front of the TV. She had smoked more than a dozen cigarettes in my absence.

      You are so late! I was worried about you! I did not even know that tattoos take such a long time! She complained and began to light another cigarette. Maybe now she should smoke another cigarette in the form of thanks.

      Yes, it took quite some time. I smiled. But it was worth it mother! My tattoos are beautiful!

      I want to see them! She said looking at me.

      My mother had light brown hair. Her eyes were light brown also. I was a redhead, a natural redhead, my eyes were blue and my skin and body was freckled. I had inherited the physical characteristics of my father. He was Dutch. When he migrated to our country, he met my mother and they were married.

      My father died seven years after coming to Brazil and my mother raised me on a pension which was barely enough for both of us. It was our only maintenance.

      Come, daughter! Show me these tattoos!

      Calm down, Mom. Wait till I take off my shirt, I said, turning my back to her. I pulled up my blouse, it went over my head. Soon I was just in my pink bra with white polka dots.

      My God, daughter! My mother said looking at my back. It looks beautiful! I love it!

      My tattoo was of four colorful butterflies that were flying in the direction of my shoulder. I chose this design not only to honor myself but also to honor my mother.

      She loved butterflies.

      Chapter 2

      A few months later...

      Peta

      I held my mother’s hand as she lay in a hospital bed. My mother had not felt well, feeling out of breath. There was no alternative but to take her to the public hospital. It was the only solution. She was having difficulty breathing.

      Are you feeling any better? I tried to smile at her. I thought my mother needed my smile at that time. She was depressed, had not slept during the night and she had become emaciated from one night to the other.

      Yes. I think so. She looked around and saw other beds occupied with sick women. Some were young and others were older than her.

      Daughter, I cannot stand this place! I want to go home.

      Desperately she grabbed my arm.

      Calm down, mother, I said holding her hand. There was still a drip with serum inserted in her right arm. The doctor said that first you need to do some tests. But soon you will be able to come home.

      She smiled weakly and turned her head to one side. She was wearing a striped pajama. Up to the height of her waist was a thin sheet.

      I want a cigarette! She murmured.

      No cigarettes! I quickly said. "Now you are in this hospital, you’ve been having trouble breathing and it’s precisely because

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