title: That Sinfull One Eyed Python: First of the Two Book Romance Series
author: Teesdale, Veronica K.
description: Have you ever had meddling parents who tried their best to ruin your relationships? Or boyfriend drama that was enough to almost send you crazy? Or the craziest bunch of friends; that no matter how wild thing got, you could never let go of them.  Then this is definitely the story for you.
  This story follows the struggles of the main character, Rene Smith. Her life and relationships have always been a complete roller costar ride. Finally, she takes a step back to reflect on where her dramas all began. And this is how her story begins:
  I remember the first conversation my father had with me about boys and sex. It was the night before my first day of school. By the time he was through talking, the image I had in my head of boys in high school; was that they each had horns sticking out of their heads, fangs hanging out their mouths, and a ‘vile penis’ sticking out their trousers ready to deflower any unsuspecting female. Oh yes! I knew what a penis was, at least in theory.
   “The Sinful One Eyed Python” he called it. He claimed it was so dangerous, that if used outside the sanction of marriage, only sorrow and misery would follow.
  This was one of my father’s typical sermons which always ended in the fire and brimstone speech. If only I wasn’t so naive and gullible at that age. Maybe then I wouldn’t have allowed myself to have such a deep rooted fear of men…
  I was only twelve years old at the time and home schooled up to this point. The only truths I knew were whatever my father had told me.  I remember how much I wanted to throw up, after he said that men had shoved these creatures up into our mother’s forbidden region, and that is how we came along.
  The idea of a man having a snake between his legs was mind blowing. “What a horrid thing for a man to posses” I thought. I actually pitied them. Oh what a fool I was at that age. I’m twenty five years old now and looking back on my life only one truth rang out.
  Every single male in my life had always thought me one harsh lesson: That men were never to be trusted with that fragile jewel of a woman, called ‘The Heart’. No matter how caring, sweet, seductive or sexy, especially the sexy ones.
  Ladies, some advice: The next time a gorgeous guy with eyes so hypnotizing and lips that make you want to swallow him whole, comes your way and starts sweeping you off your feet, RUN….. Your about to jump onto a one stop, break your heart but have fun along the way train, that may end badly no matter how much you convince yourself otherwise.
  I know there are a lot of women out there who are still hoping to meet their fairy tale prince charming. And believe me, I was once one of them. I’m not telling you he doesn’t exist, maybe he does. But I’m just saying those types of guys are one in a million and for some reason it’s always the nine hundred and ninety nine thousand other females who think they’ve found ‘the one’. Well let me tell you about all the men and experiences in my life that I had growing up, then you tell me, should I believe there is hope of me finding him.
  I blame our romantic wishful thinking on the Disney franchise, and all the fairy tale romances we read and heard about as little girls. They should have warned us that in the real life story of ‘Beauty and the Beast’, the beast usually remains the beast and doesn’t turn into a prince. And also ‘Sleeping beauty’, would have wanted to remain sleeping and peaceful instead of having to constantly war with a wretched stepmother. And no matter how much you wish real life was different, you have to finally accept that not all real life fairy tales have a happy ending. But I guess that’s what a fairy tale is, the hopeful version of the wretched truth.
  So… Before you start thinking, that this is a story about the memoirs of a man-hater; I should warn you that this, contrary to what you have just read; is a story about a life so complicated, so messed up at times, that I started to believe that true love didn’t exist. Until I met h