title: Who is This Sex For Anyways?: How to Find Purpose, Intimacy & Passion in Your Relationship! (Purpose Now) (Volume 2)
author:  Delina Fajardo 
description: DELINA FAJARDO is a New York born and based author, life coach, physician assistant, and business owner. Over the past 15 years she has worked at leading hospitals and practiced clinical medicine at the most prestigious and challenging levels including cardio-thoracic surgery and emergency medicine. Her primary focus has always been to maintain wellness and balance for herself and others. As a Certified Life Coach and Peak Performance Results Coach with Tony Robbins, she is recognized as, the dust above outstanding. She is a natural born leader and has the gift to inspire, motivate, and encourage others. It has become her lifes mission to serve herself and others through Divine love and grace. She strives to live her purpose so that she can inspire others to do the same. Delinas life path guided her to discover who she is, what she was created for, and the direction she needs to take. Her mastery level training has made her a unique leader within the industry. She is the author of the groundbreaking Purpose Now book series. She is known as "America's Purpose Coach".
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  To Diego,
  
  I knew it was love when we met in a bookstore.
  
  
  
  
  
  Wednesday, July 11, 2012
  
  > It is midnight, and I’m sitting on a hotel balcony in Maui. The sound of the
  > ocean crashing against the shore is like a drug, calming the disarray inside
  > me a little. It’s hard to believe that I am now a world traveler and art
  > expert, rather than a bar waitress struggling to make ends meet. Me. Rebecca
  > Mason. A world traveler. It’s as hard to believe as most of what has
  > happened to me this past year.
  
  > My new man is only a few feet away, naked and gorgeous beneath the sheets of
  > our hotel bed, sated from a night of dinner, drinks, and passionate sex.
  > Sex. I have to call it that. I cannot call it lovemaking, though he does. I
  > wish that I could. Oh, how I wish that I could.
  
  > Why am I not in bed, pressed to all that sinewy muscle, basking in his male
  > sensuality? I should be, but the cell phone in my lap is the reason why I’m
  > not. “He