“We live for books.”
~ Umberto Eco ~
It started as a game.
Two adults, both lonely; one an expert, the other learning on the quick.
He thought he was giving her what she desired. She hated herself for loving it.
Lauren Perry thought her life was fine. She knew what she wanted and where she was going. That was until her husband left her.
Mackenzie Miller thought his life was fine. He knew what he wanted and he took, always. That was until he broke his own rules.
What would you do if someone gave you the opportunity to experience all of your fantasies?
Lauren Perry decided to find that out.
Contemporary erotic romance for readers over the age of 18
Contains scenes of F/F, M/M/F & light BDSM
It had been six months since my husband left. Six whole months of self-doubt: wondering what I’d done wrong, self-loathing, and many, many bottles of wine.
I sat at my kitchen table, looking at the documents in front of me. I had started divorce proceedings on the grounds of adultery; something my mum had desperately tried to change my mind on. She wanted me to stay married so as to stop him from moving on. I wasn’t into those kind of games.
There was no going back for me. Scott had been caught red-handed, fucking his assistant over the boardroom table. He’d been filmed, probably with a mobile phone, and someone had kindly decided I needed to be sent that clip.
The video had been sent from an unknown number, although I believed it was sent from the recipient of his cock. It had proven very useful when shown to my solicitor. There was no denying an affair. All I’d received from him was a list of reasons why I was such a terrible wife. Maybe, in his mind, that was his justification.
I worked too much. I was a hard-nosed career bitch. I didn’t pay him enough attention. She understood him.
I’d laughed at the last one. Since the dawn of time, when a man decided it was perfectly okay to be caught balls deep in someone other than his wife, it was that same excuse, ‘she understands me.’
I played with the thin gold band on my wedding finger as I read through the documents. I wondered at what point it would be suitable to remove it, I wondered why I hadn’t already. Maybe I’d save it for when the divorce was finalised. I’d create some sort of event; have the removal of the ring be a symbolic gesture that fifteen years of my life was over.
I sighed. Fifteen years Scott and I had been together. We’d met in school. Now at thirty years old, I was a single woman for the first time ever.