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Published by Ellora's Cave
Released on April 3, 2013
Source: Book Tour Provided
I went into this story with a little different story line in mind. I figured they were a couple who just needed to spice up their love life and what I got was a woman who needed to be honest with herself and her needs, which she truly didn’t understand. Through hints in the story line we learn about two separate incidents that shape Ginny into a closed off, sexually repressed woman.
What grabbed me first of all was the story was told in first POV, which I usually can’t stand. This did detract some of the enjoyment as I would have loved to more of Cole’s feelings. He mentions over and over he loves her and he shows this to her in many ways. But over the course of their relationship and marriage, she has never orgasmed with him. This man is a saint! To love someone, make love to them, but never be able to bring them pleasure just had to be hard on him as well.
There is one scene I found believable except for one part, which sorry, slamming two cocks in a woman at the same time, isn’t feasible. Asking another man to teach them about BDSM also made me uncomfortable, especially when Cole doesn’t check with Ginny before doing so.
Overall, this was a story of getting past demons that prevent you from enjoying life and love. The journey to get there may have been a little unconventional, but what years of therapy couldn’t do, BDSM seemed to solve in a very short time.
By the time our third round of drinks arrived, we’d determined that I had no imagination of my own, which probably explained why I had chosen technical writing as a career.
We had also established that I’d never thought about dressing up as a naughty nurse or a strict schoolteacher or a sexy maid. I didn’t fantasize about being blindfolded or tickled with a feather or covered in chocolate sauce. I’d also never wanted to have sex in public or watch porn or pose for nude photos.
“Wow.” Donna twirled the stem of her martini glass between her fingers. “So what do you fantasize about?”
An image of a woman tied to a tree in a dark forest flashed through my head. It was brief and sudden, jolting me so I sat ramrod straight in my chair. “Nothing.”
She tilted her head at an angle and looked at me as if I’d just sprouted a third eyeball in the middle of my forehead. “Come on. You can’t be serious.”
I couldn’t hold her gaze anymore, so I looked past her right shoulder into the crowd. I used to have fantasies. Filthy ones that involved whips and pain and reddened flesh. But Ben had cured me of those long ago.
“There’s something wrong with me, isn’t there?” I was feeling more and more miserable with each passing second, and the cocktails weren’t helping. I huffed out a breath. “Listen, I like sex. It’s pleasurable and pleasant and nice.”
Donna’s laugh startled me. It went on and on. “Nice?” She gasped when she could finally catch her breath and dabbed a tear from the corner of her eye. “Sex is nice? No, no, no. A foot rub is nice. A perfect creme brûlée is nice. The sight of a sleeping kitten is nice. Sex is… It’s toe-curling, incredible, mind-blowing.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “Mind-blowing?”
She nodded. “If you’re doing it right.”
Clearly I’d been doing it wrong for a very long time. Was that my fault or Cole’s? I still had so many questions, and I was no closer to figuring out how to surprise my husband for our anniversary.
I stared down into my empty glass. “There aren’t enough drinks in the world for this.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Award-winning author Lacey Savage loves to write about her dreams – or more specifically, she loves to breathe life into her steamy fantasies (and she’s got plenty!). She pens erotic tales of true love and mythical destiny, peopled with strong alpha heroes and feisty heroines. A hopeless romantic, Lacey loves writing about the intimate, sensual side of relationships. She currently resides in Ottawa, Canada, with her loving husband and their mischievous cat.