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Book summary:
Christine Bacon has a fatal attraction. To all things fatal.
A veteran hypochondriac, her near-death experiences are exacerbated when her
husband proposes they have a menage a trois with Eleanor, his busty British
massage therapist, to "shake things up." Christine reluctantly agrees
(although she is more wholesome than threesome), never expecting just how much
she'd be rattled. As her marriage to Richard, a/k/a "Dick," falls
apart, so, too, does Christine, whose fear of her own demise causes her to
research every freckle, blemish, cough, bump, lump, tingle and hiccup. She
isn't a doctor, but she plays one on the internet.
There is solace for Christine: in raising daughters Lily and Carli, leaning on
her friends, and wearing out the shower massager. In order to heal, she
struggles to become her own person and to view her symptoms (and ex-husband) as
less malignant, while searching for that special someone who will love
her--despite her grave condition.
Excerpt
I could think of two big reasons why this threesome wasn’t
going to work: her boobs. When my husband of nineteen years told me he wanted
to “spice things up,” I was envisioning sex toys…spanking…chocolate-covered
penis. The kinkiest thing we had done thus far was Richard tying me to the
bedposts. We’d had a code for him to untie me if I started to freak out. The
code was me saying, untie-me-right-now. So when he first proposed the idea of a
playmate, I was shocked. I mean, who did that, anyway? Certainly, not us. He
was an insurance salesman whose specialty was planning for a secure future. I
was a high school English teacher. We lived in the wholesome Green Mountain
State. And we were parents—which was something Eleanor Wilkinson definitely was
not, as was evident by her breasts.
They were truthfully too big to be called “perky.” Thing One and Thing Two were
up and out. My breasts, on the other hand, were not only small (32 B
minus) but had turned into saggy, limp skin sacs with droopy areolae and
indifferent nipples from two years of nursing babies. So it was very
much unappreciated that my husband wanted to invite someone with a cup
size further along in the alphabet than mine to join us under the covers.
It had
all started with a trigger point. Richard had been complaining of his upper
back muscles being tight, and since I knew he’d been under a lot of stress at
work, I got him a gift certificate to a local spa. Eleanor, a transplant from
England with what Richard called a “killer accent,” was his massage therapist.
After about four sessions of seeing her, Richard mentioned that someone at the
office had engaged in a threesome, and then said what did I think of that. I
said a twosome was more than enough for me, and the conversation had ended. The
morning after his sixth massage, he told me over breakfast (while the girls
were upstairs getting ready for school) that he thought he might like to try a
threesome, and what did I think of that. I had stirred my coffee a bit too
vigorously so that some of it slopped over the sides of the mug and onto the
table. I had not known what to answer, and thought it wise that I refrained
from my initial response of what the FUUCKK?! After a few moments, I
whispered (so the kids wouldn’t hear), why didn’t we just watch some good porn
instead?
That’s not what I’m talking about, he snorted. I feel like we need to
really shake things up here. Make it exciting again.
Aren’t I enough for you? I asked. I didn’t understand this; we’d had sex
three times last week, and I’d gone down on him every time. Even when he hadn’t
showered immediately before.
I need a change, he had answered. Sorry, but I’m just being honest.
That was when I got scared. And I said, okay.Giveaway
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This isn't my usual kind of read, but it actually sounds pretty funny. The MCs neurosis seem like a great foil to her overwhelming life. I might have to check this one out.
OdgovoriIzbrišiI haven't read it yet, so I can't tell you much! But good luck, I hope you get it :)
OdgovoriIzbrišiI like that it's about a hypochondriac but I don't think I want to read a book about a menage a trois.
OdgovoriIzbrišiI would have nicknamed him Dick too. lol.
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Ohhhh....this sounds interesting, but not really my thing! And I agree with Adriana..I would have called him a Dick too! :p *wink*
OdgovoriIzbrišiI'm with you girls! So Dick it is! :P *wink*
OdgovoriIzbrišiNot the book for me, but that cover is pretty hilarious. I think this might be an entertaining read for people who usually enjoy adult content. Thanks for sharing! :)
OdgovoriIzbrišiYeah I like the cover too, but as you said not book for me! :) Thank you! ;)
OdgovoriIzbrišiJust want to say thank you to Tanja and Glass for featuring my book! For those of you who were concerned about the "menage a trois" - I want to reassure you that it does not actually happen :), and the very few sex scenes in the book are NOT explicit - I don't write erotica. The threesome at the beginning was admittedly a risk I took, and it actually turns out to be more humorous than anything. Again, thanks to all for participating, and would love to hear from anyone who reads the book!
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