I’m going through the worse writer’s block ever.
After ten years of writing romance, I’ve run out of ideas… specifically, how to write the steamy scenes my readers have come to expect of me.
But ever since my husband of fifteen years traded me for a woman half his age, it’s not just my ego that’s taken a beating. My libido did, too.
But all that changes when Reid Cyrus shows up behind the counter of my favorite adult toy store. Suddenly the last thing I want is another vibrator to add to my stash. I just need him to tell me how he pleases a woman… for… um, research.
But what happens when good ol’ research leads to hands-on demonstrations, … and so much more?
Can something this good really be so bad for me?