A resort weekend, a golf course, a husband who doesn't play sitting in a cart while his wife gets a lesson from a man with steady hands and a direct gaze.
But Claire has never been innocent about anything in her life, and James has never been a man who looks away.
By the time Ryan is standing over her on the ninth tee, correcting her stance with his chest close to her back, the temperature between them has nothing to do with the Arizona sun. When Claire looks at her husband and proposes the bet?make the shot, take the man back to their room?James doesn't flinch. He just nods, and waits, and watches her line up.
She makes the shot.
What follows is explicit, unhurried, and ruthlessly detailed: the seduction that built across nine holes finally paying off in a king-size bed, every position, every exchange of filthy words, every moment of a husband walking the perimeter of his own marriage and loving every aching second of it.
Autorentext
I write what I know: complicated relationships, inconvenient desires, and the strange places love takes us when we're brave enough to follow.
Specializing exclusively in cuckold erotica, I believe the hottest scenes happen in the mind first. Why do we want what we want? What makes forbidden fruit so damn delicious? These are the questions that fuel every story I tell.
When I'm not crafting tales of devoted husbands and adventurous wives, you'll find me people-watching at coffee shops (purely for research, obviously), debating relationship psychology with anyone who'll listen, and wondering why vanilla ice cream is called "vanilla" when it's actually quite exotic.
I don't write fairy tales. I write the stories that happen after "happily ever after" gets complicated.