Life after marriage was everything that William
“Devil” Delancy was all that
he wanted it to be and more. That
was,
until his sweet, amazing (and slightly scary!) wife Molly
decided to do the
impossible -- arrange the wedding of his drama queen
assistant!
The question soon becomes...will the
always-in-control Devil lose Molly to
the wedding plans that are quickly falling apart, or will he
be able to pull
out all of the scorching sexual charms he’s known for and
bring her back to the
dark side?
Romantic erotica comedy at its best!
Sizzle, but also is a STANDALONE!
Disturbed, Devil paused mid-rant and cocked his head in Grant’s
direction. “Seriously, bud, when was the
last time you and Karen had a little ‘alone’ time?” he
asked, using air
quotes. Honestly, when he and Grant had
been in college and shared a dorm room, he’d been forced to
listen to his best
friend and his girl screw like bunnies.
“I’ll take your eight weeks and raise you a fiscal quarter,”
Grant
replied miserably. “That’s right,
boys…three monkin’ months.”
“Monkin’?” Devil repeated curiously, arching one dark, inky
eyebrow as he
waited for Grant to elaborate – which he would.
“Yeah,” Grant retorted stubbornly, draining his whiskey sour in
one long
gulp, “Monkin’. It’s the opposite of
fuckin’,” he explained,
belching loudly. “See, monks are
chaste. Like me. Get it?” he
chuckled, elbowing Devil in the
side. “At this rate, we’re both gonna be
born-again virgins, man.”
Blinking, Nick stared at Grant in fascination. “You can tell
me it’s none of my business,
but….why?”
“Why, what?” Grant grunted, frowning into his now empty
glass.
“Why haven’t you and your wife been….you
know….”
“Bumpin’ uglies? Doin’ the
deed? Makin’ sweet, sweet loooooovvvveee
to my lady?” Grant drawled as Devil groaned and buried his
face in his hands
and begged whatever God was listening for a quick
death.
“Yeah,” Nick nodded, interested now.
“Dear God, I beg you not to answer that, man. Karen is like a
sister to me,” Devil begged,
grimacing at the thought of what could be coming
next.
“Now you know how I feel with Molly,” Grant replied
unapologetically
before directing his gaze toward Nick.
the Three Ms. Marriage, Middle age, and
Menopause. Now, any one of those can put
a damper on the sexual shenanigans, but all three
together?
Let’s just say that those creamy white thighs
of our lovers’ legs will close tighter than the vaults at
Fort Knox. It’s a cocktail for
catastrophe. It
happens to all of us couples, my
friend. Even the gay ones,” he assured
the younger man with a sympathetic smile.
sure if she wants to kiss me or kill me.
option. I got a notice in the mail that
she upped my life insurance. I’m not
exactly feeling safe in my own home these days,” he
lamented.
Catching the deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression
blanketing you
Nicholas’ face, Devil sighed heavily.
enough problems right now without hearing how his sex life
will eventually
become as mythical as the existence of
unicorns.”
“Better he hears the truth from a friend,” Grant counseled
wisely.
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Sarah O'Rourke is the alter ego of
two best friends who bonded over their passion for romantic
fiction and
erotica. Born and raised in the southern United States, one
lives near Ft.
Campbell, Kentucky, while the other resides in Atlanta,
Georgia.
Formerly an accountant and a chemist, they
are now overworked, stay-at-home moms who adore their
children, their
husbands...and writing about love in every way
possible.
Inspired by their dog-eared copies
of Gone with the Wind and their almost warped DVDs of Steel
Magnolias, they
love to write wildly intense romantic/erotica stories that
have multiple
characters, but they focus on one couple that will ALWAYS
have a happy
ending…eventually!
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