If I couldn’t have that kind of passion again in real life, I could at least write about it.
Marine turned motorcycle club outlaw, a baby-faced punk rocker out on parole, and a heavy-metal bass player-were every bit as tattooed and testosterone-fueled as the leading men in my favorite romance novels. After all, my ex-boyfriends-a tattoo artist turned U.S.
Perhaps my gorgeous, cold, number crunching husband simply wasn’t capable of the kind of passion I’d come to expect. Doing so would be considered “unethical” and “a fireable offense.” Lucky for you, ethics was never my strong suit.Īfter spending years trying to spice up my sex life, I gave up and took to my journal. School psychologists aren’t supposed to write books about sex.
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