The wondrous world of seemingly random retweeting, which of course it isn’t — nothing on Twitter is truly random — landed a promo for this book in my stream, and while I admit to partaking of the occasional romance novel, by which is meant it’s probably no more than a third of what I read, give or take a percentage point here or there, I think this one might be just a hair beyond my specifications. The story goes like this:
He is every woman’s fantasy. He can have any woman but her. He will do anything just to have her in his bed were she belongs.
She is a widow and has a little girl. She cannot afford to be promiscuous but she is drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
When they come together it is explosive. Sparks don’t just fly it dominates. Can he keep her in his bed or will she run away?
Points for noting that promiscuity has its price, if not necessarily in an obvious currency. But how do we know if it’s truly “decandent,” whatever the heck that means?