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| Contemporary Erotic Romance |
SEDUCING MY HUSBAND
Tina misses the hot lover she married. For two months, he hasn’t laid a
finger on her in a sexual way. Her best friend suggests an affair, but
this determined housewife has a plan of her own.
Tina’s husband has a new job that’s taking him away from her for
twelve-hour-a-day shifts. When he comes home, he’s tired, grumpy and
in no mood to service his wife. This won’t do at all. Although her best
friend thinks Tina ought to call off the search for Steven’s missing
libido and seek pleasure in the arms of another man, this housewife
knows how to cook up some special excitement. She’s willing to work
for what she wants and needs even if it means having an affair with the
man she married.
Tina misses the hot lover she married. For two months, he hasn’t laid a
finger on her in a sexual way. Her best friend suggests an affair, but
this determined housewife has a plan of her own.
Tina’s husband has a new job that’s taking him away from her for
twelve-hour-a-day shifts. When he comes home, he’s tired, grumpy and
in no mood to service his wife. This won’t do at all. Although her best
friend thinks Tina ought to call off the search for Steven’s missing
libido and seek pleasure in the arms of another man, this housewife
knows how to cook up some special excitement. She’s willing to work
for what she wants and needs even if it means having an affair with the
man she married.
| "...The reader will easily empathize with Tina as she deals with her overworked, bored of his wife, husband. Wincing with her at his rejections and laughing with her at her successes. Tina’s slow determination to score the sex she needs, and the ways she goes about getting it may even strike a familiar chord or two..." -The Pool Boy ManicReaders.com |
| SEDUCING MY HUSBAND is available at: loveyoudivine.com AllRomanceEbooks.com Fictionwise.com Ebook ISBN: 978-1-60054-201-5 |
EXCERPT;
gaped at her sitting there looking like a beauty queen with her perfect blonde hair and make-up. She
didn’t even look up from her food or flinch at what she suggested I do. My best friend simply went about
eating as if cheating on my husband meant nothing. It was then that I knew she couldn’t possibly
understand. Marlee was single. She could afford to do whatever she wanted, and she did just that. Not
so for me. I’d made a commitment. My plan to stick to it remained intact despite Steven’s lack of
enthusiasm in our love life for the last two months.
“Affair.” I laughed and lifted my glass to her. “You have no concept of love and marriage. That’s a one
way ticket to divorce.”
She raised her face to smirk at me, nodded, and shoved a forkful of pasta in her mouth. That’s her way
of not saying anything else to piss me off. A good choice too.
Nevertheless, as I left Rosatti’s in my pristine white minivan with its so-obvious-I’m-a-mommy bumper
stickers about my honor roll student children, I thought over her suggestion. An affair meant new
possibilities, new conquests, maybe new positions and excitement. At the stoplight on Fifth and
Bradstreet, I studied the wedding ring on my finger. An amethyst jewel stared back at me. He knew I
didn’t like diamonds or gold and so the stone had been set in silver, simple and orderly, not garish, not
overdone. Just the way I liked it. I groaned and pressed the pedal when the light changed.
“Affair,” I said again, this time to myself, not liking the idea of having to get used to a new man’s ways.
“That’s not what I want.” I knew what I wanted, the same thing I wanted ten years ago. “I want my
husband.”
The drive home allowed me to plot and plan. For two months he hadn’t touched me in a sexual way. No
more goodnight kisses. Most times when I crawled into bed, he turned away and muttered a half
coherent wish for sweet dreams. When we dated and even after we married, we were two fireballs of
passion and desire. Karen, my other friend—the married one—had warned me that the fires settle
down and burn at a steady pace later on, but I guess I didn’t want to believe her. I needed to stoke the
flames, add some fuel and set the blaze alight in a burgeoning bonfire. Besides, our flames weren’t
steady of late, they were dead. Nothing but cold, black coals.
I pulled into the carport and pressed the button to shut the garage. “Hair dye,” I mumbled. “Sexy dress.
His favorite dinner.” It seemed simple enough. I rushed through the kitchen, past the living room and
sprinted into the master bath. Stripping off my blouse and pants, I watched my nakedness appear in
the mirror. I could stand to lose a few pounds, but my shape revealed ample curves—cleavage and
hips he used to love to fondle and clutch. Fingers skimmed over my pubic hair. A shave was in order. A
little surprise for him to discover when he slips off my panties tonight.
gaped at her sitting there looking like a beauty queen with her perfect blonde hair and make-up. She
didn’t even look up from her food or flinch at what she suggested I do. My best friend simply went about
eating as if cheating on my husband meant nothing. It was then that I knew she couldn’t possibly
understand. Marlee was single. She could afford to do whatever she wanted, and she did just that. Not
so for me. I’d made a commitment. My plan to stick to it remained intact despite Steven’s lack of
enthusiasm in our love life for the last two months.
“Affair.” I laughed and lifted my glass to her. “You have no concept of love and marriage. That’s a one
way ticket to divorce.”
She raised her face to smirk at me, nodded, and shoved a forkful of pasta in her mouth. That’s her way
of not saying anything else to piss me off. A good choice too.
Nevertheless, as I left Rosatti’s in my pristine white minivan with its so-obvious-I’m-a-mommy bumper
stickers about my honor roll student children, I thought over her suggestion. An affair meant new
possibilities, new conquests, maybe new positions and excitement. At the stoplight on Fifth and
Bradstreet, I studied the wedding ring on my finger. An amethyst jewel stared back at me. He knew I
didn’t like diamonds or gold and so the stone had been set in silver, simple and orderly, not garish, not
overdone. Just the way I liked it. I groaned and pressed the pedal when the light changed.
“Affair,” I said again, this time to myself, not liking the idea of having to get used to a new man’s ways.
“That’s not what I want.” I knew what I wanted, the same thing I wanted ten years ago. “I want my
husband.”
The drive home allowed me to plot and plan. For two months he hadn’t touched me in a sexual way. No
more goodnight kisses. Most times when I crawled into bed, he turned away and muttered a half
coherent wish for sweet dreams. When we dated and even after we married, we were two fireballs of
passion and desire. Karen, my other friend—the married one—had warned me that the fires settle
down and burn at a steady pace later on, but I guess I didn’t want to believe her. I needed to stoke the
flames, add some fuel and set the blaze alight in a burgeoning bonfire. Besides, our flames weren’t
steady of late, they were dead. Nothing but cold, black coals.
I pulled into the carport and pressed the button to shut the garage. “Hair dye,” I mumbled. “Sexy dress.
His favorite dinner.” It seemed simple enough. I rushed through the kitchen, past the living room and
sprinted into the master bath. Stripping off my blouse and pants, I watched my nakedness appear in
the mirror. I could stand to lose a few pounds, but my shape revealed ample curves—cleavage and
hips he used to love to fondle and clutch. Fingers skimmed over my pubic hair. A shave was in order. A
little surprise for him to discover when he slips off my panties tonight.