On the outside, Amy has the American dream. Two busy kids, a job she loves, a big house thanks to her husband's climb up the corporate ladder. What she hasn't had in a long time...is sex. Sure, she's too exhausted at night to think about it, but maybe Will's long hours at work aren't the real reason he rarely touches her anymore.
Feeling her marriage teetering on the edge, she rents the voyeur room at Paolo's Playhouse. Maybe bringing back the memory of the one wicked thing they used to do together will relight the sparks.
Will loves his wife, but she's never been one to take chances--except for the time before kids, when they'd camp out in a club's back booth, getting all worked up watching the dirty dancers. Their careers have seriously cut into their "us" time, and if she's booked them a sexual playroom, it sounds like she's serious about solving the problem.
When Will shows up way, way late, Amy wonders why she bothered, and if her plan to relight the flame has only made it painfully clear that it's too late to try.
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November 15, 2011
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Excerpt from Risk It by Natasha Moore
The fancy door at the end of the room opened, startling her. A handsome young man with dark wavy hair and bright blue eyes stepped into the room. His smile was warm and charming. "Mrs. Carson? Welcome. I am Paolo." He shook her hand and then held it between his large, warm palms. "It was wonderful to talk to you today. I hope you didn't get too wet tonight."
His sincere charm sucked her in. She smiled back at him. "No. I'm fine, thank you."
He swept his gaze around the room. "Are you alone? I was under the impression your husband would be coming with you tonight."
Amy cleared her throat and slid her hand from his. "He will be. He's running a little late."
Paolo held her gaze for a moment. "Of course. I'm certain this terrible weather is causing many delays this evening. Would you like me to escort you to the blue room now or would you rather wait for him here?"
Go to a sexual playroom by herself? Her heart stuttered in her chest and she felt her face grow warm. "I'll wait here, thank you."
Paolo nodded and shot her another one of his warm smiles. "As you wish. I'll check back with you in a few minutes."
He disappeared behind the ornate door and Amy sank into one of the plush chairs, her stomach nothing but a bunch of knots. She clutched her purse in her lap. Soft classical music drifted through the room, but it did nothing to calm her frazzled nerves. Where was he? She'd made all these plans, thinking that all they needed was a little change. Some time alone together. Something fun to add a little spark to their sex life.