Zane's legion of fans can't get enough of her way of telling a juicy, sexy story. In Nervous, the New York Times bestselling queen of erotica brings us a tale of a woman with a split personality. Jonquinette has always been nervous around men, but on the weekends her alter ego, Jude, goes on intense sexual escapades. When Jonquinette seeks the help of Dr. Marcella Spencer, the psychiatrist Zane originated in her bestselling novel Addicted, Jude's response is to go on a sexual rampage. In the meantime, Jonquinette becomes interested in her new neighbor, Mason, but Jude has no intention of letting Jonquinette fall in love -- not when Jude's having so much fun. Based on a short story of the same title from her bestselling collection The Sex Chronicles, Nervous is classic Zane with an edge. So, relax, sit back. You're in for a nerve-tingling read.
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1 . Interesting
Posted April 13, 2012 by Alex2014 , ColumbusI definitley liked the book. It kind of threw me for a loop. would have liked for it to be a little bit more detailed. but overall good book
2 . Interesting Read!
Posted September 29, 2009 by Krystal , BrooklynThis was the first Zane book that I read and it was pretty good. characters and plot were realistic. I found some parts to be humorous while others i found to be down and dirty. It was a easy read. This is a good book if your looking for a quick read to make the time go by.
August 05, 2003
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Excerpt from Zane's Nervous by Zane
I entered my third floor apartment fighting back tears. It was hot. Extremely hot. I'd forgotten to turn on the air before I'd left that morning.
I tossed my keys onto the coffee table and kicked off my low-heel black pumps. "You knew they were calling for a heat wave today," I said aloud, recalling the morning weather report that I'd neglected. "Why didn't you turn on some air "
The sole of one of my stockings snagged on a nail in the parquet flooring as I stumbled into my hallway. I adjusted the thermostat to seventy and sighed, praying it wouldn't take long to drop down from the current temperature of eighty-six degrees.
I continued down the hall into my bedroom and collapsed on my king-sized bed. I'd purchased it despite the fact that one person didn't need such a monstrosity to sleep alone. And sleep alone I did. Always.
The red light on my answering machine was blinking. Who could possibly have called On a Saturday, no less. Normally it would be Momma, but she was out of the country for two weeks. She'd whisked off to Paris to fulfill a lifelong dream. More like fantasy. Momma had a way of fantasizing like no other. One day I hoped she would find whatever it was she was truly searching for. I doubted she would've called more than once at those rates and she'd called three days earlier to inform me that she and her latest romantic conquest had arrived safely.
I rewound the tape and hit play.
"Jon, what's up girl It's me!" a bubbly, female voice squealed out at me to the point where I felt compelled to adjust the volume.
Me who I wondered.
"In case you don't know who this is, it's me, Darnetta."
I sat up on the bed. I should've known it was Darnetta. I heard that overanxious voice daily at work. Why was Darnetta calling me at home on a Saturday We were coworkers but rarely spoke more than two words to each other.
"Jon, I was wondering if you want to hang out tonight. I know we don't usually flow like that, but I have two tickets to this live concert at Club Snatch and everyone else I know has plans already." There was a slight pause. "That's not to say that you're my last choice. I was going to ask you about going out sometime soon anyway and I saw this as the perfect opportunity. You always seem so shy at work. Anyway, give me a call if you can make it. My number is -- "
I didn't even bother to listen to the phone number and hit the erase button. Me in a club No way. That meant a lot of people. That meant a lot of men. No way!