After spending years trying to spice up my sex life, I gave up and took to my journal. Perhaps my gorgeous, cold, number crunching husband simply wasn’t capable of the kind of passion I’d come to expect. After all, my ex-boyfriends—a skinhead turned US 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. If I couldn’t have that kind of passion again in real life, at least I could write about it. Right? Nobody had to know. It would be my little secret.
Well, guess what? My husband read that shit.
And guess what else? He upped his fucking game.
Drunk with power and under the dubious advisement of my best friend and colleague, I began testing the limits—crafting journal entries specifically designed to manipulate Ken’s behavior. For the most part, he responded beautifully…except when he didn’t.
Told through actual journal entries, steamy short stories, personal emails, a few haikus, and at least one dirty limerick, 44 Chapters About 4 Men chronicles the year I spent toying with my husband’s mind and ignoring all ethical standards of psychology. I decided to publish it in the hopes that someone out there might benefit from my discovery—or at least laugh at it—but in doing so I’m risking more than just my career. If word of this book gets back to Ken, I could lose the very man I’ve worked so hard to perfect.
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About the Author
And what I really want to be is the steaming, twitching pile of flesh and teeth that would result if science ever made it genetically possible for Jenny Lawson and Kelly Ripa to have a baby--with a generous sprinkling of Megan Fox on top.
That's the dream, at least.
The reality is that I'm a school psychologist (or I was before they fired me for gross moral turpitude. If you're reading this, it has probably already happened.), and I live in the soul-stifling southeastern suburbs with my husband and our two darling little cherubs (or I did before he divorced me and/or had me committed).
Though my punk-rock days might be behind me, I still dye my hair pink on the first day of summer break every year and pray that it washes out by August. It doesn't completely scratch my rebellious itch, but those judgmental stares in the grocery store do feel pretty damn good.
I also want to be the type of person who stays up until two a.m.,writing smutty romance novels, but instead, I stay up until three a.m., writing about my own deviant sexual history because I have no imagination.
After one tiny REM cycle, I'm bitch-slapped back into consciousness by the sound of my alarm and rush off to work with my hair still wet and a travel mug emblazoned with some inspirational quote about the universe still on the roof of my car, my lunch still tucked away in the refrigerator where my long-suffering husband placed it the night before, and the belt of my coat vigorously slapping the pavement as I speed away. I'm what doctors like to call chronically sleep-deprived--or as Ken pronounces it, "depraved."
To be honest, I don't even remember writing this book.
Wow! Wow! Wow! I'm speechless. Because this book. THIS BOOK! I saw a post on the author's page that intrigued me. I figured it would be a good read, interesting, different. I was wrong. It wasn't just a good read, it was a PHENOMENAL read. Interesting doesn't even cover it. I was absolutely entranced by this memoir. And it's so different than anything out there, anything I've ever read before.
This is a book every woman should read because, I'm sure, at one point or another in our lives we've all been in at least one of these types of relationships. The fact that the author lived this just amazes me. Yes, I'm sure there may be a little fiction thrown in to round out the story, make it a bit more dramatic. But seriously, I cannot stop saying "wow" enough.
You want a read outside the box? Pick up this book. It's genuine and thought provoking. So many books these days are new twists on old ideas, this one stands entirely on its own. It's the diamond in the rough I've been searching for for what seems like forever. B.B. Easton, you, my dear, get my first 6 star rating of 2016. Congratulations! I can't wait to see what's in store from you in the future.
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