Imagine never feeling loved. Not while being courted by your boyfriend or seduced by your fiancé. Not during your engagement nor your honeymoon. Not after struggling with careers and saving money. Not even after having his children. Not ever.
Devoting three decades to a husband whose oddities range from turning the furnace off during a Chicago deep- freeze to blasting the alarm has Spartan Fluey questioning if love ever existed. After witnessing the amorous lives of never-nesters and employers, Edmund and Isabella Chapman, Spartan realizes something is missing in her life.
After twenty-nine years Spartan Fluey has finally had it with her husband's snide comments and peculiarities which range from blasting the alarm before dawn to turning the furnace off during a Chicago deep-freeze. She never envisioned going to such drastic extemes as hiring an escort for one day just to show loving affection for her.
Former restaurateur Benjamin Brennart is the man she chooses. His sole job is to treat her as if they were immersed in marital bliss. What Spartan never imagined was falling in love, not only with the idea and the day, but the man as well.
She never thought it would resort to this. Spartan finds herself in the lobby of an escort service... selecting hair color. The result is one full day spent with the remarkable Benjamin Brennart, a man who shows her the meaning of true love.
After being contacted by his ex-wife Benjamin is torn between returning to his true love, the mother of his child and beginning a new venture with an amazing woman who needs his love as much as he needs to give it.
He lowered her to the bed and removed her nightgown. She slipped his flannels from his bottom. He graced her with tender kisses on her neck, between her breasts and her belly. He said nothing about her scar but had a sympathetic look as if he knew everything she had endured. From mistreatment to sadistic photographs to mental abuse, Benjamin Brennart sensed all that Spartan tolerated. He desperately wanted to erase those pains from her memory. He wondered why it took so long for her to become emancipated.
“We have a second chance at true love everlasting,” he whispered. “Let’s not waste any more time.”
He took charge with her region and when mental telepathy and vibrations told him it was time, he was all man and she was all his. After their joint climax he rolled to the side and folded Spartan in his arms. Making love with Benjajin Brennart was nothing like she had imagined. It was better!
So that’s what an orgasm was?
Communication came via e-mail. Her pending divorce, an abnormally high white blood cell count and the fact that she had been wrong for not trying harder with their marriage melted his heart. Although he loved Spartan dearly, Benjamin Brennart would always be in love with his ex-wife. Spartan wondered if a man could ever love a woman more than he had loved his wife?