Callie is self-employed, but the economy is doing a number on her business. Her unintentional celibacy is doing a number on her head. She’s down to her last client, and she can’t think of a single slogan. Her best friend suggests celibacy and loneliness are causing writer’s block, and prescribes going out and finding some action.
Our heroine never does anything halfway and throws herself into all the action she can find. She joins in a dirty phone call. She goes skinny dipping. She has a threeway with a wonderful married couple. She’s having fun, but somehow she’s still lonely. When Callie meets the man of her dreams, she realizes she doesn’t want to give up her adventures. But nobody can have it all…right?
With a little luck, it could be love is just on the other line.
Excerpt
Something in his delicious voice made me narrow my eyes. I put the laptop and my mug down on the coffee table. "Both," I said, slowly.
"What materials do you prefer?"
I cackled. "This is a dirty phone call!"
"What? No, it's - I'm - what makes you say that?" the man spluttered.
"Oh, nothing." I stabbed towards the end call button. What happened next, I couldn't explain. An hour earlier I was tired, frustrated, and trapped in a rut I wasn't sure I could break. Now there was a tingle in places I could have sworn were rusty and dusty. Maybe I was channeling my younger self from wilder days. Or not. Who knows, there may have been something extra in that new free trade coffee blend.
Besides, a girl can't be embarrassed in front of a guy she'll never see again. I flopped down on the couch. "After I tell you satin by preference, silk if I must, what does your little survey say you should ask?"
"Er... the page says I should ask you what makes you prefer your top choice?"
"My goodness, does it really," I purred in my best pitch meeting voice. "If I told you the satin turns me on, what would you say next?"
There was a moment of silence. Then he said in the deepest possible tone, so low it made me shiver, "Well, I would ask you if you made the decision based on how the material felt..."
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