This new book’s a bit different than how I normally do them, but I had a blast writing it. It was written in early lockdown, done in a small darkened room, along with three other mostly done books. I hit a rough patch in my personal life over the last 10 weeks, but I’m back now and looking to get work done!
Hannah Monroe has a theory on why some women cheat.
She cut her teeth writing saucy articles for girls’ magazines and her own racy blog but now she’s a grownup, getting her Master’s in Psychology. Despite the maturity one would expect from a young female writer who turned the male-gaze on its ear, she’s still got her lusty streak. Even though her approach is more academic, she’s got one thing on her mind: size.
Yup, that’s her theory. She crossed the country meeting with women who were willing to confess their sins to her, and each tale has size in common. In this book she offers up three separate stories of women who risked it all for one fling, one night of passion with a man who had something she’d never experienced before.
There’s Jacqueline in Montana who saved a horse by riding a cowboy; Kristy who became obsessed after seeing a young man’s accidental hose reveal; and Cindy who one time at band camp . . .
Hannah lays it all out there, blemishes and all. What these women did might have been terrible but was it worth it? . . . Hannah intends to find out, crossing the country to meet with these women and talk to them face-to-face, ready to hear their confessions . . .