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I’m enjoying writing this book way too much. And I haven’t even gotten to the sex yet! Good times.

“Grace, what is your deal? First of all, why do you hate Shane so much? Second…I haven’t had sex in almost two years. Two years. If I miraculously talked a man into wanting to have sex with me, wouldn’t you be thrilled for me? I have needs, you know.”

Actually, she didn’t. Not anymore. Those needs had finally dried up and died six months ago, at the exact moment that her cheap, knock-off vibrator had buzzed itself into a slow death. She’d replaced it with an even cheaper knock-off model, but she’d never even bought batteries for that one. She’d just put it away, still in its tacky packaging, and never thought about it again.

Poor Merry. I hope Shane gives it to her good soon. Real good. I hope she feels like a little slut afterward.