Erotica
Date Published: August 2014
Synopsis
When sex in
their marriage grows stale, Steve and Shelly try Internet porn and take sex
education classes, and then venture into the choppy waters of swinging. The
rollercoaster highs and lows of Shelly and Steve’s experiment in sex, love, and
money leads to a woman’s sexual awakening, a couple’s search for greater
intimacy, and a re-evalutation of the boundaries that couples must set to find
happiness.
BUY LINKS
Barnes and
Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/swing-set-joanna-kadish/1116799805
Excerpt
I
strolled down the street away from my car, into the quickening dusk,
my spirits ascending as the rich tones of his deep voice swelled like
the notes of a violin through the phone, my heartbeat quickening with
desire. I was wearing a sand-colored linen suit, looking very elegant
on the outside, but inside I was all quivering need. I longed to be
loved by someone new, I’m not sure why, maybe because we had
obsessed so many times over these videos and pictures on the
Internet. And also, there was so much I couldn’t talk about with
Steve, I was always too afraid I’d say something wrong, some little
thing that I didn’t mean to sound hurtful but he would take it that
way. I was living with the legacy of a Holocaust survivor, not an
easy thing for someone whose parents were not only hostile to each
other, but they were both poor listeners. They talked over each
other. The scene was getting really heavy, and I was reeling from
everyone’s trauma, past and present.
A
hint of a breeze rustled my hair, but I didn’t notice it—that’s
how far gone I was, shivering even in that warm, humid air, my teeth
chattering. To the west, the sky loomed expansive, cloudless, a deep
purple with pinks and lavenders lingering along the horizon. I was
blind to the beauty around me. I focused completely on his voice,
breathing deeply when he started speaking
again, a shudder running though my body. A sweet lemony scent from
the abundance of evening primrose filled my nostrils.
“Come
here now and have sex with me,” he said.
“My
husband’s expecting me. I told him five minutes ago I’d be
heading home around now. I’m not a good prospect. You’d be better
off looking elsewhere.” To my ears, my own voice sounded a
plaintive longing as I demurred, my days of impetuosity long gone.
But I couldn’t stop these raw feelings of physical want that kept
rising inside me, along with the need to be adored without all the
baggage and recriminations that colored my relationship with Steve.
“Oh,
baby, I need you more than he does.”
“I
feel the same way.” My desire for him was bubbling within me, in
mortal danger of spilling over and causing some mishap. “But I’m
married. I can’t sneak around, not even when we’re not getting
along, like now.”
“He’s
more important than your happiness?” He sounded animated.
“At
the moment…yes.” Couldn’t he see that I couldn’t just take
off—that my husband would kill me?
I
told him good-bye as firmly as possible and clicked off. I was
driving my car with a mile to go yet when my cell phone rang again
like a five-alarm fire. I fumbled for it, picking it up at the last
ring, idly wondered if it was Steve calling to yell at me for being
late. He was probably hungry, waiting for me to eat. I floored the
accelerator.
“I’m
nearly there,” I said without listening for Steve’s scold.
“Without
my help?” His breathless, deeply masculine voice carried through
the airwaves, invading the inner recesses of my car. “Without me…?”
“Who’s
this?” I stalled, although I instantly recognized that singular
voice. I felt a prickle of heat warming my groin.
“You
sound luscious when you’re uncertain…makes me want to kiss you.”
Erin's Review
The synopsis of the book caught my eye immediately. What I thought would be tawdry tales of a married couple and their lovers ended up being a smartly written story of every side of swinging, the good, the bad and the ugly.
The characters are real, their situations are real. That's what I loved about this story. All too often we get wrapped up in the romance of erotica and the sometimes unrealistic expectations that it may bring.
The journey that Shelly and Steve go in in their quest to be swingers isn't all hot sex and hot couples. It's at times a mess. No attraction, too much attraction, no chemistry, too much chemistry...in other words, real life.
Steve isn't every woman's dream that has Shelly swooning over his every word. He's kind of a jerk. He could honestly be any one of our husband's. Shelly could be any one of us. At no time were you thinking he talked her in to this or vice versa...boundaries were set. Rules were made.
Joanna Kadish took a taboo subject and applied it to a real life setting, complete with all the feelings that would come with wanting to dabble in this lifestyle. It brings the phrase, Be careful what you wish for, to home.
A solid 4 star read for me and a book that is definitely one of the more well written reads that I have read over the years.
Connect With the Author
Joanna
Kadish lives in Seattle with her husband, and has written for a
number of regional newspapers and magazines about finance and
business, things totally unrelated to sex. Whatever the subject
matter, she likes to research her stories thoroughly before giving
her imagination wings to fly. Swing Set is her first novel and she is
now working on her second, which she's very excited about.
Website:
www.joannakadish.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/JoannaKadish
You Tube: www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHCoiXXX8qI
BUY LINKS
When sex in
their marriage grows stale, Steve and Shelly try Internet porn and take sex
education classes, and then venture into the choppy waters of swinging. The
rollercoaster highs and lows of Shelly and Steve’s experiment in sex, love, and
money leads to a woman’s sexual awakening, a couple’s search for greater
intimacy, and a re-evalutation of the boundaries that couples must set to find
happiness.
BUY LINKS
Barnes and
Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/swing-set-joanna-kadish/1116799805
Excerpt
I
strolled down the street away from my car, into the quickening dusk,
my spirits ascending as the rich tones of his deep voice swelled like
the notes of a violin through the phone, my heartbeat quickening with
desire. I was wearing a sand-colored linen suit, looking very elegant
on the outside, but inside I was all quivering need. I longed to be
loved by someone new, I’m not sure why, maybe because we had
obsessed so many times over these videos and pictures on the
Internet. And also, there was so much I couldn’t talk about with
Steve, I was always too afraid I’d say something wrong, some little
thing that I didn’t mean to sound hurtful but he would take it that
way. I was living with the legacy of a Holocaust survivor, not an
easy thing for someone whose parents were not only hostile to each
other, but they were both poor listeners. They talked over each
other. The scene was getting really heavy, and I was reeling from
everyone’s trauma, past and present.
A
hint of a breeze rustled my hair, but I didn’t notice it—that’s
how far gone I was, shivering even in that warm, humid air, my teeth
chattering. To the west, the sky loomed expansive, cloudless, a deep
purple with pinks and lavenders lingering along the horizon. I was
blind to the beauty around me. I focused completely on his voice,
breathing deeply when he started speaking
again, a shudder running though my body. A sweet lemony scent from
the abundance of evening primrose filled my nostrils.
“Come
here now and have sex with me,” he said.
“My
husband’s expecting me. I told him five minutes ago I’d be
heading home around now. I’m not a good prospect. You’d be better
off looking elsewhere.” To my ears, my own voice sounded a
plaintive longing as I demurred, my days of impetuosity long gone.
But I couldn’t stop these raw feelings of physical want that kept
rising inside me, along with the need to be adored without all the
baggage and recriminations that colored my relationship with Steve.
“Oh,
baby, I need you more than he does.”
“I
feel the same way.” My desire for him was bubbling within me, in
mortal danger of spilling over and causing some mishap. “But I’m
married. I can’t sneak around, not even when we’re not getting
along, like now.”
“He’s
more important than your happiness?” He sounded animated.
“At
the moment…yes.” Couldn’t he see that I couldn’t just take
off—that my husband would kill me?
I
told him good-bye as firmly as possible and clicked off. I was
driving my car with a mile to go yet when my cell phone rang again
like a five-alarm fire. I fumbled for it, picking it up at the last
ring, idly wondered if it was Steve calling to yell at me for being
late. He was probably hungry, waiting for me to eat. I floored the
accelerator.
“I’m
nearly there,” I said without listening for Steve’s scold.
“Without
my help?” His breathless, deeply masculine voice carried through
the airwaves, invading the inner recesses of my car. “Without me…?”
“Who’s
this?” I stalled, although I instantly recognized that singular
voice. I felt a prickle of heat warming my groin.
“You
sound luscious when you’re uncertain…makes me want to kiss you.”
Erin's Review
The synopsis of the book caught my eye immediately. What I thought would be tawdry tales of a married couple and their lovers ended up being a smartly written story of every side of swinging, the good, the bad and the ugly.
The characters are real, their situations are real. That's what I loved about this story. All too often we get wrapped up in the romance of erotica and the sometimes unrealistic expectations that it may bring.
The journey that Shelly and Steve go in in their quest to be swingers isn't all hot sex and hot couples. It's at times a mess. No attraction, too much attraction, no chemistry, too much chemistry...in other words, real life.
Steve isn't every woman's dream that has Shelly swooning over his every word. He's kind of a jerk. He could honestly be any one of our husband's. Shelly could be any one of us. At no time were you thinking he talked her in to this or vice versa...boundaries were set. Rules were made.
Joanna Kadish took a taboo subject and applied it to a real life setting, complete with all the feelings that would come with wanting to dabble in this lifestyle. It brings the phrase, Be careful what you wish for, to home.
A solid 4 star read for me and a book that is definitely one of the more well written reads that I have read over the years.
Connect With the Author
Joanna
Kadish lives in Seattle with her husband, and has written for a
number of regional newspapers and magazines about finance and
business, things totally unrelated to sex. Whatever the subject
matter, she likes to research her stories thoroughly before giving
her imagination wings to fly. Swing Set is her first novel and she is
now working on her second, which she's very excited about.
Website:
www.joannakadish.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/JoannaKadish
You Tube: www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHCoiXXX8qI
BUY LINKS
When sex in
their marriage grows stale, Steve and Shelly try Internet porn and take sex
education classes, and then venture into the choppy waters of swinging. The
rollercoaster highs and lows of Shelly and Steve’s experiment in sex, love, and
money leads to a woman’s sexual awakening, a couple’s search for greater
intimacy, and a re-evalutation of the boundaries that couples must set to find
happiness.
BUY LINKS
Barnes and
Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/swing-set-joanna-kadish/1116799805
Excerpt
I
strolled down the street away from my car, into the quickening dusk,
my spirits ascending as the rich tones of his deep voice swelled like
the notes of a violin through the phone, my heartbeat quickening with
desire. I was wearing a sand-colored linen suit, looking very elegant
on the outside, but inside I was all quivering need. I longed to be
loved by someone new, I’m not sure why, maybe because we had
obsessed so many times over these videos and pictures on the
Internet. And also, there was so much I couldn’t talk about with
Steve, I was always too afraid I’d say something wrong, some little
thing that I didn’t mean to sound hurtful but he would take it that
way. I was living with the legacy of a Holocaust survivor, not an
easy thing for someone whose parents were not only hostile to each
other, but they were both poor listeners. They talked over each
other. The scene was getting really heavy, and I was reeling from
everyone’s trauma, past and present.
A
hint of a breeze rustled my hair, but I didn’t notice it—that’s
how far gone I was, shivering even in that warm, humid air, my teeth
chattering. To the west, the sky loomed expansive, cloudless, a deep
purple with pinks and lavenders lingering along the horizon. I was
blind to the beauty around me. I focused completely on his voice,
breathing deeply when he started speaking
again, a shudder running though my body. A sweet lemony scent from
the abundance of evening primrose filled my nostrils.
“Come
here now and have sex with me,” he said.
“My
husband’s expecting me. I told him five minutes ago I’d be
heading home around now. I’m not a good prospect. You’d be better
off looking elsewhere.” To my ears, my own voice sounded a
plaintive longing as I demurred, my days of impetuosity long gone.
But I couldn’t stop these raw feelings of physical want that kept
rising inside me, along with the need to be adored without all the
baggage and recriminations that colored my relationship with Steve.
“Oh,
baby, I need you more than he does.”
“I
feel the same way.” My desire for him was bubbling within me, in
mortal danger of spilling over and causing some mishap. “But I’m
married. I can’t sneak around, not even when we’re not getting
along, like now.”
“He’s
more important than your happiness?” He sounded animated.
“At
the moment…yes.” Couldn’t he see that I couldn’t just take
off—that my husband would kill me?
I
told him good-bye as firmly as possible and clicked off. I was
driving my car with a mile to go yet when my cell phone rang again
like a five-alarm fire. I fumbled for it, picking it up at the last
ring, idly wondered if it was Steve calling to yell at me for being
late. He was probably hungry, waiting for me to eat. I floored the
accelerator.
“I’m
nearly there,” I said without listening for Steve’s scold.
“Without
my help?” His breathless, deeply masculine voice carried through
the airwaves, invading the inner recesses of my car. “Without me…?”
“Who’s
this?” I stalled, although I instantly recognized that singular
voice. I felt a prickle of heat warming my groin.
“You
sound luscious when you’re uncertain…makes me want to kiss you.”
Erin's Review
The synopsis of the book caught my eye immediately. What I thought would be tawdry tales of a married couple and their lovers ended up being a smartly written story of every side of swinging, the good, the bad and the ugly.
The characters are real, their situations are real. That's what I loved about this story. All too often we get wrapped up in the romance of erotica and the sometimes unrealistic expectations that it may bring.
The journey that Shelly and Steve go in in their quest to be swingers isn't all hot sex and hot couples. It's at times a mess. No attraction, too much attraction, no chemistry, too much chemistry...in other words, real life.
Steve isn't every woman's dream that has Shelly swooning over his every word. He's kind of a jerk. He could honestly be any one of our husband's. Shelly could be any one of us. At no time were you thinking he talked her in to this or vice versa...boundaries were set. Rules were made.
Joanna Kadish took a taboo subject and applied it to a real life setting, complete with all the feelings that would come with wanting to dabble in this lifestyle. It brings the phrase, Be careful what you wish for, to home.
A solid 4 star read for me and a book that is definitely one of the more well written reads that I have read over the years.
Connect With the Author
Joanna
Kadish lives in Seattle with her husband, and has written for a
number of regional newspapers and magazines about finance and
business, things totally unrelated to sex. Whatever the subject
matter, she likes to research her stories thoroughly before giving
her imagination wings to fly. Swing Set is her first novel and she is
now working on her second, which she's very excited about.
Website:
www.joannakadish.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/JoannaKadish
You Tube: www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHCoiXXX8qI
BUY LINKS
No comments:
Post a Comment