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400 pages, Paperback
First published November 5, 2019
Gavin Scott, second baseman to the Nashville Legends, seems to have it all under control.
“You guys read romance novels?”
“We call them manuals.”
“Book club isn't just about books.”The guys have figured it out - women write romance books for other women.
“First rule of book club?”This one ended up being SUPER cute!
They finished in unison. “You don’t talk about book club.”
“You guys read romance novels?”
“We call them manuals.”
“Men are idiots. We complain that women are so mysterious and shit, and we never know what they want. We fuck up our relationships because we convince ourselves that it’s too hard to figure them out. But the real problem is with us. We think we’re not supposed to feel things and cry and express ourselves. We expect women to do all the emotional labor in a relationship and then act confused when they give up on us.”
Gavin had called this little proposition a competition. No, this wasn't a competition. This. Was. War.
“Do you want to fight for your marriage?”
“Yes.” Jesus, yes. More than anything. And shit, now his throat was closing again.
“What are you willing to do?”
“Anything.”
“Do you mean that?”
“W-w-what the fuck? Of course, I mean it.”
“Everyone ready?” The guys nodded, mouths full. “Good. First rule of book club?” They finished in unison. “You don’t talk about book club.”
What. The. Fuck. Gavin looked around for a hidden camera. This had to be a prank. “A book club? That’s your grand plan for saving my marriage?”
Gavin decided to catch up on some reading after putting the girls to bed, but holy shit. He had no idea a major sex scene was coming up. And not just any sex scene. This was fucking filthy. Did people actually do that shit back then?
Of course, we did, Lord Jelly Finger responded. Do you really think white, Western civilization invented cunnilingus in the twentieth century?
Whatever. All Gavin knew was that it finally happened.
He got a goddamned book boner.