My upcoming book now officially has a cover!
When Eunju had a night alone with her lover, her favorite play involved wax, and it was that play she anticipated when she arrived at Anne's home.
"How much more? I like to take everything," Thriti whispered in her ear, then grabbed her by her hips and pulled her back sharply against her. "Everything," Amanda gasped. "You can take everything. Anything you want."
Why does this happen? And why do we as a society apparently love it?
Her passion might have been forgiven if only Galit had managed to bring home a nice Jewitch boyfriend to make her mother and father happy.