Bondage in a book is one thing, but when real life steps in, Meghan gets a happy ending she wasn’t expecting.

I was reading at the deli counter again. One of my favorite things to do is relax at lunchtime with a book. For some reason, I can tune out ambient noises with someone else’s words running through my mind. But on this day, everything went haywire. Granted, I’d been a bit risqué in my choice of reading material, selecting a classic erotic book that anyone in the know would recognize: black font on a white cover, the short title leaving little to the imagination. A book considered by many to be the grand dame of erotica.

I kept the paperback down on the counter, sipped my coffee, took bites of my sandwich, and lost myself in smut written more than half a century ago. That is, until my... Read More