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WHAT THE REVIEWERS ARE SAYING

4-1/2 HEARTS!!! Another winner for this outstanding author. Short and sassy and loads of fun. This is one I definitely recommend. ~Nan Strebeck, The Romance Studio

Road To Romance Recommended Read!!! Caitlyn Willows pens a sexy and fun romp that the reader sits up and takes notice of. It is a unique, sensually erotic and fun tale that is a definite keeper. Even after twenty years, marriages can still be blazing hot! Tracey, Road To Romance

FOUR ANGELS!!! Caitlyn Willows takes the reader on one wild ride. Anyone who is married and has children can relate, wholeheartedly, to the antics that Dinah and her friends go through to gain the upper hand and get some sexual satisfaction in the process. This reader laughed aloud with the tactics that each woman uses to get their husbands to notice them. If you are looking for a story full of witty dialogue and hot, sexy scenes, then this book comes highly recommended. Make sure you have a glass of water handy to cool you down when you read this erotic tale. ~Robyn, Fallen Angels Reviews

FOUR STARS!!! Showtime is very aptly named. Dinah and her friends are not nubile young women, but they still want to appear attractive to their men. The big question is do the men still appreciate their wives? The situation is definitely one most readers will recognize--that of sex and romance taking a back seat to kids, jobs, housework etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. The women put the men in their place and try to get one over on them, but the men are equal to the challenge. This is an engaging quick read and will have you alternately nodding in agreement and squirming with desire. ~Michelle Naumann, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

I love how this woman thinks! Who ever said revenge is sweet was 100% correct. Caitlyn Willows captures the true feelings of every sex deprived, family oriented, wife who desperately wants her husband to appreciate her as he once did as newlyweds and masterfully makes the characters live out what I believe most other women wouldn't dream of doing!! ~Karrie Cameron, In The Library Reviews

EXCERPT

Get your freak on. Get your freak on.

The male stripper ground his hips in beat to the music. Women howled. Elderly aunts and grandmothers fanned themselves while they traded bawdy suggestions and laughter. The younger set blushed and giggled.

Then there was Dinah Moore's age-set--married with children. The bored, the frustrated, the perpetually horny...when they weren't exhausted from wrangling house, children, husband, and a second job.

These women were more aggressive. None were afraid to reach out and cop a feel of the dancer's perfectly sculpted backside. Rock hard, smooth, and nimble. Dinah bet he could pick up a dime with his butt cheeks. He was hot and he damn well knew it.

An echoing whoop followed by a chorus of cheers came from the adjacent room. Obviously the female equivalent had arrived at the bachelor party next door. Hopefully, she'd get the husbands all hot and bothered. Yep, Rod should be hard as a rock by the time they got back to their hotel room. Primed and ready. Just the way Dinah liked him.

The decibel level in both rooms rose in unison. Dinah shook her head. Judging from the way liquor flowed, the only person likely to get anything of substance tonight was the male stripper.

Down to his G-string, he pivoted his hips, imitating sex while he rubbed his groin and smiled. An erection grew--one any man would be proud to display. His partners zeroed in on the bride. In one swoop, they grabbed her, chair and all, and placed her before him.

Despite her laughter, a red flush crawled up her neck to her face in stark contrast to her long dark hair. The dancer fell to his hands and knees and crawled to her, like a powerful lion stalking its prey. Marci laughed as she waved him away. When he persisted, she darted for safety. One of his cohorts scooped her effortlessly into his arms then put her back in place. Her brown eyes rounded with trepidation.

He leaned down, whispering something. Marci visibly relaxed. He caught her arms, pulling them up to his carved chest, then nailed them in place against the mesas of his pecs. Marci sagged in the chair, opening her thighs to the approaching dancer.

"Come get me, big boy." The words were lost in the roar of the ladies.