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Dare to Surrender

Dare to Surrender

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by Lilli Feisty

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Art gallery curator Joy Montgomery has never liked her body's generous curves. And she's always been too shy to explore her wild side. But tonight, everything is going to change . . . Desperate to save her job, Joy approaches bad-boy artist Ash Hunter and asks him to exhibit his erotic work at her gallery. Ash agrees



Art gallery curator Joy Montgomery has never liked her body's generous curves. And she's always been too shy to explore her wild side. But tonight, everything is going to change . . . Desperate to save her job, Joy approaches bad-boy artist Ash Hunter and asks him to exhibit his erotic work at her gallery. Ash agrees on one condition: Joy must pose as his model. But business soon turns to pleasure, as Joy experiences a passion beyond her wildest imaginings and Ash finds more than just inspiration in his voluptuous new muse.

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"[M]y fingertips were singed as I read each erotic scene.... This tale is one hot read."
"[A] truly magical and sinfully irresistible erotic contemporary novel. Surrender to this wonderful novel, I dare you!"
[A] highly sensual story...outstanding.
RT Book Reviews
"Feisty's tale of bondage between a brooding artist and his sexy muse is hot enough to melt more than a few icicles."
Romantic Times BOOKreviews Magazine
"4¿ Stars! TOP PICK! Red-hot! . . . Believable characters, realistic dialogue, and well-written sex scenes make this a must read."
"A scorching hot, irresistible, sinfully satisfying read."
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"[A] truly magical and sinfully irresistible erotic contemporary novel. Surrender to this wonderful novel, I dare you!"
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"[M]y fingertips were singed as I read each erotic scene.... This tale is one hot read."
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"A scorching hot, irresistible, sinfully satisfying read."
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"4¿ Stars! TOP PICK! Red-hot! . . . Believable characters, realistic dialogue, and well-written sex scenes make this a must read."
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"[M]y fingertips were singed as I read each erotic scene.... This tale is one hot read."
CoffeeTimeRomance.com on Dare to Surrender"

[A] truly magical and sinfully irresistible erotic contemporary novel. Surrender to this wonderful novel, I dare you!" —RomanceJunkies.com on Dare to Surrender

[A] highly sensual story...outstanding.—RomanceReadersConnection.com"

Feisty's tale of bondage between a brooding artist and his sexy muse is hot enough to melt more than a few icicles."—RT Book Reviews"

4½ Stars! TOP PICK! Red-hot! . . . Believable characters, realistic dialogue, and well-written sex scenes make this a must read."—Romantic Times BOOKreviews Magazine on Bound to Please"

A scorching hot, irresistible, sinfully satisfying read."—BookPleasures.com on Bound to Please

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Dare to Surrender

By Feisty, Lilli


Copyright © 2010 Feisty, Lilli
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780446541930

Chapter One

Half of being successful was luck, right? So, as she entered the elegant surroundings of the museum fund-raiser, Joy Montgomery prayed she was about to get lucky.

Scanning the crowded, oversized room, she searched for a blond man with green eyes to die for and a long, lean body she would never forget.

There, in the corner! Her gaze landed on him and her breath caught. He was more gorgeous than she remembered. He held himself away from the crowd, which seemed to fade away when he caught her eye for just a second before a group of guests blocked her view.

A petite brunette came toward her. “Joy! I’m so glad you made it!” she said, and gave Joy a hug.

“Wow.” Joy looked around the third floor of the San Francisco Art Museum, the atrium of which had been reborn into a reception hall for the year’s biggest fund-raiser. The walls were adorned with the museum’s best pieces from their collection, and the high ceiling opened to the night sky. The large space echoed with conversation, making it difficult to hear.

“So, I see he came.” Joy eyed the tall, lanky photographer, trying to ignore the way her heartbeat seemed to speed up whenever she looked at him.

Ruby Scott, event planner and the neighbor Joy had come to know and love, looked in Ash’s direction and frowned. “Yeah, I have to say I’m shocked. He quit his photography, despite the fact that this museum wanted to do a show for him.” She shrugged her petite shoulders. “He just seems lost somehow.” She brought her attention back to Joy. “And it’s such a shame he’s not taking photographs now. He was really on the brink of something amazing.”

Joy blinked. “Pardon me? What do you mean he’s not taking pictures anymore? I don’t understand.”

“Who really knows? Artists can be so unpredictable.”

Shit shit shit! Joy had banked on Ash’s being here, and he was. But if he wasn’t taking photographs anymore, how was she supposed to lure him to the gallery she worked for? Her boss had told her to find an up-and-coming artist, someone edgy. There was nothing edgier than Ash Hunter’s sexy photographs.

“If he’s not taking photographs, what’s he doing?”

“Not teaching anymore, I know that. He used to be in the Navy. I’m wondering if he’s considering returning to security.”

“He doesn’t look like security.” Joy took in his faded jeans, T-shirt, leather jacket, and black boots. His dirty blond hair was too long, and he looked like he hadn’t shaved in a day or two. He looked like… an artist.

Ruby shook her head in his direction. “I know. But I think it’s in his blood. He’s not happy unless he’s on the go, and he’s been in town ever since…”

Joy turned back to Ruby. “Since what?”

Smiling, Ruby shook her head. “Never mind. Anyway, apparently he was quite the hero in his day. Not that he’d ever admit it.”

Ash could stop speeding trains and scale tall buildings—it still wouldn’t help Joy keep her job.

Conveniently, a waiter happened to be passing by with a tray of champagne glasses. Joy plucked off two flutes and downed one, then looked up to find Ruby staring at her, her face tilted, her blue eyes questioning.

“Everything okay, honey?” Ruby asked.

“No,” Joy said, waving her now-empty flute in Ash’s direction. “My boss wants him—his art, I mean—as an exclusive for the Cartwright Gallery. If I don’t come back with some sort of agreement, I’ll probably be fired.”

“They can’t fire you for that!” Ruby said. Though her slight frame appeared relaxed, Joy saw that the woman’s gaze never rested anywhere for long. She was constantly taking in the environment, watching for any possible detail that might be less than perfect.

But everything was flawless. From the display of a light show on the far wall to the smoked salmon canapés being passed by a waitstaff that seemed to be made up of supermodels, every last detail had been immaculately attended to.

Ruby Scott was the epitome of detail-oriented. Joy Montgomery was, in a word, not.

“Listen, sweetie. I have to get to work, but we’ll talk about this later—I promise we’ll think of something! Right now, don’t worry about it. Just enjoy yourself.” Ruby took Joy’s empty glass and flitted off to consult with the caterer.

Joy watched her go, her slim body fitted into an impeccably tailored dress. She wondered how one became detail-oriented, a perfectionist. Joy was a lot of things, but none of those traits were on the list. She could have finished off another degree with the cumulative time she’d spent looking for her keys, she never remembered any of her three brothers’ birthdays, and she was always late to work.

And she never seemed to be able to put together an outfit with the flair that some women, like Ruby, naturally seemed to possess.

Like tonight. The flowery dress had seemed an appropriate choice when Joy had pulled it out of her closet earlier that evening, but now, in a sea of black fashion, she shifted awkwardly on her flats, feeling very out of place in the bright fabric. Also, unlike most of the other women at the event holding tiny clutches, Joy had her ever-present oversized bag slung over her shoulder. But she had a panic attack if she went anywhere without it. The bad thing was, she tended to collect random miscellanea along the way. Every few weeks, she dumped the contents of the bag onto her bed and was always surprised at how much crap she’d managed to shove in there.

Sighing, she turned her gaze to the paintings on the wall. The gala was a reception for a big museum fund-raiser, but no one except Joy seemed to be appreciating the wonderful collection displayed around them. Like that piece on the far wall. Her gaze fell on a vivid abstract and she found herself moving forward, drawn to it. The dazzling colors calmed her; the flowing composition soothed her. Stopping a few feet from the piece, she uncurled hands she hadn’t even realized had been clenched and stared.

“You like this?”

Joy snapped herself into the present. She’d been so lost in the art that the room had faded, and she hadn’t noticed Ash approaching. Now he stood next to her, but he wasn’t looking at the painting. He was looking at her, his eyes intense, unblinking, and the most beautiful shade of green she’d ever seen—tinted emerald as if laid directly from an artist’s palette—

Shit. Every time she started describing a man in art terms, she knew she was in trouble. What had she said about Cartwright? Oh, that the shadows of the sharp features of his face were like a study in chiaroscuro.

Big mistake.

She pulled her bag tighter and nodded. “Yes. It’s, um, very moving.” Really intelligent, Miss Art History Major. And it was then that she remembered Ash was an artist himself and was probably thinking she was incredibly dull.

Then she remembered the type of artist he was. She pictured one of the bondage photographs she’d seen at Ruby’s place, and a tiny erotic awareness tingled over her. Because Ash Hunter didn’t do landscapes or still lifes or abstract art. Ash Hunter tied women up in ropes and photographed them.

Ash Hunter was considered to be a master of bondage. A tall, sexy, kinky man who actually made erotic art artistic.

At least, he used to be that man. Now it seemed he was just tall and sexy, and she had no idea about the kinky.

She experienced an urge to find out.

“Joy, right?” he said, and she discovered his voice was still scratchy and deep, just as she’d remembered from the one time she’d met him outside her building. She’d been late for work and had burst outside, slamming the door right into Ash’s shoulder.

“Yes, that’s right; I’m Joy. Montgomery.” She brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “And you’re Ash. Ash Hunter. Oh! How’s your shoulder?” Her face heated as she remembered their last meeting.

Ash frowned slightly. “Yeah, it took awhile, but I recovered from the incident. Had to have minor surgery, but it’s all good now. Just a few twinges every now and then.” He rubbed his right shoulder as if massaging a sore muscle.

She jerked back. “What? Oh my God! I’m so sorry; you should have told me! My insurance could have covered it. Though I don’t have any insurance, well, just a basic plan that probably wouldn’t have helped. Either way, I am so sorry.”

But he was smiling now, the little lines near his eyes crinkling, and she had the unfounded thought that they didn’t crinkle often.

“Joy. I’m messing with you.”

Relief flooded her and she bit back a smile. “You asshole.”

He quirked a brow.

Crap. First she couldn’t shut up, and now she’d just called him a bad name.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean that,” she said. “About you being an asshole.”

“Yes, you did.” But his green eyes were softer than before. Like the artist had added a touch of yellow…

She tossed the thought aside. “Fine, but you have to admit it wasn’t nice of you to keep me going like that.”

“You’re right. It was very, very wrong.”

“Now you’re just humoring me,” she said.


Silence stretched between them, until she finally had to say something before she exploded. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something. Professionally. Do you have a minute?”

He looked at her a second too long and then nodded. “Yeah. But it’s so loud in here I can barely think. Come with me.”

Leaving no room for argument, he turned and walked to a metal door. Punching a code into a box, he turned the handle and opened the door, pausing to hold it with one of his long, lean arms so she could head through first. As she passed him, she barely brushed his shoulder and the heat from his body jolted through her like electricity.

Great. She was hot for the bondage-artist-turned-securityspecialist whom she was supposed to be wooing to the Cartwright Gallery so she could keep her job.

Crap. That was abso-fucking-lutely the last thing she needed.

As she passed beneath him, Ash caught a whiff of vanilla and his balls tightened. And as he watched the redhead take a few steps in front of him, her flowery dress swirling around her knees, he nearly went hard. Joy Montgomery. She wasn’t his type, and yet something about her made his blood run hot. It had that day he’d met her in front of Ruby’s building, and it still did.

Stopping, she turned and looked at him, not noticing the lock of wild red hair that fell out of the bun she had piled high on her head. He decided not to tell her; for some reason he found her dishevelment endearing, which confused him. Everything in its place, that was his credo. And everything about Joy seemed slightly out of place.

He shouldn’t like that, especially not now.

“Why do you have the security code?” she asked.

“Because I have some art here, and I’m too paranoid to let anyone touch it except me.” He moved past her and led the way down the hall to the last door on the right. Then he pushed inside and flipped on the light.

Clearing his throat, he crossed his arms across his chest. “So, Joy. What did you want to talk to me about?”

But she didn’t seem to hear him. Silently, she stared at a marble sculpture as if it were Jesus.

She took a step closer to the three-foot piece. “My God,” she whispered, releasing her huge gray bag and letting it fall to the floor with a thud. “This is… beautiful.”

He got compliments on his art all the time, so why did his face heat from her words? “You think so?”

“I think it’s amazing.” She moved her hand as if to touch it but floated her palm a few inches from the piece. “It’s so…”

“Indecent?” He laughed wryly.


“I guess that’s one way of putting it.” It was a sculpture of a man and a woman, their elongated limbs entwined, wrapped around each other. Rope bound them, wrapping and dipping between the forms, appearing and disappearing in the crevices of the sculpted marble.

“So you’re going to show these here?”

He kicked the tip of his boot against the desk. “Um, no.”

Her eyes widened. “What? Why?”

Why did she seem so concerned? He shrugged. “Because I’m taking a break from all this. Besides, they’re not very good. I’m just an amateur.”

“No. These are modern and yet… there’s something classic about them. The woman is bound, yet still iconic somehow. Power, beauty. Reminds me of ancient Roman work.” She bit her lip as she grinned, impish. “They were naughty, too.”

He just shook his head. She had no idea what she was talking about.

“I know what I’m talking about. Stanford art school and all that.” She began digging through her giant purse and finally pulled out a card. Handing it to him, she said, “I work for the Cartwright Gallery. I would love to show these.”

“So that’s what this is about? You’re trying to get me to show at your gallery?”

“Yes. We’d be delighted to represent you. Both your photography and your sculpture.”

He stepped back. “No way. I’m done.” He had way too much going on, too many people depending on him to waste time taking pictures and tinkering with marble.

“I’m having a really hard time believing that.” She turned her head slowly, releasing his gaze at the last minute, to stare at the marble piece again. “I can’t tell if they’re making love, or bound against their will… or both.” Her voice was soft and pensive, as if she was thinking aloud and had forgotten he was even there. She walked around the sculpture, her eyes taking in the naked forms, and he saw her breathing go a bit shallow, saw her eyes darken. She bit her fingernail, and he saw her hand was trembling slightly.

“Oh, Lord,” he said, walking to her, and she inhaled sharply when he closed in. He could smell her arousal. “You’re getting turned on by a sculpture.”

“I am?”

“Are you?”

“Maybe,” she said softly, her gaze darting over his face. “I like art.”

Just like that, a vision hit him, of Joy, bound. Restrained. His. Desire flooded him and he could not resist drawing closer, felt his body tighten with awakening. “Tell me what else you like.” It seemed insane to be talking to her this way, but he couldn’t stop, and he took one of her wrists in his hand and encircled her. Despite her full breasts and hips, she had a small frame, and he took a moment to feel the elegant bones beneath her soft skin. “You have such delicate hands, Joy.”

She scoffed and shifted uncomfortably. “That’s ridiculous!”

“Do you like to be tied up?”

“That’s a preposterous question!”

“Do you?”

She inhaled, looked to the side, and he thought she might not answer. But then she turned back, lifted her chin, and met his gaze. “I… I don’t know. I’ve never done it.”

He tightened his grasp around her wrist and was satisfied when she gasped; it was a gasp of pleasure. “Never tried it?”


Her wrist in his hand, he backed up, backed her against the desk. “That’s a shame.”

“I’ll be sure to rectify the situation as soon as I meet another man who’s into bondage.”

Her words sent an unfamiliar twinge through his gut; he wasn’t used to feeling jealous. He never cared enough to be jealous. But the thought of another man binding her made something inside him constrict. Better to put that thought right out of Joy’s head.

Releasing her wrist, he lowered his mouth and placed a soft kiss at the base of her neck. “No other man, Joy. Me. Let me.” Lust thundered through him, and he knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“This is crazy….”

“I know.”

“I want your art,” she said, but her eyes were dark with desire for more than just his art.

Stubborn little thing. He kissed her on the other side of her neck, and she braced herself on the desk, dropped her head back to allow him better access.

“Meet me tomorrow night, Joy. Come to my place and we’ll talk.”

And I’ll tie you.

“No,” she whispered.

He froze. “Is there someone else?”

He hadn’t survived being a SEAL with shoddy observation skills, and he picked up on the way the muscles in her neck tensed at his question. But she hadn’t answered yes, so he let it go. For some reason, the thought of her having some other guy sniffing around only made him more aggressive. Possessive.

He slid his hand into the curve of her waist, felt her warmth through the loose fabric of her dress. Her body felt tight when he’d expected soft. With his fingers, he grazed the dip of her waist, palmed her rib cage and gently cupped her breast. A visible shudder ripped through her, and when he lightly touched her nipple through the fabric of her dress and bra, she moaned.

“Tomorrow night?” he asked again, this time against her lips.

“I see so much of you in that piece.”

She was gazing over his shoulder, presumably at the art. “It’s sensual and restrained, demanding yet flowing. It’s sex and yet more than just erotic.” She looked at him. “It’s obviously your work.”

He just stared at her.

“Why are you stopping this? Creating art?”

He pushed away. “It wasn’t meant to be a career. I needed a break, a distraction.”

“From what?”

“Listen, I really don’t want to talk about that right now.” He scribbled his address on a piece of paper. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Is this your only sculpture?”

She must have seen his gaze dart to the wall cabinet, because she jumped up and yanked the doors open; damn, she was more observant than he’d given her credit for. Inside were a few dozen pieces, ranging from six inches to a foot high. Her gasp was audible. “Oh, holy fuck!”

“You have a mouth on you, don’t you, sweetheart?”

She glanced over her shoulder. “Sorry. It’s just that these are amazing. You have to show them!” Straightening, she turned to face him. “Seriously. Let me—I mean the gallery—represent your sculpture.”


Just then his cell vibrated, and he saw a text from Ruby telling him to get his ass out there to meet one of the owners of the museum. Somehow she’d pried out a promise from him to schmooze with the bigwigs tonight. “Damn. I gotta go. Just turn off the lights and shut the door behind you.”

Lifting her chin, she stared at him. “I’m not done with you.”

He met her stare. “I’m not done with you, either. See you tomorrow night. Eight o’clock—my place.” Giving her no time to protest, he walked out the door and let it shut behind him with a firm click.


Excerpted from Dare to Surrender by Feisty, Lilli Copyright © 2010 by Feisty, Lilli. Excerpted by permission.
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Meet the Author

Lilli was born in the San Francisco Bay Area. She spent the majority of her twenties working just enough to pay for extended trips to Europe. Some of her fascinating employment titles included makeup artist, secretary, and perpetual student. She owned an art gallery for several years, holds a degree in Creative Arts and was just a thesis short of her MA when she decided to drop out of school to write romance.

Other than writing, some of her obsessions include tattoos, reality television, and beaches. Visit her on her website, lillianfeisty.com, where she loves to ramble about the strangest things.

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Dare to Surrender 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 25 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this author. Please write more books. This was a great story. Please read, you will enjoy it. (250 pgs)
Loriya More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the all 3 books! Every story was captivating and hot!! Lilli Feisty need to write more books!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is feisty as the authors name. It has good banter between the couple. The sex and bondage side isn't to bad either. My first time reading this author will not be the last. There were a few slow parts with the main and her best friend. But the good parts out weigh those.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Such a scorchingly hot book loved that the heroine wasnt cookie cutter- sex scenes are awesome. Read and you will definitely enjoy!!!! :)
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WendyAK More than 1 year ago
DARE TO SURRENDER by Lilli Feisty is a Contemporary Romance. It has very explicit sex scenes with bondage and domination from the first chapter to the last. This book was not to my taste, but if you enjoy erotica sex with the bondage thing than this book is for you. The story line is interesting once you get though all the sex. I would have rather had more of the story than the sex. The male character is the dominate one, he is very controlled and an artist in erotic art sculpture and photography. The female character is flighty, gets into trouble by not thinking first, just reacting. The secondary characters are interesting and have their own story going. If you enjoy erotica, bondage, domination you will enjoy this one for it is full of these things. Reviewed by AAR Rating: 3.5 *This book was received for the purpose of a review.* review posted at www.mybookaddictionandmore.wordpress.com
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Marynj44 More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed it and it was quite interesting and different.
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navb1979 More than 1 year ago
Very, very sexy! Better then her first book! I will definitely be passing this along to my girlfriends to read.
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reesspace More than 1 year ago
When this book tour came up via, Hachette Book Group, I seriously wanted in. After Bound To Please I NEEDED to read this book. Joy and Ash are hot! The book is as sexy as I have come to expect with Lilli. The sex scenes are hot, the dialogue titillating and the storyline moves nicely. Yes, this is a book about bondage but with trust, beauty and love. The message: with the right lover, there is nothing we might not try. Joy and Ash both needed something from the other. Joy needed to feel beautiful and Ash did that for her. Ash needed someone to trust and found that in Joy. Dare to Surrender is a must read for lovers of the erotica romance. Not for readers under 20!!!
harstan More than 1 year ago
Dare to Surrender Lilli Feisty Forever, Feb 1 2010, $6.99 ISBN: 9780446541930 Joy Montgomery is desperate as her position at the Cartwright Gallery in San Francisco is in trouble. Her only hope to save her job is to find and persuade erotica artist Ash Hunter to host an exclusive exhibit at the gallery. She locates him at the San Francisco Art Museum where he prowls like a predator seeking prey. Joy asks him, but he refuses. Shocking herself, she steals an explicit sculpture from him. Feeling guilty she tries to inform him what she did, but instead he ignores her efforts to tell the truth to him. Instead he makes her his submissive muse. She loves his spanking and more. He agrees to allow her to display his work until he learns of her theft. Knowing he feels betrayed, she must convince him love is the bond that ties them together. This is an entertaining erotic BDSM romance. He is a brooding dominant while she is a desperate submissive as they fall in love on smack to they butt at a time. Although the story line is somewhat emaciated (except for his third leg) with the conflict caused by her out of character theft, fans will enjoy the muse and the artist daring to surrender to love. Harriet Klausner
The_Reading_Reviewer More than 1 year ago
Joy Montgomery loves her job as an art gallery curator but she needs to take it up a notch and get a really hot artist to display their work. When Joy meets Ash Hunter she learns what "hot artist" really means. Ash is talented, innovative and a true visionary in with his photographs as well as statues with all this mixed in a package of pure desire. Ash is drawn to Joy and without a second to ask himself why he finds himself consumed with lust for Joy and an overwhelming desire to photograph her. But Ash is a photographer with a unique sense of style that Joy is not completely comfortable with. She has spent too many years listening to negative remarks from her grandmother about her curves and sense of style. Ash doesn't want to listen to any of it and once he takes over Joy's existence there is no separating them. But Joy has a terrible secret that she is keeping from Ash and when he finds out the fireworks go off but not in a way Joy is happy with. But there are a few skeletons in Ash's closet that he is afraid to reveal to Joy for fear she will take off running. The fun is in the chase and the game they are playing is all about rewarding the winner. This book follows Ms. Feisty's prior books with the theme of seduction, passion and love adding a touch of intense sexual behavior. While not for everyone this story as with all her books has a foundation in the relationship and in showing that everyone has a wild side that with the right person, behind the proper closed door we are free to explore. Mary Gramlich ~ ("The Reading Reviewer") ~ www.marygramlich.com