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A celibate husband and wife are the two most dangerous people on earth . . .

Neil and Anya Meadows are stuck in a sexless marriage. Anya suffers from a hormonal disorder that leaves her with no sex drive at all, while Neil has a voracious sexual appetite. After one unfulfilling encounter too many, they make a deal: Neil will be allowed to have a mistress, but only for oral sex and only twice a month. And he’s forbidden to fall in love with her....

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Overview

A celibate husband and wife are the two most dangerous people on earth . . .

Neil and Anya Meadows are stuck in a sexless marriage. Anya suffers from a hormonal disorder that leaves her with no sex drive at all, while Neil has a voracious sexual appetite. After one unfulfilling encounter too many, they make a deal: Neil will be allowed to have a mistress, but only for oral sex and only twice a month. And he’s forbidden to fall in love with her.

Things don’t exactly work out as planned. Neil and his mistress Danielle have a child together, and all of them—Anya, Neil, Danielle, the new baby, and Neil and Anya’s daughter—decide to live together as Houston’s most complicated blended family. The tension builds as each is forced to make difficult choices, as well as to come to terms with the past—and the future.

Fast-paced, provocative, and sexy, My Husband’s Girlfriend explores issues of morality, emotional ties, family, love, and monogamy, and is an eye-opening novel about the complexity of modern love.

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My Husband’s Girlfriend is a heartfelt special delivery of faith and doing the right thing. Rax has penned a moving, poignant example of the true measure of a woman.”
—Marissa Monteilh, author of Make Me Hot

“Cydney Rax has opened Pandora’s box. . . . My Husband’s Girlfriend is an explosive story about the sanctity of marriage, infidelity, and the other woman; it will provoke lively discussions.”
—Ann Brown of rawsistaz.com

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781400082193
  • Publisher: Crown Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 11/7/2006
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 1,464,224
  • Product dimensions: 5.21 (w) x 7.95 (h) x 0.63 (d)

Meet the Author

CYDNEY RAX is the creator and manager of Book-Remarks.com, a website that promotes books by and about African Americans. The author of My Daughter’s Boyfriend, she lives in Houston.
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My Husband's Girlfriend


By Cydney Rax

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2006 Cydney Rax
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7582-8024-4


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CHAPTER 1

Anya


A celibate husband and wife are the two most dangerous people on earth.

That's what my husband, Neil, told me—one year ago—when our nightmare began. I guess at the time I didn't believe him. But right now, sitting by the phone waiting for Neil to call me from the hospital and tell me the gender of the baby he's having with her, well, I believe him.

Lack of affection and regular sex within a marriage is like having a ticking bomb strapped to your body—you only have so much time before something explosive shatters your whole world.

How did we get to this point? Approximately two years ago, I'd be at home slumped on the couch. Lost in a zone. Neil would swagger into the den looking like a taller, thinner, less insane version of Mike Tyson. Beautiful chestnut complexion, intense eyes, and fine in his own kind of way. Neil would stand next to me starting stuff, swaying his hips back and forth, singing low. And then he'd sit down, getting close enough to press his lips against my neck. I'd beg off, claiming, "Soul Food is on right now." I'd wave at Neil, inviting him to chill out and watch the show with me, but he'd yank his lips from my neck and storm away. And, feeling guilty, I'd look at the show a few more minutes, then follow him up to our bedroom. We'd start out giving each other a dry kiss on the cheek, something you'd offer a casual friend. Then Neil would rub me between my legs, trying to generate a fire that would need a whole lot more to ignite than those little matches he was using via his idea of foreplay. Next he'd order me to lie on my side. His goal was to take it from the rear.

"I saw two people doing it in this flick," he remarked the first time we tried it. "We can handle this."

Talk about awkward; this position didn't even sound like something an animal could manage, let alone humans. Protesting was useless. So I lay on my side, body stiffening up as if I just heard a strange noise, too terrified to move.

Neil pushed into me so rough it felt like someone tried to shove something hot, hard, long, and round inside my one good nostril. I could barely breathe. I yelled, "Ouch, ouch, ugh." But to Neil it was like I screamed "Hallelujah," because he kept jamming his huge, happy thing inside my tense butt. I'd reach behind my back and grip him. I bucked. Cursed. Pressed my half-inch nails into his sweaty thighs. Dumb jerk thought I was having a helluva time, not realizing how much I ached to escape back downstairs to try to catch the end of my show. But I said nothing. I let Neil do his business. And on a few occasions after that night, I'd continue to do my duty. Letting Neil have an ample supply of sympathy sex. Until the last time we did it; until the day we officially became celibate.

Neil and I were spread out on a huge colorful rug on the floor next to the bed. I was lying on my back. My legs were like a clothes hanger curled around his neck. He was jumping around and slapping my behind, having a jolly good time—until he noticed that I had seized the nearby cable guide, perusing it for a worthwhile pay-per-view movie. He scrunched up his face. "Screw it; screw this mess." He physically slipped out of me. Left me alone on the floor. I wondered if I'd eventually slip out of his heart and his mind, too. I became terrified. That's when I knew something had to give, that our marriage was in the balance. Things might never be good again if I didn't figure out what to do.

Intimacy. Closeness. Feeling each other. Little by little, all those necessary acts disappeared from our relationship. Yet I loved Neil. Couldn't imagine being without him. When Neil wasn't in the room with me, I wondered where he was. When I thought of his spellbinding fragrance, his infectious smile, and how proficient he was at taking care of his family, that and more kept me drawn to him in spite of everything.

Fast-forward to now. These days I have to keep myself from stressing about the new addition to the family. If it weren't for Sharvette, my sister-in-law, I don't know what I'd do. She's Neil's half-sister, and ever since their sixty-year-old mother pointed at their front door and told the girl to "get the hell out," she's been living with us here in Houston. It isn't too bad. Sharvette is great company; plus, she has my back, which is imperative because that's the only way I would allow her to live with us.

She's sitting here with me right now. We're in the downstairs den. This room has lots of tall windows, and normally that means sunshine fills it from one wall to the other. But today is cloudy, so the room is dark. But given the circumstances, the darkness kinda complements the mood.

I'm rocking back and forth in my seat. My right hand is clutching the portable phone like it might run away. Sharvette is patting my left hand. She's stroking my skin, rubbing me gently, and acting like I'm the one about to give birth instead of Neil's other woman.

I can't stand the thought of her. Neil's mistress. I guess because, like a dummy, I've created her. Because of me, she is. If I hadn't encouraged my husband to find a sex partner, he wouldn't have done it. I know he wouldn't. He's a good man, and he loves me. In spite of this other baby that's about to enter the world, I know Neil Braxton Meadows loves me.

Right now Sharvette is grasping my hand and shaking her head, stopping and shaking it again. I can't stand to look at Vette, which is her nickname. Sometimes her body language speaks as loud as her voice. So I stare at my lap, looking inwardly at my life. I don't like what I see.

"Well, I don't care what gender this little bastard turns out to be, Reesy is gonna always be my favorite niece. And that's all I have to say."

I smile. Sharvette is astounding. She's family. My higher ground. A reliable anchor.

"Because the Negro shouldn't have been messing around on you in the first place. I don't care if y'all drew up that little sex contract. I don't care that both of y'all signed it. He should've known better to even consider that dumb shit. 'Cause if my brother really loved you, he—"

She hushed like her conscience kicked in. But I hadn't done anything to give her a reason to shut up. I know a man can love his wife and still do foolish things. Like making passes at other women while he's standing two feet away from his wife. Or visiting a woman who lives in the same apartment complex as him and the missus. Or telling his lover he isn't happy at home, but at the same time telling home he's not happy having a lover. That's what some men do. I know this. And outrageous as it sounds, that's why I pressured Neil into trying something I thought might work.

The deal is this: In addition to balking whenever Neil wanted to experiment with these painful new positions, I was struggling with a couple other issues that further complicated our sex life. For one, I was prescribed with having FSAD, an acronym for female sexual arousal disorder, which basically means I have a low sex drive, about as low as a dead person's. If you're lucky, you might be able to generate some sexual desire, but the drawback is you rarely get satisfied because your body won't lubricate. Orgasms are as rare as a San Antonio blizzard. And you can also suffer from deep dyspareunia, which means sex is too painful to enjoy.

I've found out I'm not alone. FSAD is a condition that affects 47 million American women for a variety of reasons. And to date there is no approved drug to treat this disorder. So even if my delicious-smelling hubby fondles me and gives me the eye, my interest in getting it on fades many nights. Sometimes my lack of desire rattles me, but the truth is I don't terribly miss having orgasms. If I have them, fine; if I don't, it really doesn't matter. Of course, this isn't fair to Neil, but my hormones don't seem to care.

To make things worse, I've gained a good twenty-five pounds in the past five years. I'm thirty-seven years old and my transformed body seldom lets me forget. But yes, I've signed up for state-of-the-art fitness-center memberships. I've bought the useless Paula Abdul workout tapes—useless because two weeks after being gung-ho about exercising and getting my fried-chicken-loving self back in shape, the only sit-ups I do are when I sit up in bed so I can grab a decadent chocolate-chip cookie that's calling to me from a nearby table. And although I don't consider myself the most unattractive woman in the world, I really feel uncomfortable when Neil takes long looks at me. I'm afraid he'll see my imperfections, like I'm not everything he expects me to be.

So about a year ago, I walked into our home library unannounced. Neil looked up, eyes enlarged, and yelled, "Anya, not now, not now." He was sitting on the edge of the sofa, naked from the waist down, his dick clutched in his hand, with an unbridled look in his eyes. He grabbed his slacks and clumsily spread them across his lap. I backed up until I was no longer in that room witnessing what I'd driven my husband to do. I felt bad but not bad enough to let him make love to me whenever he was in the mood, which was often.

When I realized our sexless streak had stretched to two years, I thought about what I could do to help the situation. And one day I took a deep breath and blurted, "Neil, why don't you find a partner? Find a woman you can have sex with up to two times a month, no strings attached, but if you agree to do this, you've got to promise me something."

"What's that?" Neil asked, stunned.

"Promise me you won't fall in love. That you're in it only for the sex."

"Are you crazy?"

"No, baby, not crazy. I love you," I told him sincerely. I loved him enough to trust him to do something that didn't seem like a big deal at the time. Sure, encouraging your hubby to have sex with another woman is something many wives wouldn't do. But I thought if I controlled that situation, as opposed to letting him take charge of an affair, maybe the outcome wouldn't be as disastrous. Plus, I knew that even if Neil didn't totally understand me, I was certain that he loved me. He was a great, reliable husband, thoughtful, and a superb father. And since mostly everything else in our marriage was decent, why break up just because of sex? So I asked Neil to give this arrangement a try. I reasoned that as long as he didn't grow attached to the woman, and we stuck to our promises, the arrangement could succeed.


The Marital Arrangement of Neil Braxton Meadows and His Wife, Anya

1. Neil should seek and find a single, unattached female sex partner.

2. They should only have oral sex, no penetration; giving and receiving are permissible.

3. No falling in love with her. If she falls in love with Neil, he should end the relationship quickly and respectfully.

4. Anya will never accuse Neil of committing adultery because this entire plan was her idea.


I made up numbers one, two, and three. And I made up the first part of number four, but Neil insisted I mention in italics that the idea was mine. I thought it was unnecessary to add that part, but I didn't argue. I gave in so he could feel better. So we could move on.

Neil and I stuck the unsigned arrangement in a drawer for one week so we could both think about it. And we debated the issue until we agreed that oral sex isn't true sex. Whether middle schoolers, college guys, or senior citizens, plenty of men get blow jobs. The act means nothing to them. Besides, are there any stats on how many men fall in love with blow-job-giving women? I thought Neil could share his body without handing over his heart. So we retrieved the document and signed (I signed first) and I locked it inside a file cabinet located downstairs. My biggest concern at the time was making sure Neil believed I was serious. I was, and I still am.

"Damn, what's taking my brother so long?" Sharvette lets go of my hand. I now feel abandoned but understand her anxiety. She stands up, walks across the length of our den, and comes right back and sits at my feet. Vette has recently added blond highlights to her brown hair. Her hair is teased and wild-looking, the long strands touching her shoulders and making her look older than twenty.

"These things take time, sweetie," I assure her. "The lady's only been at the hospital six hours. He'll call." My voice sounds light and airy, me trying to be positive and mature. Who the heck am I kidding? If it weren't for the fact that in Texas, murder means a trip to death row, I'd have already handled that fool. But I need to stay in control. I cannot kill my husband or his mistress just because he broke our contract. Even if he couldn't keep his word, at least one of us should.

"I don't see how you can take it, Anya," Vette whispers. She looks at me long enough to force me to stare into her light green eyes. Her skin is glowing, bronze-toned, and blemish-free. I hope this young woman can look at my marriage and learn from it. Learn what not to do. Learn that marriage ain't nothing nice; that even if things are shaky within the marriage, a legally bound relationship isn't easy to terminate. Not as easy as some folks (the naive ones) think.

"If I ever get married, which I don't plan to, first I want to live with the Negro for at least five years, just to see where his mind is. Just to see if he's faking it with me or not."

I laugh and cross my legs at the ankles. I have on a cute white blouse, a long blue-jean skirt, and some strappy sandals that I haven't worn in years. I just feel like trying to look sexier for a change.

"Oh really, Vette? And what if the dude fakes it for five years, you two hook up, and then he starts tipping out on you soon after he's made it legal?"

"Don't worry. I have a tight game plan in mind, sister-in-law. 'Cause see, I ain't as desperate as some of these single women out here, doing anything and everything to get a man, to catch a husband. They catching more than husbands these days."

"You right about that. Marriage ain't no joke."

The phone rings and hums against my hand. I just stare. Breathless.

It rings again.

Sharvette's eyes grow wider and she snatches the phone from my grip.

"Yeah?" she says. She puts her hand on her hip. "She's right here, what you got to tell her?"

I look at the ceiling.

"Uh-huh, okay, all right, bye."

I look at Vette.

"They just had a seven-pound, five-ounce, nineteen-inch boy. Neil Braxton Meadows, Jr."


I couldn't sleep at all last night. I'd go lie down for a few minutes. Sit up in bed. Turn on the lamp. Cut on the TV, go to the refrigerator, and pile a bunch of chilled white grapes in a porcelain bowl. I slid back in bed and tried looking at R. Kelly music videos. When I couldn't stand looking at that anymore, I turned to TBN and watched a religious program.

"Jesus cares about you," this fifty-something white guy said. He stared straight into the camera. His hair was greasy looking and slicked back, like he was a movie star instead of a soul winner.

"Jesus doesn't know me," I said to the TV, then turned it off when the man started talking about sending in a thousand-dollar donation so God could bless me even though God has way more money than me.

If Jesus knew me, He'd see what I was going through and get me out of this situation. So I don't wanna hear anything Preacher Man got to say.

I knew my thinking wasn't the most divine. People always blame the Lord for things that go wrong in their lives. If there's a war, God started it. If people get killed in a senseless tragedy, it's the Lord's fault because guess who had the power to stop things but didn't? If anybody is going through anything they don't like, well, blame it on the Lord. He's used to being the fall guy, I thought. Pointed fingers shouldn't bother him. And although I freely believed these things, I felt justified but scared at the same time. I didn't believe that saying about how God strikes people with lightning. If that were true, a whole lot more people would be burned to a crisp on a daily basis, and it would probably be raining every single minute of the day, and people would be too afraid to go outside.

But I did have some level of fear, that if I thought inappropriate things, the Lord knew and He'd punish me somehow. I wondered if my troubles were His payback.

Vengeance is mine, I will repay. I recalled that Scripture. And I thought that if God was paying me back, then maybe I'd luck out ... and He'd pay Neil back, too.
(Continues...)


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Reading Group Guide

1. 1. Which is your favorite character? Least favorite? Why?

2. 2. Do you think that in real life, many married men would want to have a marital arrangement like Anya and Neil's? Why or why not?

3. 3. Do you think Anya really loved her husband and tried to do the best thing for her marriage? What could she have done differently?

4. 4. Do you know anyone in this situation in real life?

5. 5. Does a man have a right to be involved with his child, even if the child were born during an adulterous affair? Why or why not?

6. 6. Do you believe that “baby mamas” can truly get along and make things work in spite of their circumstances? Why or why not?

7. 7. Do you know any one like Dani in real life? Do you consider her a great threat to women in general? Is she a good or a bad mother?

8. 8. Who is the strongest woman in the novel? What makes her strong?

9. 9. Should married women do whatever their husband want sexually even if it’s painful and/or embarrassing? Why?

10. 10. What is your favorite or most memorable scene in the book?

11. 11. Did the characters seem real or unreal? Why or why not?

12. 12. Is it a good idea for women to take advice from other women that are not in relationships, like the advice Vette is always giving to Anya?

13. 13. Was Neil a good father? Why or why not?

14. 14. Do you think that Neil and Anya should remain together or split up?

15. 15. Did you like the ending? How would you have written the ending?

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  • Posted July 5, 2009

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    Slow and Boring

    I'll admit I only made it through the first 50 pages before I surrendered, I just couldn't take it anymore.
    Don't waste your time. If you're looking for 'by the pool, saucy summer read' this isn't it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 23, 2009

    hate that i spent $$ on this book

    poorly written<BR/>poorly formulated book

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 3, 2008

    MUY EXCELENTE!

    I LOVED this book! I can actually relate to this book. The book is juicy, drama-filled, annoying, suspenseful, heart-wrenching, and well-written all in one! The husband's character was driving me crazy going back and forth between the 2 women, but in the end, he made a good choice. The book is definitely a must read and I'll be reading it again! I recommend it to anyone!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2008

    A very slow read.

    I just started reading this book and I'm already bored to tears, I can't finish it. I want my money back.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 25, 2013

    Great read

    Couldnt put my nook down

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2013

    i have this book i love it 

    i have this book i love it 

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  • Posted October 20, 2009

    more from this reviewer

    boring!

    this book is NOT a keeper. The characters were under-developed, the plot was predictable, and the book dragged. Happy I purchased this book from the clearance section. better luck next time....

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  • Posted September 10, 2009

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    Ok read, but it will infuriate you, or at least I was

    I think Anya was so stupid for sticking out this marriage. This husband was as selfish as they came. I couldn't believe he so calmly told her that she should accept what he does and get past it, every single time he messes up.
    Anya was also stupid for giving him permission to have oral sex with another chick in the first place. Not that he wouldn't have done it otherwise, but she just gave him a reason to blame her for all of it, including the baby.

    If I were Anya those divorce papers would've been signed way before he kept sleeping with his trick.
    If there were a part two I could easily see them getting divorced. How can she ever trust him again?

    Overall this book was pretty good. Not too much of a rapid page turned, but it's alright.

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  • Posted July 23, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    Not as impressed as I hoped...

    This book started off good and slowly dwindled to the end. I usually finish a book in 4 days tops, it took about 8 to finish it. I liked "My Best Friend and My Man" by Cydney Rax and was anxious to read her other work, now I'm a bit skeptical about "My Daughter's Boyfriend".

    The scenario was realistic to a certain degree but not enough page turning drama.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 22, 2008

    I liked this book.

    I agree that this book was a slow read, however it has a good message about acepting yourself, and loving God. It also make you take accountability for your own mistakes.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 2, 2007

    Kinda Disappointed

    Well this book was not so good in the beginning but later on it became pretty good. I read My daughter's boyfriend and I must say that it was a great read but this book kinda disappointed me because I expected more. It never takes me longer than 3 or 4 days to read a book andthis book took me like 2 weeks because I kept putting it down and not picking it back up for a day or 2. Towards the end it was an okay book bunot what I was expecting. I would still recommend it to others because everyone has different opinions.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 24, 2007

    A Poor Read

    I belong to a Book Club and we just completed reading and discussing the book. It is a poorly formulated book, a disjointed plot and a poorly written text. I do not suggest the book and feel that a rating of very poor is more than sufficient.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 14, 2006

    Cydney Rax has done it again

    My Husband¿s Girlfriend by Cydney Rax Reviewer: Kim Floyd MHG makes us all think back to the time when our mothers told us ¿don¿t ever say what you won¿t do¿. Anya has a hormonal problem and doesn¿t want to make love to her husband anymore. Neil is in a sexless marriage and although he loves his wife, he is becoming very frustrated. Anya made the mistake of trying to please her husband and keep him ¿by any means necessary¿ and she almost lost all that¿s dear to her in the process. Telling a man he can have a mistress if he follows your rules¿is just like telling him if he doesn¿t wear a condom he has to pull it out¿.and we all know he isn¿t going to do that either. Could you face your husband¿s mistress and tell her to stay away from your husband. That¿s right Anya stepped to Ms.Thang and that was just the beginning¿of the end. There is enough sex, romance, betrayal, envy and dishonesty to keep you turning those pages non-stop. Cydney then adds just enough prayer and a little knowledge on how to love a black man so the blessings may continue to flow¿.You can¿t wait to find out if what GOD has joined together¿stays together. Cydney weaves this story as intricately as the basket weavers at Charleston¿s slave market and as each basket is unique and one-of-a-kind, so is ¿My Husband¿s Girlfriend¿. When you finish reading about Anya, Neil and Dani¿you¿ll definitely know there is one thing you¿ll never, ever, ever do. Cydney has written an insightful novel and has again as in ¿My Daughter¿s Boyfriend¿ addressed unthinkable issues¿.preparing us to always expect the unexpected.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 7, 2006

    Cydney Rax is ruling the LITERARY WORLD in 2007!

    Imagine that you're getting married to Neil Meadows, the man of your dreams. He's sexy, loves wild sex and can optimally give the woman in you all of the pleasures you need. All you have to do is come home, and Neil is charged and ready to go. There is only one problem, Anya, his wife, has lost her desire to make love to her sexually charged and undeniable cute husband who any woman would want. Lately, something has gone terribly wrong with her hormones. The robust Neil is getting restless and these sexless nights are putting a strain on their relationship to the point where he could break up with Anya. Not so fast. Anya makes a deal with Neil to invite a mistress into their lives, but she sets rules and limitations. Along comes Danielle. She's looking more attractive than Anya, and the potent Neil winds up breaking one rule....the ULTIMATE NO,NO! You won't believe the result of this deal gone bad. Will Anya and Neil's relationship survive after he does the unthinkable? Cydney Rax has created a fast paced and high- energy driven drama on overdrive that questions the results of infidelity in a middle class home, and with mind twisting results that may introduce a whole new kind of family in modern day America. One of the most provacative, entrancing and insatiable naughty novels of the year has arrived. Cydney Rax is on her way to being a serial bestseller as the author of the reigning book, 'My Daughter's Boyfriend.' This book is rated***** 5 Stars- DisilgoldSoul Magazine

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