A Russian Got Me: Vladimir

Natalia, fifty, divorced, and should know better. But some rules are made to be broken. Especially when the rule-breaker smells like pure, raw masculinity and arrives on your doorstep disguised as a 19-year-old handyman named Vladimir. He's here to sand my picnic table, but those rhythmic strokes and glistening muscles are sanding away at my inhibitions... and today, something's going to give.

Will I regret unleashing the cougar within?

Find out what happens when a woman's hunger meets a youn...