Separated by an ocean and cultural differences, can Janalyn and Robyn make a life together?
After having been betrayed by her partner of thirteen years, Janalyn isn’t looking for another relationship, especially not one separated by miles of ocean.
But when she travels to Devon, England, for a conference and meets a sporty Brit named Robin, desires Janalyn thought were permanently lost are suddenly back and stronger than ever.
Despite cultural differences, poking fun at each other’s use of the English language, and Robin coming off as a player, Janalyn can’t help the attraction she feels, no matter how hard she tries.
Can she and Robin find a common ground upon which to make a life together? Will Janalyn throw caution to the wind and risk her heart again? If Janalyn does indeed venture across the pond, will love be her life preserver?
What would you do to keep the spice in your sex life? After eighteen years of being with Gwen, I came up with a great idea that involved me, her and a historic steam engine ride on the South Devon Railway in the United Kingdom.
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After we manage to walk away from the enthusiastic volunteer without appearing rude, I whisper, “I’m so freaking horny I could hump a lamppost right now.”
“I hear you,” Gwen sighs. “We have to figure out a way to do it on board despite the crowd. You claimed you wouldn’t chicken out. Am I right?”
“Not on your life.”
A group of rugged women glance in our direction. I nudge Gwen’s shoulder and point my chin in their general direction. “You think they’re—”
“Shhh, not so loud,” I warn.
“What do you think?”
“Definitely, but I’m afraid they’ll know what we’re up to if we head to the toilet together.”
“So, it’ll be embarrassing.”
“We could invite them to join in,” Gwen says, although I know damn well she’d never share. I swat her just the same and she pulls me in for a hug and a kiss on the forehead. A sandy-haired woman quirks her eyebrow seconds before leaning in to share some secret with her dark-haired partner.
I begin to sweat. “Please let’s not be in their car, please.”
“Don’t be a spoil sport. If they are it’ll just pump up the steam in our little tryst.”