Once A Month

They made a rule to keep their hunger under control: sex only once a month.
No exceptions. No more. No less.

Until the morning Sarah walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but her husband's T-shirt, already aching, and refused to wait another day. What started as one broken rule turned into a raw, relentless afternoon that left marks on her skin and shattered every careful boundary they had built.

Then the neighbour asked for the church key.

Mrs. Henderson, the quiet widow next door, saw more than she should have through the gap in the fence. She watched. She wanted. And when the towel finally dropped, the three of them discovered that ordinary lives can hold something far more dangerous—and far more addictive—than once a month.

Explicit. Unapologetic. Filthy in all the right places.

If you crave scorching erotic romance packed with voyeurism, exhibitionism, power, and a slow-burn threesome that will leave you breathless, this book was written to satisfy exactly that hunger.

One rule. Three people. No going back.