Satisfaction Guaranteed by Tuesday Morrigan

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During their high school reunion’s after-party, Sela Newton agreed to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with Rome Vicenza. She knew it was a mistake, but she wanted him then just like she wants him now. Ten years have passed and Rome still has the ability to make Sela’s heart and body flutter with one heated look. Then he offers her one night, satisfaction guaranteed: he owns her body, and she’ll have the best sex of her life. It’s as much of a mistake as it was ten years ago, she knows it must be, so why can’t she say no? And when it’s over, will the one night be enough to purge him from her system, or will she go back again for more?

Spoilers ahoy! I can’t get the coding to work correctly today…so there shall be spoilers!

Wow. I’m not sure what to think or how to rate this.

The writing starts off decent and proceeds to pretty good. The plot starts pretty good, I love rekindled romances. The problem to me seems to be the relationship itself. At first the story starts as lovers reunited and it was pretty good. As the story unfolds the reader learns that the reason why the two stopped seeing each other was due to a teenage pregnancy. Sela has a miscarriage and Rome never shows up. Rome is told by Sela’s father and his own that Sela had an abortion. Somehow they never really speak about this situation again. Really? Just like that? Fast forward 10 years and they still have the hots for each other? I’m sure.

Because of this…I could not get down with the relationship. Not that the actions couldn’t have happened just that the depth of the anger/hurt feelings seems that they would be too large for the two to “just hook up” at a reunion.

Then the author tosses in some spousal abuse (Rome’s family), class issues (Sela’s family is rich and Rome’s family is poor and his dad is the town drunk), child abuse (of Rome and his brother), and assorted other family issues that just start to make everything seem contrived. There’s just too much going on and it felt forced.

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