School psychologists aren’t supposed to write books about sex. Doing so would be considered “unethical” and “a fireable offense.” Lucky for you, ethics was never my strong suit.
After spending years trying to spice up my sex life, I gave up and took to my journal. Perhaps my gorgeous, cold, number crunching husband simply wasn’t capable of the kind of passion I’d come to expect. After all, my ex-boyfriends—a skinhead turned US Marine turned motorcycle club outlaw, a baby-faced punk rocker out on parole, and a heavy-metal bass player—were every bit as tattooed and testosterone-fueled as the leading men in my favorite romance novels. If I couldn’t have that kind of passion again in real life, I could at least write about it. Right? Nobody had to know. It would be my little secret.
Well, guess what? My husband read that shit.
And guess what else? He upped his fucking game.
Drunk with power and under the dubious advisement of my best friend and colleague, I began testing the limits—crafting journal entries specifically designed to manipulate Ken’s behavior. For the most part, he responded beautifully…except when he didn’t.
B.B. Easton writes with a level of humor and snark that is endlessly entertaining. Seriously. Someone give this woman an award. 44 Chapters About 4 Men is hilariously and surprisingly honest. The fact that this book is a fictionalized memoir based on true events from BB's life makes me love this book even more. This is an absolute MUST READ! I will definitely be picking the individual books for each of the 4 men we meet in 44 Chapters.
"Yeah, well, as it turned out, tidal waves eventually recede. And when they do, everything that was momentarily upended and twirled about is left smashed and soiled, miles from where it began. "
"That was divine intervention. Angel Alvarez was a solid buck fifty of Red Bull-and-crystal-meth-fueled trailer-park scrapper. I wouldn’t have stood a chance. I would have been liquefied on impact had I not been blessed with a guardian angel who wasn’t above tripping a bitch, not even a bitch named Angel. "
"As far as I’m concerned, everyone else is just a walking, talking hunk of flesh that I need to get around to get to you.”
"Somehow, he manages to be both the most handsome and most humble man in any room. "
"After I hung up the phone and floated into my art history class, it slowly began to dawn on me that I had a date scheduled with a guy I really liked in a month. That’s like a decade in single college girl years. I could be pregnant with a senator’s baby by then. "
"If I had a ticket to heaven and you didn’t have one, too, I’d tear my ticket to pieces and go to hell with you.”
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