WHAT PIPER NEEDS
(Pushing the Boundaries #2)
(Pushing the Boundaries #2)
Release Date: June 1
Piper
and Michael Collins have it all. They’re in love, both have successful jobs,
live in a nice neighborhood, and have a great sex life—that is, up until
recently. Over the past six months everything has started to drag. Even though
they’ve led an “extracurricular” lifestyle for a long time, things have gotten
boring.
Piper
decides to liven up her marriage in a big way, which she does with a little
encouragement from her pal Caroline at their weekly STD happy hours. She jumps
in and sparks between she and Michael fly. First with hot selfies, office sex,
and later with some much needed risk-taking.
From
there, Piper and Michael make a Top Ten Sex List and start ticking off their
wildest fantasies. Piper becomes fearless--the things that made her panic in
the past no longer holding her back--but when they both arrive at Michael's
number ten, is Piper really ready?
*This
book is super steamy hot, filled with out-of-the-box moments. The book
contains: explicit sex, hardcore toys, and group sex.
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Excerpt
Honestly, Piper. You never listen
to me anyway. If you did, you might find my advice helpful.”
“I do listen. It’s
just hard to focus when, you know, focusing takes so much effort.” Piper
Collins sat in her usual spot, a
comfy overstuffed chair by the window, half-listening to her sex therapist,
Marianne Cummings, talk about all the changes she needed to make in her life.
Piper suppressed a snicker when she
thought of her therapist’s last name, which she did often, sometimes right in
the middle of a session. She’d chosen this woman solely based on her name when
she’d found it listed in the directory under sex therapists.
I mean, come on. It’d been a
no-brainer.
Piper had been seeing her weekly
for the last eight years, without fail, and Marianne really was worth the
money. But Piper never took her advice.
Well, hardly ever.
Piper was a little more attentive
today because she was looking forward to sharing Marianne’s sage advice with
her bestie, Caroline Stratton, tonight for their weekly STD meeting, which
included wine, lots of laugher, some lewd jokes, and plenty of talk about sex.
The acronym stood for Sexual
Therapy for Deviants.
It was an utterly nonsensical name
for their weekly wine-soaked therapy sessions, but Piper thought it was funny,
so she had christened it the very first night, and STD it had stayed.
Caroline, her best friend and
neighbor, had gone through her own sexual metamorphoses a few months ago.
Mostly in thanks to Michael, Piper’s husband of ten years, spilling the beans
about their own extracurricular sex lifestyle. But Caroline wouldn’t be caught
dead talking to someone about sex, except for Piper and her own husband, Jason.
She was too embarrassed and too proper to open up to a stranger.
So this was Piper’s way of paying
it forward.
But, in reality, these new weekly
meetings were helping Piper almost as much as they helped Caroline. Caroline
had actually made Piper feel more normal than she had in years, so there was
something to be said about your girlfriends being the best counselors.
“It’s a wonder your brain isn’t the
consistency of scrambled eggs with all that’s going on in there. I see you’re
thinking about something hard,” Marianne interrupted her thoughts. “You have no
idea what it is you need. That’s why you come here to see me.”
“My brain is not the consistency of
scrambled eggs,” she told Marianne, smiling. “I’m just really good at
compartmentalizing.”
“I’d say avoiding is a more apt
description of what’s going on inside that head of yours.” Marianne took her
glasses off her nose and let them rest on her chest, using the rhinestone chain
Piper had given her as a gift years ago.
“Fine, avoiding. But, whatever.
It’s not going to happen.”
“I think you should rethink that,”
Marianne told her. “It’s high time for you to stop being afraid of your own
sexual pleasure and jump back in. Start taking risks again. No more watching
from a safe distance, feeling left out of the fun. It’s time to be adventurous
again, just like in the rest of your life. You’re such a vibrant soul. It’s a
pity to constantly miss out on all the sexual
adventures that await you.” Ms.
Cummings was a product of the sixties. She advocated a lot of free love, which
Piper was totally on board with.
But this was different.
Jumping in could produce a ripple
effect, one she might not recover from. Or at least, that was her fear. “I’m
not afraid. I’m terrified. What if that thing”—Piper waved her hand in the air
aimlessly—“happens again? I can’t risk it. I don’t feel ready.”
“That thing? You mean your mental
breakdown?”
“Um, yes. Exactly that.”
Piper still had trouble admitting it had
ever happened.
It’d been a dark time in her life, and it’d been a blessing that
she’d only been out of it for
a few weeks, not months, or even years.
When she’d been right in the thick of it, she’d felt like the weight of the
world was crushing the life out of her. And she felt like she couldn’t breathe
for days on end. Her husband Michael had finally coaxed her out of it, giving
her a lot of love and understanding, but she wasn’t willing to risk it again,
not even for something she needed desperately—to feel sex again. To be
scintillated by something.
To have an orgasm shake her to her
core.
“Well, that was over seven years
ago,” Marianne reminded her, “and from everything you’ve told me, you’re no
longer satisfied with your sex life the way it is right now. Things have to
change, or it’s going to adversely affect your marriage. You’ve been
participating in open sex for the last nine years, and I shouldn’t have to
remind you that you’ve assimilated very well to the lifestyle. Even though what
brought you here was sex with another man other than your husband. You need to
start putting yourself out there again so you can find your real pleasure, and
in the process strengthen your marriage.”
“Or things can just stay the same.”
Marianne chuckled.
Piper didn’t think it was
unprofessional for her therapist to laugh at her. They’d been together for too
long to not be completely comfortable with one another. “I know that’s your
fear talking. And I’ve been saying the same thing to you for the past year. So
you’re either going to listen or you’re not. But now that you have this friend
to confide in—what’s her name again?”
“Caroline.”
“Yes, Caroline. Maybe she can help
you see the light better than I can. Piper”—she leaned forward in her
straight-backed chair—“there is sexual pleasure in your future if you allow it
to happen. Lots of it. You are a bright light on this earth. All you need to do
is make up your mind to live again.”
Now it was Piper’s turn to chuckle.
“I have news for you. Caroline is not going to be an advocate of me swapping
things up. She had her own little run-in not too long ago, and she’s still
recovering. She will want me to stay nice and safe.”
“Have you explained everything to
her?” “Not exactly.”
“Try it. She might surprise you.”
***
“I think you should fuck the shit
out of him.” Caroline drained her third glass of wine and peered over the rim
at Piper, her eyebrows up at her hairline. “What? Was that too much?”
“Caroline Elizabeth Stratton!”
Piper was legit shocked. And, to date, not a lot of things shocked her. “I
cannot believe that just came out of your proper Southern mouth! I’m aghast.”
She laughed.
Caroline set her glass down and
smiled at Piper across the table like a shrew. They were in Piper’s kitchen for
a change, the breakfast nook to be exact.
“I’m no Southern belle,” Caroline
replied. “I think we’ve established that many times over. But I’m having
trouble wrapping my head around the fact you haven’t had an orgasm in six
months! And this is the first I’m hearing about it! What the hell, Piper? I
thought we shared everything now. I shouldn’t have to remind you that you’re
the one who’s responsible for me being in this lifestyle at all, which has been
less than six months. You sat there in my kitchen and painted this fantastical
picture of raw carnal pleasure, delights around every corner, and you’re not
even living it! What a farce!”
Piper swirled the wine in her cup.
The ruby liquid arced close to the rim leaving a thin film behind. This was one
of her favorite wines. A Cabernet mix. She saved the good stuff for her nights
with Caroline.
They’d been meeting every Thursday
for three months like clockwork.
Most of the time at Caroline’s,
because she worked from home and it was easy for her to host. But Michael,
Piper’s husband of ten years, was out of town and Piper had taken a rare day
off from her hectic job at the ad agency and had made them a bunch of their
favorite foods, including homemade guacamole, which Caroline was currently
munching on.
Piper set her glass down and rested
her arms on the table. “I couldn’t tell you before because it’s embarrassing. I
used to be the queen of orgasms. I could have ten in a row. Now, zilch, nada,
nothing. Telling you I’m failing in the sex department, when you were all
hopped up on free love, wasn’t going to happen. I don’t do Debbie Downer. I’m a
perpetual Debbie Upper. You should know that by now.”
Caroline leaned over the table, a
chip in one hand, and a recently refilled wine glass in the other. “Well, we’re
going to fix your sex slump. You just have to leave it to me...”
What I thought about What Piper Needs
Her husband Michael is all for bringing the fun back into their life. He patient, kind and super understanding of Piper's needs. They do have some communication hiccups but they are quickly taken care of. Much like the first book in this series, I really wanted to see more of his thoughts on things, and it is a bit of a stretch that he's just so very perfect.
I like this series, and I think this quote from the book captures the feel of what it is I like about this series very well:
"You mean, this is how we've always thought about sex, right? Free for the taking and open to enjoy?"
This was a quick read with lots of passion and low levels of conflict, perfect for when you don't want something too heavy, but want something hot.
Author Bio:
Amanda
Abbott lives in the Midwest. She's the author of many books, both on
her own and some published in New York. She loves traveling, seeing the
world, and above all she loves to write. These stories have blossomed
out of her pure love of all kinds of romance, but especially humor +
sexy combined. Taking the question of "what if" and making it real was
an absolute thrill to write. And there's more in the hopper! To keep up
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