The Twenties roared with hot jazz, free-flowing back-room liquor, and wild sexual abandon, freeing even society girls like Nora Richardson to explore every fantasy, every desire, and every vibrating impulse… The moment I met Jonathan, a mad, instant lust took hold of me. Outside the speakeasy, in the buggy seat of my father’s car, he ripped the front of my dress, catching the pearls around my neck, snapping the string, sending beads spilling everywhere. Occasionally I still find one of those pearls in my pocketbook or in the driveway in front of our manor house, and it makes me wilt with the scorching heat of the memory. You see, I loved him that night. I loved all the filthy things he said to me. I loved all the ungentlemanly things he did to me. I loved the way it felt to have him inside me, not even knowing his name. Not knowing that he would be the kind of man to return with flowers and a marriage proposal… Now, a year later, he’s a scorned husband who wants to punish me. And I realize how very much I want to let him… Want more to excite your imagination? Then grab hold of Stephanie Draven’s jazz-hot collection It Stings So Sweet, and meet a silent screen star as open to scandal as she is to sex with two men in the back row of a darkened theater. You’ll also meet an ambitious shopgirl with a secret sex diary, and her dashing blackmailer. In an age when anything goes, three women discover that anything is possible… It Stings So Sweet from Berkley Sensation. Don’t miss it.