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Taint
A Sexual Education Novel

By: S.L. Jennings

Print Release: February 24^th, 2015

Avon/William Morrow Books

Right now, you’re probably asking yourself two things:

Who am I?

And, what the hell are you doing here?

Let’s start with the most obvious question, shall we?

You’re here, ladies, because you can’t f*ck.

Oh, stop it. Don’t cringe. No one under the age of 80 clutches their pearls.

You might as well get used to it, because for the next six weeks, you’re going to hear that word a lot. And you’re going to say it a lot.

Go ahead, try it out on your tongue.

F*ck. F***ck.

Ok, good. Now where were we?

If you enrolled yourself in this program then you are wholly aware that you’re a lousy lay. Good for you. Admitting it is half the battle.

For those of you that have been sent here by your husband or significant other, dry your tears and get over it. You’ve been given a gift, ladies. The gift of mind-blowing, wall-climbing, multiple-orgasm-inducing sex. You have the opportunity to f*ck like a porn star. And I guarantee, you will when I’m done with you.

And who am I?

Well, for the next six weeks, I will be your lover, your teacher, your best friend, and your worst enemy. Your every-f*cking-thing. I’m the one who is going to save your relationship and your sex life.

I am Justice Drake.

And I turn housewives into whores.

Now…who’s first?

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I drain my beer before crossing the courtyard to my home. It’s warmer than usual, and under the dark cloak of night, I decide to take a swim to clear my head. After stripping off my suit and tie and changing into something more liberating, I dive into the turquoise water, letting the coolness drown the heat building deep in my gut.

This time feels different. I’ve been in this business for years, yet I feel oddly unprepared. It’s only the end of Day Two, and I’m already on edge, temptation closing in on the edges of my rationale. At this rate, I won’t last.

Okay, I lied before. Not lie-lie. Just didn’t tell the whole truth. When I said I endure six, sexless weeks during instruction, what I meant to say was that I try to endure six, sexless weeks. Sure, I’m nearly always successful, but I must admit, there are slipups. That’s why I always keep a girl on standby. Very few outsiders know where the property is located, and the few who do know are given that information under special conditions. No strings, no expectations, just someone to scratch that proverbial itch so I can concentrate on the task at hand.

I swim the length of the pool, feeling my muscles flex and pull, igniting an entirely different burn in my thighs, calves, and biceps. I push off the edge of the pool once more, causing my body to slice through the water forcefully. Damn, it hurts good. I want to keep going—keep pushing—until I’m too exhausted to think about what I really crave. I want to feel this burn of exertion until it eclipses the fire currently licking up my spine.

Most think I’m some kinda health freak. They see me doing laps, running, banging out push-ups like they’re going out of style. But in reality, what I do is necessary. It’s the only way I can avoid what I really want. Without that release, I’d combust from the inside out. Either that or jerk my shit until it falls off. No bueno.

“Wow, no wonder there’s no decent junk food in this place. The owner is Ryan Lochte.”

I spin around to take in a pair of pale legs draped in floral silk to just below the knee. My curious gaze trails up those stems to the bend of soft hips that taper into a narrow waist before flowing into the bottom curves of full, pert breasts.

A grand says she not wearing a bra. Two says her nipples are practically winking at me under that maliciously thin sheath of silk.

Saliva collects in my mouth like a hungry lion and I swallow, forcing myself to look away before I allow myself to know the answer for certain.

I don’t need to see the rest. I already know. I can nearly smell her perfume in the whisper of wind that’s followed her to me. Hell, I can almost imagine the smirk that undoubtedly rests on those delicate lips.

“Seriously, what’s a girl gotta do to get some real ice cream around here?”

From the corner of my eye, I see Allison bend down to sit at the edge of the pool and tentatively dip her toes into the water. I turn to watch, amazed at the sight of the fragile gazelle at the watering hole. She visibly shivers, and those large, animated eyes smile with amused wonder.

Wow, this was a hot read with a surprise twist towards the end.  Justice was not what I was expecting going into the story, but I found that I liked the soft side of him.  I really liked the Ally was perfect to Justice just the way she is - quirkiness and freckles included.  There were some moments that brought tears to my eyes and my heart broke for Justice. I'm a  fan of the show Friends, so I loved that it was a part of their story and the reference to lobsters. The message that being sexy is all about feeling sexy, and that you should embrace your sexuality without feeling dirty is great. 

ARC via Edelweiss in exchange for an honest review.

S.L. Jennings is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance, reality TV junkie, obsessive coffee drinker and collector of crazy.

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