This three-part, dual point-of-view series explores the introduction of another man into a marriage that thrives on danger and pushing boundaries to the limit. Lots of interracial sex, a growing desire for humiliation, and a few kinky surprises are guaranteed. (This book was previously published in three parts)

Feigning ambivalence had always worked wonders for Mark James. He was never the best-looking guy at the party, or even in the top three, but he always took home the best-looking women. Including, most spectacularly, Schyler Derrington, the most beautiful, desirable, unattainable woman he’d ever seen. The woman he married. And that was the start of everything that followed, good and bad.

Lexi, my second wife, is everything my first wife was not, which thrills me no end. She's gorgeous, petite, fun-loving, uninhibited, and adventurous. So adventurous. So when her brunch crew began to discuss the new club one of them joined, Lexi was all in. And the next thing I know, we're all in. Which blows me away.

When my wife’s new BFF talked her into trying her hand at writing erotica, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. As long as I could convince Allie to write about my favorite kind of smut - hotwives and their cuckolds. Which, miraculously, I managed to pull off.

During her year of moonlighting as a "hospitality specialist" at the Penthouse Hotel, USC film student Kaitlyn politely declined entertaining black men. Even when Tyrell, a handsome and well-connected black man offered to help her show business ambitions, she respectfully refused his advances. But when her new boyfriend Carson told her of his fascination with interracial sex, he unleashed an unexpected torrent of conflicting emotions and desires that set all three of them on a collision course of lust and betrayal.

Five hotwives, five cuckolds, five black bulls.

“I was too nervous to sit still but too desperate to leave.” I wasn’t miserable in my ten-year marriage but I wasn’t exactly happy, either. When I confided as much to my neighbor, I discovered a secret that rocked my world. Some of my best friends were members of the secret White Hot Wives Club and had been for years without telling me. But now that I knew, I was determined to take full advantage of all the perks that came with membership, including the effect it might have on my husband.

Now that Anna Blake has a taste of what expanding her sexual boundaries could mean in her life, there’s no going back. Her short tryst with her son’s black college roommate satisfied and excited her in ways she never thought possible, but what’s next? But even with the enthusiastic support of her husband, Anna can’t imagine how her libido-driven exploration could continue. That is until her husband announced he had been given an all-expense paid trip to Las Vegas.

I met my future husband over Words with Friends back when that was a thing. What I didn’t realize was that he lived almost 5000 miles away from my home in London. But when we finally met in person after a 3-year long-distance friendship. It wasn’t quite love at first sight, but close. So I moved to Houston and married him.

After ten years together I thought I knew my husband. I was wrong. Out of the blue, he surprised the hell out of me one night. He wanted me to open myself up to possibilities I never knew existed, not for a married woman. He explained about another lifestyle, another way of being married, another way of enjoying sex. Hotwife. He told me what he wanted, but he asked me what I would consider. We talked about so many things—how to start, what would change, and most importantly, what wouldn’t change.