Revenge

I never saw it coming. The vacation house was supposed to be paradise-cocktails by the pool, laughter with my best friend, Kelly, and no stress for a change. For the first time in forever, I felt truly relaxed. But then Kelly let something slip after a few too many drinks. Her husband, Richard, had been caught cheating. My heart went out to her. until she told me the rest. Because Richard wasn't the only one fooling around.
My husband, Steve, had been right there with him. And while Richard had another woman in his bed, Steve had some little redhead's head in his lap. Turns out those "boys' trips" were less about golf and more about getting off. I couldn't believe it-my husband, who swore he loved me, acting like I was nothing. And then Kelly hit me with another surprise. She didn't just cry about Richard's betrayal; she got even.
On her knees, with a gorgeous, well-hung black man, she found her revenge. And when she told Richard, he didn't get mad-he got turned on. But me? I wasn't looking for Richard's twisted approval. I wanted to make Steve feel the pain, the humiliation, the burning jealousy I felt every time I pictured him with that redhead. And then, as if the universe was giving me a sign, the massage therapists Kelly had booked showed up.
Two tall, muscular black men with hands that promised more than just relaxation. Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was the rage still simmering in my chest. Or maybe it was just time I put myself first. Steve could have his flings-I was about to have my fun. This wasn't just revenge. This was liberation. And Carter, the deliciously skilled massage therapist, was about to show me exactly what I'd been missing.
My husband's betrayal broke me. Now, it's my turn to break free.