The novel¬†I’ve written explores an unusual question about extramarital¬†affairs.¬†When are¬†they¬†helpful?¬†I mean, as often as they occur, some are bound to do¬†good.¬†[Picture the doubtful look I once wore on my face, too.]¬†

Here’s why I wrote this story – the omission. In every novel I read that has an affair in it, one¬†spouse is terribly cruel or abusive–usually male, dismissive, cold, uncaring, overbearing, shrewish, criminal, sleazy, or just plain wrong. But what if neither¬†spouse is like that? Perfect storms can happen to good people, too.

So (elongate the o), I created a scenario in which¬†the husband and wife have a history of being good together; they’re likable and even admirable in many ways. But there’s a component – a wrench if you will – thrown into their mix. Said wrench¬†creates a¬†conflict where one spouse is seriously thinking that getting naked with a charming stranger will be a step in the right direction.

Does she do it? You’ll have to read the book. I’ll let you know when it’s getting published! First, the *&!# query letter must be perfected. Let it be known, I don’t curse the QL, I curse my lack of swiftness in creating a good one. ‘Tis difficult for moi.

Oh, and because the subject matter isn’t comfortable, especially for those of us in¬†good¬†relationships, the story¬†has a healthy¬†sense of humor.¬†