Rebecca Reilly

Food is not a great substitute for sex, but it's all I've got. It's not that I'm not happy in my marriage. I am. George is a good man, and I love him. I love our two children. I love our home. I love our church. And I love my job. I love everything I have. And I'm bored out of my mind. I know God created sex for marriage. And not just for beautiful people, either. Sex is supposed to bind a man and wife; to give them an intimacy they share with no one else. Sex is supposed to be fulfilling. And fun! I think we're supposed to want to have sex with our spouse. I look at the college students walking around the campus where I work, and I think they are getting way more out of sex than I am. And that is just not fair. George and I did it by the Book. We are the ones that should be tingling, panting, and dripping with lust. We're the ones who should be the models of sexual satisfaction. I should feel as the bride in Song of Solomon felt: "Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is more delightful than wine....Take me away with you--let us hurry. Let the king bring me to his chambers" (Song of Solomon 1:2, 4). But even Song of Solomon hasn't helped spice up our boring chambers. And most of the time, I think George would rather have wine. I needed something else. I needed more specific instructions to liven up our life. But where does a sexually uptight, Christian woman (with a reputation to protect) go for help?

How I Used 50 Shades of Grey to Spice Up My Marriage

Diary of a Christian Woman

A memoir of grief after a father's death set in Paris, New York, and Berlin

Repetition

&‘The modern world is too much for me. I feel like I'm George of the Jungle.' —Greta'At the moment, for personal reasons, I don't like reading things about people being in love with each other.' —ValdinValdin is still in love with his ex-boyfriend Xabi, who used to drive around Auckland in a ute but now drives around Buenos Aires in one. Greta is in love with her fellow English tutor Holly, who doesn't know how to pronounce Greta's surname, Vladisavljevic, properly.From their Auckland apartment, brother and sister must navigate the intricate paths of modern romance as well as weather the small storms of their eccentric Maori&–Russian&–Catalonian family. This beguiling and hilarious novel by Adam Foundation Prize winner Rebecca K Reilly owes as much to Shakespeare as it does to Tinder. Set in a world that is deeply familiar (but also a bit sexier and more stylish than the real one), Greta and Valdin will speak to anyone who has had their heart broken, or has decided that they don't want to be a physicist anymore, or has wondered about all of the things they don't know about their family.'Greta and Valdin is a complete world. I was totally captivated. It is warm and funny, inven

Greta and Valdin

A cruise ship is an easy place to commit murder. Body disposal's a cinch, and suicide's the likely verdict. The only problem is determining how to choose the next victim. Sad and sexy, women find Detective Jim Tanger attractive. He doesn't care. His wife's suicide three years ago froze his soul. When Jim hears that Sunburst Cruises has lost another young female passenger to an assumed suicide, Jim's passions erupt. He pushes the department and the cruise line into letting him investigate. Battling seasickness and overwhelming shyness, Jim must protect the women and find the killer only he believes exists. Julie Cooper loves her husband Joel. She hopes their anniversary cruise to Hawaii will be a new beginning for them. Before her suitcases are unpacked, someone unleashes a campaign of terror against her. Anonymous threats, cryptic messages in her cabin, and an attempt on her life force Julie to look at the one person who might want her dead; the one person she trusted with her life.

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