On the night of his bachelor party, James Calloway finds out every other man left at the table has already slept with his bride.
Seven hands go up. Seven stories follow. Each one dirtier, rougher, and more unapologetically explicit than anything Sophia has ever done with him.
Sophia Hartley is the woman men still think about years later: a dark-haired, hourglass knockout who knows exactly what she wants, takes it loudly, and never once apologises for it. James is the good man she chose to marry - steady, devoted, careful - and until this week on the Italian lakes, he thought he knew her past in broad strokes. He was wrong.
Over one long, drunken night by the water, each man at the table takes his turn telling James what Sophia was like with him: the first boyfriend, the festival hook-up, the friends-with-benefits who knew her body for two solid years, the bouncer, the stadium stranger, even a married friend with his wife upstairs. Every confession peels back another layer of the woman James thought he'd already seen naked.
By the time the wedding day arrives, James has a problem most men only admit in the dark: the more he hears about his bride's past, the harder it is to be only jealous - because every savage detail just makes him want her more. What starts as a night of shock and humiliation becomes something else entirely: a slow, relentless awakening of just how far he might be willing to go to see that side of her again, with him watching.
If you've ever wanted to know every filthy detail of your wife's past...and felt yourself getting hard instead of angry, this novel was written for you.
