It's Friday night and hardworking cowboys and ranchers from all around Ft. Worth come to The Lone Star for a cold brew and someone warm to dance with. Lucky for them, one table is always reserved for Bailey Rose and her friends who come there to unwind and maybe to get wound up by a good-looking guy with a big smile and bigger rodeo buckle.
I can't imagine not marrying Brendan, but I can't bring this discontent into our marriage either. My friend, Beth, is right. I have to talk to my fiance, but how do you tell a man who does everything right in the bedroom that you need more—that you need him to spank you? ~ April
