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About the author:
Her novels are about curious women who get themselves into unlikely situations – whether that’s an everyday woman from our world falling through a portal into a sepia kingdom, an amorous mermaid who gets herself stranded on dry land, or more recently, a perfectly ordinary house-sitter who finds herself husband sitting instead!
What inspired you to write your book?
I was right!
Here is a short sample from the book:
Have you ever had a moment where you had to admit, I’m not as smart as I thought I was, or worse, I could be a fuckwit?
Well, welcome to my world, of standing in the foyer of a multi-million dollar Sydney apartment, staring at the front door, waiting for a locksmith to arrive and let me out. Yes, out. I haven’t lost my keys. This isn’t my apartment. I’m a husband sitter, and the husband I’m currently sitting has not only fucked me up the ass and whipped that ass until it burned, he’s locked me into his apartment.
The money, I need. The danger, not so much.
I should have told one of my girlfriends what I was doing before his wife went on holiday and I moved in with him. Then I wouldn’t be waiting for a locksmith with my teeth chattering and my heart thudding in dread, hoping like hell that Mr. Domination didn’t arrive home before I got out. I should have used common sense instead of worrying that my girls would judge me.
If I was lucky, I’d live to regret that.
Not that I could regret the sex. It had been mind-blowing, and I’d had the sharpest orgasms of my life. But the whole thing had been overwhelming—my first experience of bondage and butt-fucking. When it was over, I was aching and sore and I wanted time-out. Instead, he’d decided he wasn’t ready to stop, so he’d locked me in, and there was nothing erotic about that. It was stone-cold scary.
In my moment of terror at realizing I couldn’t escape, I’d rung the last person I should have—lickable Finn with this sexy green eyes, his clever hands and his gigantor cock. I’d promised myself I’d never see him again. He was married. Our husband sit was over. It didn’t matter that his wife was a cheating bitch who’d only hired me so he could feel guilty too. I liked him too much. I should have left him alone.
He regretted his infidelity and wanted to put it behind him, but in my desperation, my illogical brain had decided that he’d been as ‘bad’ as me, so I knew he wouldn’t judge me for my current predicament. My girlfriends would see things differently. Two of them were married and, much as they loved me, they’d never condone adultery even if the wife was paying for it. Fritha was single but she’d try to stop me if she heard about this, because she’d think the money wasn’t worth the risk.
But it was.
I might be scared now, but I wasn’t going to let that deter me from my purpose. Finn would get me back on my feet and I’d put safeguards in place next time. I’d be more careful, because I wasn’t stopping. The consequences of not making that monthly payment were unthinkable. So I stood in the cold marble entry foyer beside my suitcases, hands clutched together at my waist, staring at the door, giving myself the only comfort I could—remembering Finn’s warm, slightly-rough voice.
Go and pack, Jill. I’ll text you when the locksmith is on the way. Ring a taxi when he gets there. With luck, you’ll get out quickly and I’ll see you at the airport.
Finn was flying in to help me. We’d work this out together, although, I’d probably be an emotional basket-case when it was over and we parted again. Funny how ditching Doug after ten boring years had been easy in comparison. But then trouble had caught up with me and I’d been desperate for cash.
My brief shining window into normality had slammed shut, and then a single conversation was all it took to turn my whole life into a sex tape…