My name is Isabelle, and I’m a smut fiend.
But only when it comes to books.
In fact, for twenty-three years, the only outwardly kinky thing about me was my hair on a rainy day. Compared to the toe-curling, earth-shattering, mind-blowing romps on my Kindle, my sex life was totally vanilla. Less than vanilla, actually—it was vanonexistent.
And then I took a tango lesson.
They say it takes two to tango, but let me tell you--
a tango for three is a hell of a lot of fun.