Rob asked me to add the disclaimer that the book is a work of fiction. What he threatened to do otherwise has actually scared me, and I once said to my husband ‘I wish the big scarred skinhead would beat me up and rage-fuck me,’ so, uhm, this book is a work of fiction. Especially the character of Rob MacLeod.
If you know me in real life, you aren’t in this book. If you’re in this book, you don’t know me in real life.
Kink and non-monogamy aren’t a subplot, we’re just like that. Explicit sex descriptions aren’t my thing, I’m Victorian at heart, so that’s off-page except once, and that one scene is weird rather than hot. Look at the content warning list first, it’s an interesting read. (I didn’t put my husband specifically in CWs, maybe I should.)