I should be counting my blessings. My computer whizz husband, Dave, agreed to share me with his father, the sexy ex-soldier, Roger, and I couldn’t be more into it. Dave wants to learn to have better sex, and Pops is willing to teach him. And thanks to the success of Little Tech, my husband’s fetish simulator, we never have to worry about money again. Keeping our relationship a secret is hard when we have reporters hammering on our door. We're in the spotlight. Nowhere is private. But lucky for us, we have friends in high places who know what it's like. Rosa and Cliff. The mayor and his wife scored us an invite to an exclusive club called Club Sinful. Thanks to them, we get an inside glimpse into the world of BDSM and DDLG. It is a place we can go and let our kinks run wild. We should be celebrating. Our bank balance is healthy, our hearts are full, and our sex life is the best that it’s ever been. That's until we start getting anonymous letters from someone trying to blackmail us. We don’t know who’s behind it, but they have proof of our arrangement and are threatening to expose us to the world if we don’t pay them ten million dollars by the end of the month. I feel sick. But it’s not the threat of exposure making me nauseous. I have a secret of my own that I carry around with me every day, and I'm scared shitless to admit it. Can I let go of my insecurities and learn to share? Will it all work out, or will it all end in tears? I'm not sure about anything anymore. All that matters is keeping my family safe, whatever the cost.