Luna slides a leather-bound volume into place on the mahogany shelf, savoring the library's hushed embrace. Returning books by cart, she finds more solace among their silent pages than in the cold predictability of her marriage to Caleb. An hour before closing, a tall man in a charcoal suit asks for advanced texts on market volatility and forecasting. Luna leads him through the aisles under the warm glow of reading lamps,...

Luna stands before the full-length mirror in their bedroom, barely recognizing the woman who stares back at her. The black dress clings to curves she's spent years hiding under loose cardigans and modest blouses, the neckline dipping low enough to reveal the gentle swell of her breasts. She runs her hands down her sides, feeling the silky fabric against her palms, heart hammering as she realizes how much of herself she's...

As the morning light filters through the curtains, painting stripes across Luna's body, she wakes up. Her muscles ache in forgotten places, and a delicious soreness between her legs triggers flashes of last night—Ryder's fingers, Avery's hands on Caleb, and the raw sex in their car. She blinks, struggling to reconcile her conservative librarian self with the woman who moaned another man's name hours ago. Luna turns her he...