There is no sex in this book. Well, off screen there is sex if you count Julie’s husband and his mistress knocking boots in a condo in Boston, but Julie never gets to do the horizontal hanky panky with Dawson (really? DAWSON???). Instead, there’s a couple of chaste kisses in the epilogue. Rach, if I’m going to read a trashy romance novel, I want some, you know, romance. And s-e-x. Just before Julie and her husband are set to sell their Atlanta area home and […]