Leonie thought she’d murdered her famous, wealthy husband. “I killed him,” she wails to her friend Ann. “I let him eat chocolate ice cream, even though the doctor said it’d kill him. Then, when his face dropped in the bowl, I just left him there, and he drowned.” Leonie didn’t kill him, of course, but after the wake— with its memorable and delicious chocolate brown theme— she learns that he’d gambled away all their money. Now she wishes she had, indeed, done the dirty deed. A former waitress in a truck stop, she isn't equipped to earn enough to keep up the mansion she shared with her husband, but her friends talk her into putting her home to work. Specifically, the home becomes a bordello-spa with one important difference: here, the women are serviced by the men. “All we have to do is get the mayor’s and police chief’s wives to join the club and nobody can touch us,” Ann says. She’s right, but life at the mansion turns out to be anything but idyllic. There are police raids, a nosy, dog hating woman living next door, and a houseful of gorgeous hunks trying to make every woman’s fantasies come true. The trials, the tribulations, and adventures of Leonie and her friends will have you laughing out loud. You won’t put down this entertaining caper of a book until you’ve finished every last page.
Lila, Sheila and Greta are middle aged housewives married to sex-challenged older men. Their solution is ingenious and wicked. The delicious home baked chocolate cupcakes they feed their husbands are laced with sex-enhancing drugs. The women are deliriously happy until the pills run out, and Jerry’s doctor refuses to renew the prescription. “I need passion, excitement, adventure,” Sheila tells her friends. “We have to do something, or the three of us are going to shrivel up and die.” So the feisty women plan a daring heist at a local supermarket pharmacy to stock up on more of that “sweet elixir of life.’ For more excitement, Sheila sneaks into the clubhouse movie theater and exchanges the scheduled film for a raunchy, pornographic flick that’d curl the hairs of a rabbi’s beard. The elderly moviegoers stampede out of the clubhouse in a mad panic, which causes a couple of heart attacks. You’ll scream, laugh out loud, cheer and cry as you follow these brazen, reckless women’s pursuit of sex, fun an happiness, and you’ll never again think of a Florida retirement community as a place to play canasta, or Mah Jongg, or go out to early-bird dinners.