Luna Watkins can’t remember feeling so stressed. Her teenage son Nick’s health issues are reemerging and her ex Ben wants to help but is just making ends meet with odd jobs. Her catering business is thriving but too hectic for her to handle, at least that’s what it feels like. Not to mention since she’s been divorced, she hasn’t dated much and has had sex even less. When Nick decides to visit his grandparents for the summer, Luna is devastated. And yet, she sees a chance to work through her anger and her angst. Maybe some time to feed her body, mind and soul knowing he’s well taken care of.
Enter Adam Singleton, her new, last minute server. Handsome, gruff Adam who’s working through his own anger. Flirting turns to sparring. Sparring turns to angry sex—like therapy but naked. As time goes by and Luna and Adam become even more entangled, with their hardships and each other, the question becomes, does angry sex turn to more anger…or peace?
The air conditioner hummed to life as she toweled off and found her favorite, beat to hell, kimono. A glass of wine, some crackers and cheese, and fruit then she’d find something mindless on TV to watch until she was ready to sleep.
In bed, she curled herself around a cache of throw pillows and sipped her wine and nibbled the food with no gusto. A movie channel was running ‘The Lost Boys’ and she could think of nothing better to lose herself in than a beach town riddled by blood suckers. When the phone rang, she didn't even glance at the readout.
“Yes, he’s sexy. Yes, I’m kind of glad he kissed me. Yes, Savannah, he’s hotter than a thousand molten suns, but I’m not looking for anything special. I’m too tangled up in my own shitty life to want anything other than some angry sex.”
There was a pause. A great pregnant drop of silence, and that was when Luna made the connection that maybe she wasn’t talking to who she thought she was talking to.
It was completely confirmed when a smoky chuckle sounded over the line. “Good to know, boss lady. I have a lot of pent up anger myself these days. Maybe we could work that out together…”