The Secrets of the Mahjong Club

While men will boast about their sexual conquests, all the women they have taken to their beds, women place those same experiences into a locked jeweled box, to be opened in silence, alone, taken out, looked at and remembered, not always with a fond smile, but sometimes with an ache, and then, placed back into the box and locked away...share the secret sex lives of the ladies of the Mahjong Club. The characters in the book are a group of six women who are well educated, successful, professional, and now retired. The story focuses on their evolving friendship as they share the details of the sexual encounters throughout their lives. Their sexual experiences range from humorous to somber. However, at some point each of the women has experienced great sex. These women, each with a distinct personality and inimitable past, have bonded by sharing their stories and reflecting on the manner in which their sexual liaisons have shaped and sometimes changed their lives. Meet Catherine. Cat to her friends. Recently divorced, well traveled, now walking away from her luxury NYC residence and a successful career in the high end fashion world. Time to kick back and take stock. New environment, new friends. Relocating to the daily sunshine and balmy nights of Florida to connect with the world of her oldest and dearest friend Anna. Unexpectedly bonding with a diverse group of accomplished women: Holly...brash and blowsy with a soft center, Priscilla...turns men's heads but prefers women, Susan...loved, lost and fights to renew, Lori...medical guru and adventurer, and of course Anna... the rock and voice of reason, all with sexual pasts to reveal and to share subsequent lessons learned. Looking back to the loss of their virginity and sharing their views on sexuality endears us to "The Club's" revelations of intimate and erotic encounters and their own burgeoning friendships. Anna was sure that her friends believed as she did, that while men will boast about their sexual conquests, all the women taken to their beds, women placed those same experiences into a locked jeweled box, to be opened in silence, alone, taken out, looked at and remembered, not always with a fond smile, but sometimes with an ache, and then, placed back into the box and locked away. Maybe it was time to share...