While this book begins with some interesting tales of amorous meetings, i quickly lost interest as each story became repetitive in content down to the exact set of words in each description. In all of these fantastical encounters, every man has an inhuman ability for repeated acts of love and the couples ‘come in unison’ every time. As if that’s anywhere near reality of any kind I’m thankful for two things: first that I didn’t spend any money on the book, and secondly, that it is over. Seems like the author only has a single fantasy that plays over and over and over in her mind. And she had the need to express that over and over in this novel. I won’t be looking to read any other books by this author. The narrators did an fairly good job covering this overly redundant material. My advice: choose something else to read as this isn’t worth the time.