Soooooo I thought this book was funny for the first half. Daphne was feisty and funny, I liked Simon's reluctant gentleman-like nature, and things were moving along swimmingly to a lovely erotic ending, when BAM! Things took a turn for the Seriously Disturbing. Daphne knows that her husband doesn't want/can't have children. He refuses to... errr... we're all adults here, right? He refuses to finish inside of her for fear of offspring, and for some reason that makes her SO MAD!! And then he gets super-drunk and she rides him like a show pony on purpose and essentially rapes him and of this invasive act comes... a pregnancy. What. How is that romantic or ideal or even something people DO?!? But wait! They can't live without one another, and she somehow - I'm still not quite sure how - convinces him that they can't live without one another, and she miscarries because a baby born of that particular experience would be tainted, you see. And then she gets pregnant again during real, "loving" sex this time, and BAM! Everything is fixed. WhatisthisIdon'teven.