The assumption that male writers can have sexually transgressive imaginations while female novelists should be more demure is passé. If we’re going to secure gender equality, we must be allowed the same imaginative expression, on the page, as our male counterparts.
Romance novels abound with infidelity of one kind or another. This is an interesting list, though I suspect that, like me, everyone out there would suggest Jamie Quatro might have missed a couple.
Please post your book choices, it’ll be interesting to see what others suggest.