Every day, Laura's patience with The Magician's Mistress died a little. It was one thing to have to read a crappy romance novel. Most women could get into a crappy romance story. Hollywood clearly proved that, and Laura could turn off her brain and enjoy the twists and turns of a cliche love story.
The frequent and graphic sex scenes didn't bother Laura either. They weren't exactly her thing, but she wasn't immune to tiny flutters of tingles or simple aches in her as she read about different positions and sensations between the characters. Secretly, she kept hoping something would happen between the magician's wife and the magician's mistress, but Camille kept things heterosexual. Laura would be surprised, considering Camille's fascinating sex life, but she knew that straight sold. Anything outside of men banging their women was niche and kicked you off the bestseller list.
