The Sensual Memoirs of an Edwardian Lady Book

I’ve just read Jeanne Ainslie’s A Country Girl and must admit this is the hottest book I’ve perused since Erskine Caldwell’s dime-store novels. In my navy days, shipmates lined up to devour battered copies of Tobacco Road and God’s Little Acre.
Of the same ilk, A Country Girl is jam-packed with explicit sex – cover to cover. The author delves into every kind of fantasy imaginable. No wonder the first edition sold out in less than six months. Now I must hide A Country Girl from grandkids, neighbours and from myself and go take a cold shower.