Author Ginger Rocks

Confessions of a Middle-Aged Housewife goes Live on Friday!

2018-08-01T08:34:00.001-04:00

My First Erotica Debut is available to purchase this Friday!

I'm so excited to see where this new adventure leads me!

Synopisis:

My name is Aurora Dunbar. I’m just a middle-aged housewife with 2 kids, a lawyer for a husband and a three story home located in a small town near you. Although names, including myself, have been changed as not to incriminate or discriminate the innocent or the guilty. My Monthly Chronicles pulled from my personally documented journal are not for the faint of heart, anyone with a weak stomach, ill health or high and mighty morals.

I ask that you do not try to contact me nor blame me if my erotica adventures in same way alter your lifestyle in anyway. By reading these confessions you clear me of any discrimination, responsibility or misleading representation that your life should be in any way as glamorous and erotic as mine.

I’m here to set my story straight. There is no need to be envious or jealous. I’m normal. I’m average. I’m married. I love social media sites, wine and crafty pinning sites as much as the next. I’m certainly not perfect. I’m just... a middle-aged housewife.

Pre-Release Confessions of a Middle-Aged Housewife

2018-07-17T10:34:00.000-04:00

Confessions of a Middle-Aged Housewife
Vol 1
by Ginger Rocks

Make sure you are healthy even to handle the contents of these confessions.

By purchasing this book, along with the following books in the series, you agree that these books are for entertaining purposes only and that in no way am I liable for any of your actions.

That being said, please carefully review the warning label below...

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Warning!

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So it all happens in a small town. Not a typical kind of small town but small enough that secrets don’t stay hidden for long.

Where you might ask? I’m unable to divulge that kind of information at this time. Too much information and all is not such a good thing, if you catch my meaning. I wouldn’t want anyone to be harmed, embarrassed or interrogated in what I’m about to reveal.

My name is Aurora Dunbar and this is my story, these are my confessions of a middle-aged housewife. All names including myself have been changed as not to incriminate or discriminate the innocent or the guilty. Names and circumstances have been intentionally altered purposely to protect my children and their identity. Make no mistake, my children are my life! No way will I allow my indiscretions affect them. Do you hear me? No Way!

That being said, read at your own risk. Be warned that these monthly confessions may contain vulgarity, sexual situations, steamy masturbation, or even some of your wild fantasies coming true along.

What you are about to read is just one of many I plan to confess in the upcoming months. Please take precautions. What I’m about to reveal to you is not for the faint at heart, anyone with a weak stomach, ill health or high and mighty morals.

Perhaps some I might bore others I might scare and still some yet I might make you realize what you have been missing all these years. These situations and occurrences happened years ago but have been chronically documented in my journal. I decided to share these confessions in hopes to help others realize they are not alone. Foreplay is good. Foreplay is a necessity. Foreplay is a must!

Perhaps I just wanted to ease my heart and soul by getting the words and actions out there... True I’m not totally admitting the truth since some will remain hidden deep within my soul never to be spoken again. It will forever be my burden to carry and not yours...

To think I may be your neighbor, your friend, you’re relative or just someone you pass on a busy highway or perhaps on a shopping trip to the grocery store. Maybe I’m the woman with the passionate pink lips, fumbling through her purse looking for her savings club card in the express lane.

Maybe I’m the mother at one of your kid’s soccer tournaments cheering on her child with such enthusiasm and support, which kind of makes you envious that I could look this good in a pair of khaki shorts and a tank. All the while, I have you wondering what my secret is at thirty-something and having two children in school.

I’m here to set my story straight. There is no need to be envious or jealous. Nor have a reason to pre-judge a book by its cover. I’m normal. I’m average. I’m married. I love social media sites, wine and crafty pinning sites as much as the next. I’m certainly not perfect.

I’m just... a middle-aged housewife and these are some of my confessions.