Worn Once: The only rule was to wear it once. She’d been counting on it.

Paul has a secret, and forty-seven thousand strangers are in love with her. By day he is an ordinary husband who finishes too fast and apologizes for it. By night he is Sonia: the anonymous voice that every locked, longing man on the internet writes to for permission, the woman who says out loud all the things Paul has never dared to want.

Then his own wife starts writing to Sonia.

Vera has no idea she is confessing her marriage to the man asleep beside her. She only knows this stranger understands her in a way her husband never has, and that when she follows Sonia’s advice, when she takes control, when she locks her husband down and keeps him, everything gets better. Paul should end it. Every night he swears he will end it. Every night he answers her instead.

He is the architect of his own undoing, and he has never been happier, or slept worse.

Then a boutique that does not advertise, that somehow finds you instead, sends Paul a dress and a single instruction. Wear it once. He knows he should send it back unopened. He knows it the way he knows everything he cannot resist: a moment too late.

Some doors only open one way. Paul is about to walk through one, and by the time he understands what it costs him, the price will already have been paid.

A dark, literary novel of secret identities, chastity, control, and the kind of wanting you can’t take back. For mature audiences only. All characters are adults. Contains explicit female-led-relationship, chastity, and transformation theme