Julia is a photographer; Chantal edits a fashion magazine; Helen is an academic, and Philippa is writing a novel. The best of friends, they meet at trendy cafes and restaurants to eye the passing talent and to swap stories about their wilder sexual encounters. But what is fiction and what is fact in these wild erotic exploits? Can we believe the tales these women are telling?
"Linda Jaivin's novel will probably do for Lebanese cucumbers what Delia Smith's books did for cranberries. But Jaivin's recipes, revealing the erotic versatility of every piece of fruit and veg on the supermarket shelf, are more suitable for the bedroom than the dining room table... The prose is as raw as it comes"
"A vivid erotic fantasy... This expertly crafted novel is challenging and hugely entertaining. Its erotic tales and power-play are compelling"
"Eat Me is the sexiest thing to come out of Australia since Mel Gibson. And it's funnier, too"
"[Jaivin's] light touch prompts even the steamiest sex scenes to soar into satire... Jaivin never loses sight of her self-declared goal, which is to wrench the writing of erotica from its male practitioners, dress it up with style and sly humor, and restore it to women"
"You'll enjoy this tasty romp...and you will thank Jaivin for the exquisite pleasure"