title: Zane's Dear G-Spot: Straight Talk About Sex and Love
author:  Zane 
description: The hugely popular erotica author Zane gets right to the point: This is a book about fucking. This is a book about love, she warns in the aggressively defensive introduction (Do not start protests at your local library to ban me from the shelves) to this collection of letters she has received from the lost and confused in need of sexual advice. The chapters in her first nonfiction book are grouped around such useful topics as virginity/young love, sexual addiction, oral sex, dissatisfied lovers/lack of sex drive and how to make love to a woman. Zane writes with grim humor and uses explicit, slangy language that obviously resonates with her audience of younger, sexually active women. She encourages wild, no-holes-barred sex, but presents hot, monogamous unions as her goal. Dump him and find a man to respect you is her response to the women who complain of being exploited or cheated on by their lovers. Despite the out-there language, Zane's advice is sympathetic and sensitive on every area of sexual confusion and difficulty. <i>(July)</i>Correction: The pub month for Norman Pearlstine's <i>Off the Record</i> (Reviews, Apr. 30) is June. <br />Copyright  Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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  **“Jackie,” Zane said, his voice soft.**
  
  I turned around to look back at him, curious. “Yes?”
  
  He paused, his gaze roaming over me in a vulnerable moment. “I just want to
  know … do you trust me?”
  
  He’d asked me that before, and it had gotten me into trouble. But we’d come so
  far that I felt confident in my answer. I smiled at him. “I do trust you,
  Zane.”
  
  “Good,” he said, his eyes intense on me. “Hold on to that, okay?” His face
  changed from the serious look into a smile, then he put a cigarette between
  his lips. “I’m going to finish this, and then I’ll head back.”
  
  I headed back out to the Hummer, propelled by the subtle compulsion in our
  conversation.
  
  Remy leaned against the hood of the vehicle, looking utterly bored. She eyed
  me. “You sure he’s okay with this trip?”
  
  “Zane’s fine with it,” I said to her, my tone convinced if my body wasn’t. “He
  knows I need his help right now. He wouldn’t abandon me.”
  
  “Oh, sweetie,” Remy said, her voice sad. “When wil