I really need to get away from it all, so I sign up for a remote retreat.I barely pay attention to the details, something about inner peace and self-discipline. Blah blah. Whatever.When I get off the boat, I expect to be met by some chill monks.Instead, I'm greeted by two hot ex-military men who run their remote meditation center like a boot camp.I quickly learn they're really serious, and hands on, about the discipline part.They demand obedience and submission,I demand cocktails and hot towels.None of us are giving in.But one of us is very sore.Me. It's me. I'm sore.These guys know how to break a girl down.Before I know it, I'm falling apart.Going to inner pieces.Are they going to put me back together?Or will I stay their shattered little brat?And what happens when they find out why I really had to get away?