My name is Abigail Summers, and I’m an addict.
My addiction? Sex.
An endless cycle, I need a man to take my body on a daily basis.
It’s the only thing that keeps my head clear and numbs the unbearable pain of withdrawal.
I don’t know why I’m wired this way, I just am.
I know what some people say… what they think I am. But they’ve never been in my shoes, never tried to tame this beast inside me.
I gave up trying to control the cravings a long time ago, now I embrace them. It’s why I don’t do relationships.
Then he came along with his wicked smile and captivating blue eyes and screwed everything up.
For the first time in my life, I find myself wanting more from a guy who looks at me like he wants to claim me. A man who most definitely will not be okay with sharing.
I want him over and over again, not because my body demands it, but because I can’t live without him.
I have a new addiction.
Colt Maverick.
Will he be enough to satisfy my sex junkie desires?
