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166 pages, Paperback
First published November 7, 2016
People are addicted to books. They're addicted to caffeine. To alcohol or drugs. But to love? Sweet, tender love?
How can someone love too much?
But apparently when you violate your restraining order three times, they have no sense of humor.
What I'm looking for is the small percentage (of an already small pool) that actually wants to stay single and enjoys sex without any sort of commitment.
I admit, that's my favorite kind of woman.
Unfortunately, they're not easy to find. The majority are romantics pining for "The One." I call them then "deluded lunatics."
My gaze meets hers again, and in that moment something happens. I don't know what it is, except that it feels like a valut's just opened. It's deep, intense, and a hell of a lot intimate.
Kade Wright is an expert in rocking any woman's world.
Sexy, rich, and the type you don’t bring home to meet your mother, he has broken more hearts than he can remember, and there is no end in sight. Until one mistake lands him in boiling hot waters. When his company orders him to the LOVE ADDICTS ANONYMOUS Rehab Center, he better get his affairs in order or else he loses his seat on the company board.
Love isn’t supposed to be addictive. But for Vicky Sullivan it is.
A true romantic at heart, she comes with a bit of a stalking tendency, and is completely not adverse to commitment. But who’s Kade to judge? As someone who’s seeking commitment and afraid of never finding love, she’s the type of woman he wouldn’t usually hit on. Except, she’s hot and keeps avoiding him…yes, even after seeing his private parts naked in all their glory.
Kade isn’t known as the tall, dark and ruthless businessman for no reason. Romance isn’t in the air, more like wild between the sheets action with no expectations. Vicky’s convinced she can resist, but Kade has other plans for her.
Can Vicky stay away from the one man who seems so easy to get and so hard to keep?
People are addicted to books. They're addicted to caffeine. To alcohol or drugs. But to love? Sweet, tender love?
How can someone love too much?
But apparently when you violate your restraining orders three times, they have no sense of humor.
My gaze meets hers again, and in that moment something happens. I don't know what it is, except that it feels like a vault's just opened. It's deep, intense, and a hell of a lot intimate.