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?

My name is Tegan Zander, and I like to expose myself. No, I don’t go around whipping out my junk for just anyone. I’m a bit more discreet than that—barely. I like to be watched with my partner, whoever the lucky lady might be. I like knowing someone else is in the room, getting off on what we’re doing. This is my sexual vice, and I’m not ashamed of it. What I don’t like? Relationships. Living my best bachelor life leaves little room for being tied down to one woman. Until I made the mistake of assuming Willow Bennett was just some woman. We met on the side of the road, and I assisted her in more ways than one. I did my good deed, kissed her sweet lips, and walked away, never expecting to see her again. Lucky for me, I was wrong. She didn’t know it yet, but she was going to be my newest plaything. I couldn’t wait to expose her too, showing her just how good it could be to lose her inhibitions. But with this girl, I’m not just exposed...I’m shamelessly bare.

My name is Nathan Reines, and I’m a voyeur. I like to watch people have sex. In fact...I get off on it. There’s nothing more erotic than seeing bodies tighten and tremble, falling over the edge into ecstasy. Witnessing the desire on their faces makes me hard as steel. Every. Single. Time. The first time I watched the woman in the apartment across from mine, I knew she was different. Teased by her gentle caresses and tempted by her silent moans. Emberleigh has unleashed something in me. A craving for her and her alone. For two years, I refused to give in to my curiosity. That is, until fate took things in her own twisted hands. Relationships aren’t usually my style, but she makes me want more than I ever have—makes me want to do more than just watch. Once I experience Emberleigh in the flesh, I know there’s no going back. I’m done watching with her with hungry eyes. I’m ready to feast.