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Your mama would call me a whore. I am not. I don’t need the money. I just liked a good fuc seein’ to. To be known, Old Testament-style. I’m a psychiatrist with a specialty in sex, and collecting data doesn’t end when I shut my office door. And I’ll use any old excuse to justify my reckless behavior. But it’s a small world, and sometimes past lovers fall into your lap. (Literally.) Ones that ripped your heart from your chest. I don’t know if I want it. I don’t know if my heart will let me have it. I don’t know if I will catch fire, tear my thrumming stitches, or drown. It doesn’t matter. Because motherfuc Tyrone is coming with me. He might not wish he did. He might want to run.
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Sign up for the newsletter here: http://ardenaoide.com/connect/ Arden Aoide lives in San Antonio, Texas, with her husband, two daughters, and three cats. Turn ons include men who cry during sex, long walks on the beach, and talking about herself in the third person. Turn offs include mean people and trying to figure out how to write an interesting author bio. She doesn't write about the typical men you normally read about in erotic romance novels. She likes her men brainy and just this side of manic. She's an introvert, she loves coffee, Internet, British television, and pot stickers. And pie. She loves pie.
