Clichéd sentiments of love are not my thing. Instead, I give into raw temptation and thrive on the physical aspects of what men have to offer. Unemotional, carnal connections are what I live for, and they seem to keep me in a blissfully naïve state. I’ve gone years with a different man in a different bed each night, but one glance from a ruminating stranger as he lifts my panties to his nose narrows my attraction from multiple men to only one. I’m not entirely sure how to process the thoughts and passions battling in my mind until he gives me no other choice…until I’m thrust into an unstable emotional high that I cannot seem to resist. His objective is to break me in and savor me as if I’m his favorite bottle of single malt whiskey. I’m well aware of my sensual dependencies. He’s unaware that his still exist. This novel contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers.

Amplified emotional highs have been my downfall. I’ve lost parts of myself to the dark corners of my heart because of the damage others have inflicted. Whiskey might be able to ease the burn of one’s soul, but this time it might not be enough to survive. Instead of letting me wither in the cracks of my desiccated soul, he pushes me to appreciate the scars, instead of avoiding the bruises. I’ve had more than my share of sanctioned hell, and I am through living in a limbo between who I should be and who I am. I won’t allow myself to become a casualty of my own mind again. I am no longer carrying the obscurities of my life around with me when he chooses to stand and fight beside me. With him, I finally see what it means to be living. This novel contains mature themes, strong language, violent circumstances, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers.