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?