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317 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 28, 2017







I wasn’t the girl I used to be—the one he would be willing to give up his serial screwing for. I was like every other girl, like the ones he spent time with during the week—completely and utterly replaceable.
And that hurt.
More than it should have.
Because I’d always come up short when it came to Lucas.
“Still possessive, hey, Avery Bug?”
She glanced back at me. “In every way that matters, yes. When a man loves me, he’s going to get all of me, not twenty-four hours.”
Lucky bastard.
Lucky freaking bastard.
“Please tell me my assumptions are wrong.” I cleared my throat.
“Maybe they are?”
“Tell me you don’t have a woman for every day of the week. Tell me you don’t sleep with them and change them around like you would your socks. Tell me that she didn’t just assume I was . . . FRIDAY!” Her voice rose an octave, grabbing the attention of those at the table next to us.
“You’re wrong.” I grinned.
She let out a rough exhale.
“I sleep with a different girl every day of the week—except Sunday. That’s God’s day.
"What is this, middle school?"













"If they know about it, it's not cheating."
Lucas Thorn was a sickness.
A darkness that never left.
He was a rutting bastard.
He was still— unfortunately— gorgeous.
“You’re a bad habit, Thorn".
An addiction I can’t kick—each kiss gets me drunker than the first, until I lose all sense of right and wrong.”



“I glowered down at his perfect face and stupid chest and sexy smile—and I prayed for all his teeth to fall out, except for one. Because then I could call him Toothclops—like Cyclops of teeth!
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“It was all Lucas’ fault. Hating him was difficult. Being attracted to him was inevitable.”
Dr. Dupper looked between the two of us. “Your hymen is still intact.”
I looked up at Lucas and grinned, suddenly feeling quite pleased with the whole situation when I answered, “Well, he’s really small.”
Dr. Dupper burnt out laughing.
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“You’re a bad habit, Thorn… An addiction I can’t kick—each kiss gets me drunker than the first, until I lose all sense of right and wrong.”
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