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480 pages, Paperback
First published March 24, 2015
“I’m so alive with you. I’m so alive with you, you make everything pop for me, everything stand out.”
“There’s never a right time for you to fall. It’s why they call it falling. It’s an accident. In one second. You just pray that wherever you land, you’re not alone there.”*arc kindly provided by publisher in exchange for an honest review*

He's not a man to give anyone more, and I'm not the kind of woman to change all of her life for the wild dream of love. But what if for one night, one night, I let myself spend it with him?


Saint is the embodiment of luxurious and decadent and sin. He is Sin Itself and I feel like an absolute...virgin.

I want you beneath me tonight, Rachel....Writhing...Panting. Wet.
I indulge in anything that I want. I'm not in the business of denying myself what I want. I'm not in the business of denying those around me of anything they want. I'm yours if you want me, Rachel.














































Ruthless, they say. A complete manwhore, they say. And so ambitious he’d put Midas to shame. Oh yeah. They say Saint won’t rest until he owns the world.
I want to forget there are multiple reasons why this isn’t a good idea- because it doesn’t matter if it’s good or even right, only that I give my body what it wants. And all I want right now is looking down at me as if he wants to give it to me too.


People look at me like I can get them the moon, but you look at me like I already did. Like all I need to do is exist and you would be happy.




Manwhore (Manwhore,#1)
Manwhore +1 (Manwhore,#2)
Ms. Manwhore (Manwhore,#2.5)
Ladies Man (Manwhore,#3)
Womanizer (Manwhore, #4)
Playboy (Manwhore, #5)The way he wants me takes my breath away
I’m so alive with you, you make everything pop for me, everything stand out
I wanted to know everything. I wanted to breathe him. Live him.
AMAZON


“He’s Chicago’s story. And Chicago’s darling. He has to be handled with care.”
“He’s so disturbing to me in every way. I’m not blind to his attraction. I feel it like a fist in the gut, every look punching me deeper.”

“You’ve got to know this about me,” he says as he cups my face in his warm palm. “I indulge in anything that I want. I’m not in the business of denying myself what I want. I’m not in the business of denying those around me of anything they want. I’m yours if you want me, Rachel.”


“I grew up loving stories, sometimes loving stories more than people. Loving people in the stories, or because of the stories.
But today I love a man more than I love the story—his story.”
