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289 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 24, 2020

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Before I could argue, apologise, or agree, Pika flapped through the see-through curtains and landed on my laptop. Squawking and doing his little foot-stomping dance, he attacked the letter K, going at it like a feathered Rottweiler.
“Ah, no you don’t.” Plucking him from the computer, I held his little body, so vibrantly aware of his tiny thrumming heart in his very breakable chest. His sharp beak pecked at my fingers. His black glossy eyes gleamed with mischief as he squeaked like a dog’s chew toy, trying to get me to free him.
“Ugh, why do you do this? Your cuteness is pissing me off.” I opened my palm, expecting him to fly away, but he flopped upside down instead, rolling on his tucked-in wings, a strange aerial version of a turtle on its back. I rolled my eyes at his scaly little legs waving in the air. “Yeah, yeah. Good morning to you, you little nightmare.” He squawked loudly, making me wince. “Morning! Morning. Pika. Pika. Pika!”

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Caique parrots weren’t known for their vocalization skills. Their mischief, intelligence, and teenage sense of calamity, yes. But their ability to talk as easily as macaws or other feathered cousins, no. The fact that Pika knew a few words and figured out what context to use them was outstanding in and of itself. However, his imitation of a cell phone definitely wasn’t his forte.

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Eleanor had been in my life only fleetingly, yet she’d upheaved it in the most painful of ways. She’d smashed through my convictions. She’d wriggled her way into my devotions. She’d stolen my goddamn parrot. As well as my motherfucking heart.



Dedicated to:
For all of those with filthy minds but are normal on the outside…(define normal)

"That was my heart.A complex ecosystem of darkness and light.Hate and lust.Forgiveness and revenge."
"“I'm not afraid of you”
“So why are you trembling?”
She panted as my gaze locked on her mouth. Her sweet, perfect, delicious fucking mouth.
“ Why are you?”"
"Sullivan Sinclair was the shark.Sleek and sensual, effortless and cruel, he was the predator of the ocean, all while I was the keeper of his livelihood."
The fire was inside me, an ember that’d struck a match the moment we’d met and continued to smoulder when we were apart, only to whoosh back into cardinal flame when we were close."


I needed her to give me back my soul—to kiss words back into my mouth, to rake her hands through my hair and gift me back my mind. If she could give me back my manhood, then she could take my heart.
“You truly are high and mighty. Sullivan has let you get away with far too much.”











