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?