Sex. Addiction. Lies.
One night changed everything.
With the sins that stand between Evan and Reagan, can a relationship emerge from a past that is so broken?
Or will the weight of their deceptions crush any hope of redemption?
Volume 3 is the final installment in the Desperate Man erotic romance series.
A Desperate Man Series Reading Order
Ì¢‰âÂÒSO LET ME get this straight.Ì¢‰âÂå Dr. Glover lifted the end of his pen to his lips as his eyes narrowed on Evan over the top of his glasses. Ì¢‰âÂÒThe woman weÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢ve been discussing over the past few weeks finally shows you that she wants more, and you left her in an emotional heap in her office. Did I get that right?Ì¢‰âÂå
Evan stretched his long legs out in front of him. She thinks I fucked a prostitute the day after I left her apartment, so, yeah, thatÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢s about right. Sighing, he leaned back into the worn leather couch. Ì¢‰âÂÒYou left out the part about her being a liar. And not someone I met in the last few weeks. She had an agenda.Ì¢‰âÂå
Ì¢‰âÂÒSo did you.Ì¢‰âÂå
Ì¢‰âÂÒAnd what the hell was that?Ì¢‰âÂå
Ì¢‰âÂÒYou wanted to fuck her.Ì¢‰âÂå
Ì¢‰âÂÒJesus, you get right to the point, donÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢t you?Ì¢‰âÂå
Ì¢‰âÂÒWell, thatÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢s what you do. IsnÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢t it?Ì¢‰âÂå
I thought it was until I became obsessed with a leggy fucking blonde. Evan glared at the man whose eyes he swore fucking twinkled. Ì¢‰âÂÒEven if it is, what therapist talks like you do? IÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢m positive they donÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢t teach you that in Patient-Client Relations 101.Ì¢‰âÂå
Ì¢‰âÂÒIÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢ve always been a firm believer in no bullshit. I told you that the day you walked in and tried to lie to me. We arenÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢t going to make any progress if you donÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢t trust me and I donÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢t trust you.Ì¢‰âÂå
Ì¢‰âÂÒYeah, yeah, I know. YouÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢re justÌ¢‰âÂ‰ÛÌ¢‰âÂå
Evan waved him off. Ì¢‰âÂÒNothing. I guess IÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢m still trying to process the fact that Reagan is that little girl from so long ago. A whole fucking life ago. ItÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢sÌ¢‰âÂå_ I donÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢t know,Ì¢‰âÂå he said, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. Ì¢‰âÂÒItÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢s disconcerting. She knew me before.Ì¢‰âÂå
Ì¢‰âÂÒAnd that bothers you.Ì¢‰âÂå
Ì¢‰âÂÒFuck yes, it bothers me. I was ten years old the last time I saw her. Innocent. And now IÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢mÌ¢‰âÂå_this.Ì¢‰âÂå
Ì¢‰âÂÒYouÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢re awfully hard on yourself. I wonder if youÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢re upset over what youÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢re saying or over Reagan thinking bad of you.Ì¢‰âÂå
And there it was. The truth he didnÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢t want to admit. Reagan accusing him of being with anyone hours after heÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢d been with her had infuriated him. Which was ridiculous, because he knew what he was. The demons heÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢d been trying to fight. Why would she assume anything but the worst? But with that anger came embarrassment and shame. He hated that sheÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢d seen him on that corner. Hated that sheÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢d seen him with Layla. But how the fuck could he ever convince her otherwise? And why would he even want to?
Ì¢‰âÂÒSheÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢s a liar,Ì¢‰âÂå he said.
Ì¢‰âÂÒAnd youÌ¢‰âÂ‰ã¢re a sex addict. Fantastic pairing.Ì¢‰âÂå+