Arden Aoide: 5 books

I'm obsessed with her.  I watch her. I follow her.  To see her lips move when she talks on the phone. To see her take down her hair while no one else is watching. I want to taste her.  Down to her marrow. Write her onto every cell. Change the paths of every synapse. Inhale her.  Convert oxygen...

Previously titled Dishabille. Crisp white shirt. Fluorescent glare from his watch as he adjusts his tie. He looks smart. He might be. Whoever he is. But it's the guy behind him on his knees plugging in a vintage IBM who is the smart one. Like, really smart. If he...

Black corset. Red lips. She could have her pick. Maybe she hasn't scraped the bottom of the barrel, though I don't think I'm at the very bottom. I mean, I see the bottom, but I'm not there. Yet. At least, I think this is the bottom. But maybe I should get it together. She sees me. I am seen. Either way, I'm a fool. I may as well enjoy myself. Miranda is set after Dahlia.

Your mama would call me whore. I am not. I just liked a good seein' to. To be known, Old Testament-style. But I tend to scare them off first. I'm a psychiatrist with a specialty in sex, and collecting data doesn't end when I shut my office door. And I'll use any old excuse to...

*He loves her. He wants to make that clear.  He will love her until the sun swallows the Earth or burns out entirely. He is very patient. He only wants to keep her safe. Even from herself.  Especially from herself. He knows what is best for her. Because he loves her. *   When millennia...