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I didn't do second dates. Not ever. Like never, ever. No judgment, no censure or self-loathing. I took what men were willing to give for one night and moved on. Except for Damon Wood. He was beyond hot and I definitely liked him. But I hadn't had him. Because I knew if I did once would not be enough. Damon was a photographer by trade and since I was a former model, our paths had crossed plenty. He was professional, sexy as sin, and could have me in stitches at the exact wrong, or depending on the shot he was after, the exact right moment. So aside from his killer personality and gorgeous body, his photographs of me were my favorites. As in I cherished them. More than that, I dreamed about him—about Damon in my bed, against a wall, on the kitchen counter, the shower. And maybe . . . I dreamed about him in my life. As thus, I'd never dipped into the pool that was Damon Wood and never would. No way, no how, no— But then our paths crossed unexpectantly. Then I had a weak moment. Then he ended up naked in my bed. And then . . . he wouldn't leave. *This book was previously published under the title, Whore* Eden didn't do second dates. Not ever. Like never, ever. She wasn't built for them or for commitment or for anything that resembled a relationship. Been there, done that, got the lousy, souvenir T-shirt. She'd married young, divorced really young, and the only thing that crappy relationship had given her was a taste for how sweet her freedom could be. So now if she saw a man and liked him, she had him. No judgment, no censure or self-loathing. She took what they were willing to give for one night and moved on. Except for Damon Wood. He was beyond hot and she definitely liked him. But she hadn't had him. Because she knew if she did once would not be enough. Damon was a photographer by trade and since Eden was a former model, their paths had crossed plenty. He was professional, sexy as sin, and could have her in stitches at the exact wrong, or depending on the shot he was after, the exact right moment. So aside from his killer personality and gorgeous body, his photographs of her were her favorites. As in she cherished them. More than that, she dreamed about him--about Damon in her bed, against a wall, on the kitchen counter, the shower. And maybe ... she dreamed about him in her life. For more than one date. As thus, she'd never dipped into the pool that was Damon Wood and never would. No way, no how, no--Then their paths crossed, she had a weak moment, and he ended up naked in her bed. And wouldn't leave