Addicted to You by Krista Ritchie (English) Paperback Book

Description: Addicted to You by Krista Ritchie, Becca Ritchie The TikTok sensation Addicted to You, now in a print edition with special bonus material!Shes addicted to sex. Hes addicted to booze.... The only way out is rock bottom. Fall in love with Lily and Lo in this edgy new adult romance set in a world of lust, fame, swoonworthy men, and friendships that run deeper than blood in this special edition with bonus materials-in print only!The TikTok sensation Addicted to You, now in a print edition with special bonus material!Shes addicted to sex. Hes addicted to booze...the only way out is rock bottom. Fall in love with Lily and Lo in this edgy new adult romance set in a world of lust, fame, swoon-worthy men, and friendships that run deeper than blood in this special edition with bonus materials-in print only!No one would suspect shy Lily Calloways biggest secret. While everyone is dancing at college bars, Lily stays in the bathroom. To get laid. Her compulsion leads her to one-night stands, steamy hookups and events she shamefully regrets. The only person who knows her secret happens to have one of his own.Loren Hales best friend is his bottle of bourbon. Lily comes at a close second. For three years, theyve pretended to be in a real relationship, hiding their addictions from their families. Theyve mastered the art of concealing flasks and random guys that filter in and out of their apartment.But as they sink beneath the weight of their addictions, they cling harder to their destructive relationship and wonder if a life together, for real, is better than a lie. Strangers and family begin to infiltrate their guarded lives, and with new challenges, they realize they may not just be addicted to alcohol and sex. Their real vice may be each other. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography Krista and Becca Ritchie are New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors and identical twins-one a science nerd, the other a comic book geek-but with their shared passion for writing, they combined their mental powers as kids and have never stopped telling stories. They love superheroes, flawed characters, and soul mate love. Excerpt from Book One I wake up. My shirt crumpled on a fuzzy carpet. My shorts astray on a dresser. And I think my underwear is lost for good. Somewhere between the folds of the sheets or maybe hidden by the doorway. I cant remember when I took them off or if that was even my doing. Maybe he undressed me. My neck heats as I take a quick peek at the sleeping beauty, some guy with golden hair and a scar along his hipbone. He turns a fraction, facing me, and I freeze. His eyes stay shut, and he groggily clings to his pillow, practically kissing the white fabric. As he lets out breathy snores, his mouth open, the strong scent of alcohol and pepperoni pizza wafts right towards me. I sure know how to choose em. I masterfully slip from the bed and tiptoe around his apartment, yanking on my black shorts-sans panties, another pair gone to a nameless guy. As I pick up my ripped gray tee, tattered and practically in shreds, the foggy image of last night clears. I stepped through the threshold of his room and literally tore my clothes off like the raging Hulk. Was that even sexy? I cringe. Must have been sexy enough to sleep with me. Desperate, I find a discolored muscle tee on his floor and manage to tug it over my shoulder-length brown hair, the straight strands tangled and greasy. Thats when I find my woolen hat. Bingo. I smack that baby on and hightail it out of his bedroom. Empty beer cans scatter the narrow hallway, and I stumble over a bottle of Jack Daniels, filled with black spittle and what looks like a Jolly Rancher. A photo collage of inebriated college girls decorates the door to my left-thankfully not the room I exited. Somehow I was able to dodge that Kappa Phi Delta horn dog and find a guy that doesnt advertise his conquests. I should know better. I swore off frat houses after my last encounter at Alpha Omega Zeta. The night I arrived at fraternity row, AOZ was hosting a theme party. Unaware, I stepped through the four-story buildings archway to be met with buckets of water and guys chanting for me to rip off my bra. It was like Spring Break gone awry. Not that I have much in the upstairs department to show off. Before I convulsed in embarrassment, I ducked underneath arms, wedged between torsos and found pleasure at other places and with other people. Ones that didnt make me feel like a cow being appraised. Last night I broke a rule. Why? I have a problem. Well, I have many problems. But saying no happens to be one of them. When Kappa Phi Delta announced that Skrillex would be playing in their basement, I thought the crowd would be a mixture of sorority girls and regular college folk. Maybe Id be able to land a normal guy who likes house music. Turns out, the demographic centered on frat guys. Lots of them. Preying on anyone with two boobs and a vagina. And Skrillex never showed. It was just a lame DJ and a few amps. Go figure. Deep, male voices echo off the marble balusters on the balcony and staircase, and my feet cement by the wall. People are awake? Downstairs? Oh no. The walk of shame is a venture I plan to avoid all four years of collegiate society. For one, I blush. Like intense tomato-red. No cute flushed cheeks. Just rash-like patches that dot my neck and arms as if Im allergic to embarrassment. The male laughter intensifies, and my stomach knots at the nightmarish image spinning in my mind. The one where I stumble down the stairs and all heads whip in my direction. The look of surprise coats their faces, wondering what "brother" of theirs decided to hook up with a flat-chested, gaunt girl. Maybe theyll throw a chicken bone at me, teasing me to eat. Sadly that happened in fourth grade. Likely, Ill sputter unintelligible words until one of them takes pity on my flaming red leopard spots and shuffles me out of their door like unwanted garbage. This was such a mistake (the frat house, not the sex). Never again will I be forced to hoover tequila shots like a vacuum. Peer pressure. Its a real thing. My options are limited. One staircase. One fate. Unless I happen to grow a pair of wings and fly out of the second-floor window, Im about to face the walk of shame. I creep to the balcony and suddenly envy Veil from one of my newer comics. The young Avenger can vaporize into nothingness. A power I could surely use right now. As soon as I reach the top step, the doorbell rings and I peek over the railing. About ten fraternity brothers are gathered on leather sofas, dressed in various versions of khaki shorts and collared shirts. The most lucid guy nominates himself for door-duty. He manages to stand on two feet, his brown hair swept back and his jaw intimidatingly squared. As he answers the door, my spirits lift. Yes! This is my one opportunity to dash out unseen. I use the distraction to glide down the steps undetected, channeling my inner-Veil. Halfway to the bottom, Squared-jaw leans on the door frame, blocking the entrance. "Partys over, man." The words sound cottony in his mouth. He lets the door swing shut in the persons face. I hop over two more stairs. The bell rings again. For some reason, it sounds angrier. Squared-jaw groans and yanks the knob hard. "What?" Another frat guy laughs. "Just give him a beer and tell him to piss off." A few more steps. Maybe I can really do this. Ive never been a particularly lucky person, but I suppose Im due for a dose. Squared-jaw keeps his hand planted on the frame, still blocking the passage. "Speak." "First of all, does it look like I cant read a clock or furthermore dont know what daytime looks like? No shit, theres no party." Holy . . . I know that voice. I stay planted three-quarters down. Sunshine trickles through a tiny space between the door frame and Squared-jaws tangerine-orange Polo. He clenches his teeth, about ready to slam the door back in the other guys face, but the intruder puts his hand on it and says, "I left something here last night." "I dont remember you being here." "I was." He pauses. "Briefly." "We have a lost and found," Squared-jaw says curtly. "What is it?" He edges away from the door frame and nods to someone on the couch. They watch the scene like a reality rerun on MTV. "Jason, go grab the box." When I glance back, I notice the guy outside. Eyes right on me. "No need," he says. I sweep his features. Light brown hair, short on either side, full on top. Decently toned body hidden beneath a pair of faded Dockers and a black crew-neck tee. Cheekbones that cut like ice and eyes like liquid scotch. Loren Hale is an alcoholic beverage and he doesnt even know it. All six-foot-two of him fills the doorway. As he stares at me, he wears a mixture of amusement and irritation, the muscles in his jaw twitching with both. The frat guys follow his gaze and zero in on the target. Me. I may as well have reanimated from thin air. "Found her," Lo says with a tight, bitter smile. Heat rises to my face, and I use my hands as human blinders, trying to cover my humiliation as I practically sprint to the door. Squared-jaw laughs like he won their masculine showdown. "Your girlfriend is a skank, man." I hear no more. The brisk September air fills my lungs, and Lo bangs the door closed with more force than he probably intended. I cower in my hands, pressing them to my hot cheeks as the event replays in my head. Oh. My. God. Lo swoops in behind me, his arms flying around my waist. He sets his chin on my shoulder, hunching over a little to counter my short height with his tall. "He better have been worth it," Lo whispers, his hot breath tickling my neck. "Worth what?" My heart lodges in my throat; his closeness confuses and tempts me. I never know where Los true intentions lie. He guides me forward as we walk, my back still pressed against his chest. I can barely lift up a foot, let alone think straight. "Your first walk of shame in a frat house. Howd that feel?" "Shameful." He plants a light kiss on my head and disentangles from me, walking forward. "Pick it up, Calloway. I left my drink in the car." My eyes begin to widen as I process what this means, gradually forgetting the horrors that just occurred. "You didnt drive, did you?" He flashes me a look like really, Lily? "Seeing as how my usual DD was unavailable"-he raises his eyebrows accusingly-"I called Nola." He called my personal driver, and I dont begin to ask why he decided to forgo his own chauffeur that would gladly cart him around Philadelphia. Anderson has loose lips. In ninth grade when Chloe Holbrook threw a rager, Lo and I may have been discussing illegal narcotics that were passed from hand to hand at her mothers mansion. Backseat conversations should be considered private among all car-participants. Anderson must not have realized this unspoken rule because the next day, our rooms were raided for illegal paraphernalia. Luckily, the maid forgot to search in the fake fireplace where I used to keep my X-rated box of toys. Details ISBN0593549473 Author Becca Ritchie Language English Year 2022 ISBN-10 0593549473 ISBN-13 9780593549476 Format Paperback Publication Date 2022-08-16 Series Number 1 Series ADDICTED SERIES Country of Publication United States US Release Date 2022-08-16 UK Release Date 2022-08-16 Pages 384 Place of Publication New York Edited by Franny Choi Birth 1939 Death 1990 Affiliation IST Austria Position Senior Research Scientist Qualifications PsyD DEWEY 813.6 Audience General NZ Release Date 2022-10-17 AU Release Date 2022-10-17 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Imprint Berkley Publishing Corporation,U.S. We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:138384639;

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