Extra Extra

I had it all.
At least I thought I did. Kickass job in one of the biggest media companies in New York. A hot fiancé who looks just like Clark Kent, glasses and all. Oh and five different personalities; each with their own name. Okay, maybe I’m not exactly sane. But who is nowadays? Then my Superman decided to become a douche and stole my dreams right from up under me and I ran, right into the arms of the last man I ever expected to mend my slightly used; slightly damaged heart. Can an addict tame my 5 personalities? Are love letters enough to mend my faith in men again? From Cupid worked once, hopefully with the odds in my favor it’ll work again. It does help that I’m a little bit Extra.

Trigger Warning: Book discusses addictions, has strong language, sheds light to toxic relationships , mental illness, rape, also has hot, steamy knock your socks off sex scenes recommended for 18+