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Note to Readers



This book was first published in June 2009 under the same name. In the spring of 2012, I got the rights back and decided to re-publish the story for those who enjoy my darker works. If you love the television show Dexter and enjoy kinky M/F romances with a touch of the supernatural, then I think you’ll like this story. Enjoy!





Chapter One



Every time I fuck, somebody dies.

I know what you’re thinking: this woman’s crazy. I assure you, I’m not. It doesn’t matter the time, place, or position. The end result is always the same. All of my attempts to gain fulfillment leave me greatly disappointed and my partner, well, dead.

Why does this happen? I wish I knew. There is something inside of me, a sickness perhaps. It lays dormant most of the time, but when it awakens, my life becomes a living hell.

I’ve tried to abstain, but it doesn’t last long. You see, abstinence calls forth the madness. Not the benign dementia that sometimes comes with old age, but the bad kind. The voices in my head control my thoughts and actions, and I’m reduced to nothing more than an animal in heat. Only fucking will keep the insanity at bay. I fight it, of course, but the need always wins. Always.

I don’t want to be like this, believe me. I’ve searched the world a hundred times over trying to find a cure. Besides some vague rumors about mates and protectors, I’ve found nothing. In my darkest moments, it seems like I’m destined to be alone with my secret pain. I’ll fight the sickness until I’m weak with exhaustion, then I’ll fuck and people will die. Then more will die, and I will become sick with grief.

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