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Valium or Viagra?
Three words, trivial really.
Only they alter my entire life in under five minutes.

Opening night. The Penn Museum.
I worked my ass off for this.
And no event crasher is going to ruin what I put blood, sweat, and tears into.
Although ruin isn’t the word I’d exactly use.

Except he does. Ruin me, that is.
And then his friend does.
And then… well, his other friend just so happens to show up too.

I may be ruined for any other man.
Because let’s face it, when a man can roll his hips like a god of lust,
you are well and truly ruined.

But that doesn’t mean I’m theirs.

Book 0 in The Sanguine Agreement series.