Reseña del libro "Confessions of a Love Addict (en Inglés)"
This is a STANDALONE Novella about one man's Love Journey...Marcus Albright is devastated when his marriage ends and painful truths are revealed. To deal with it, he goes on a falling in love marathon only to discover he can't maintain it but for so long... his therapist, Augusta Melba says he's a love addict but is it that simple? He has to confess some things first...Excerpt: "Marcus, what's going on?" Bria asked, sitting up in bed. She held the sheet in front of her, though Marcus had seen her naked for months. He was standing at the window looking out, his naked back to her. She loved the huge tattoo on his back of an eagle. The image rippled with his muscles. Draped low on his hips were camouflage, baggy jeans. He loved camouflage but could dress up or down to suit what was needed. He owned a flourishing computer design company so could usually dress as he chose. "Bria, I'm good. Just checking out the view." He said without turning to face her. "You're staring like you're memorizing it." Bria said, trying to hide the annoyance in her voice but knew she was failing. She had fallen hard for Marcus, knowing his reputation of falling in love quickly but falling out just as quickly. The knowledge hadn't stopped her from doing what scores of women before her had. Marcus slowly faced her as if the side of the building held a spell on him. "I'm just in my thoughts. I need to go. Sorry for waking you." Marcus strode across the room, grabbing his shirt and pulling it on. After it was buttoned, he glanced at Bria who was watching him. "You're not coming back are you?" Bria asked, dreading his answer. He closed his eyes as if thinking about it. "Bria, I don't know." He finally answered, honestly. Bria snatched up his phone from the table and tossed it at him, barely missing his shoulder. He didn't flinch, and his only reaction was to reach down and pick it up. "Get out of my house Marcus. I hate you." She yelled as she watched him gather his things and walk out, making sure the door didn't slam. "You need therapy." Angry tears coursed down Bria's cheeks as her heart crumbled in her ches
