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Friends Anais Darnby and Lindsay Markham have long harbored a secret passion for each other since their childhood. When they finally confess their love, they seem assured of their future together, sealed with their searing embrace. But when a debauched Lindsay is seduced by a scheming socialite,... a devastated Anais seeks refuge in the bed of another man whilst Lindsay retreats to the exotic East. There, he's again seduced—this time by the alluring red smoke and opium's sinister beauty. Back home, Lindsay's addiction is fed by vogue in fashionable London society for all things Oriental—especially its sensual pleasures. Lindsay still lusts after Anais in his lucid moments, who can neither allow him to come near nor forget his smoldering touch. Tortured by two obsessions—opium and Anais—Lindsay ultimately has to decide which is the one without which he can truly live.



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    Jan 20, 2009

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    0373605285 , 9780373605286







Quotes from Addicted

I vow I am, and always will be, constant and faithful in my love for you, Anais. Nothing you or anyone else does shall alter these feelings. I am forever loving, forever waiting, forever yearning...forever yours.

Oh my God!" Lindsay cried. "I swear I shall practice celibacy every day for the rest of my life! I swear it, Anais.

It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her.

Does he lay with you in the grass? Does he stare up at the stars, speaking of his dreams, wishing he could roll over and kiss you and run his fingers along the breasts that tease him beneath the shirt--the shirt he knows he will carry home with him and smell and, God help him, sleep in, just so that he could be close to you?

Slave. Minion. Fiend. The others who have come before me have been called such things, but I prefer to think of myself as a disciple; a devout follower of my voluptuous mistress.

She had his dark hair, his lashes, and from the glimpse he had, she bore his eyes, as well. But the shape of her face, a perfect oval, was her mother’s. She had Anais’s cheeks. Anais’s lovely mouth and proud chin. He kissed her chin, feeling the softest of fluttering against his cheek—baby’s breath. There was nothing sweeter than the feel of an innocent child’s breath against one’s cheek—nothing more wondrous than knowing that the baby was your own flesh and blood.
Mina stretched against him, yawning widely and throwing her arms up wide alongside her head. He laughed through his tears and reached for her little fist and brought it to his mouth, kissing her with such love he thought he would die of it. You will consume me, little Mina, just as your mother has.
-Linsay to his infant daughter.

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