The DNF Journals: Addicted to Sin by Monica James

The DNF Journals: Addicted to Sin by Monica JamesAddicted to Sin by Monica James
Series: Sinful Pleasures #1
October 8, 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Erotica
Pages: 311
Format: ARC
Source: Copy for Honest Review

Tell me your deepest, darkest secrets. I dare you.

Addiction comes down to one simple, primitive concept. Desire.

My name is Dr. Dixon Mathews, and I’m New York’s finest shrink. For $500 an hour, people tell me their darkest, most sinful secrets.

My own addiction? Sex.

I might be certified in solving other people’s problems, but not mine –
I know I’m a lost cause. I don’t do relationships. I don’t even do the same woman twice.

But that’s all about to change, thanks to two entirely different women who awaken my deepest desires.

Who will I choose?

I know who I should choose, but I never said I was the hero of this story, or even the good guy. And besides, who wants to be good, when it feels so good being bad?

My tale isn’t for the faint-hearted. If you’re game, strap yourself in and expect the unexpected. But don’t say I didn’t warn you…

Achingly sexy and highly addictive, the first in the Sinful Pleasures Series will have you hooked. Driven to Sin coming very soon…


Well, I think I made it about as far as I could with this one.  Warning – this will be a bit spoilerish.

Dixon Matthews is supposed to be one of the best head shrinks in New York. Yet, he was utterly stupid.

The book basically starts off with him banging a client in his office. After he thinks of her as Shamu. Ummm, asshole much? I like a good asshole, but not that kind. Strike one.

He didn’t even really blink an eye at fucking a client.  Like this is completely acceptable behavior. Strike two.

That is until a hot little sex addict walks into his office. Suddenly, he gets a conscience.  Not for long, mind you. He eventually realizes his little purple head will win over the mush up top and decides he can’t be her doctor because he needs to fuck her brains out instead. Nice moral code, asshole. Strike three.

That should be it. Three strikes, you’re out.

It’s not it. There’s more.

While he’s fucking clients and dumping others so he can fuck them. He’s lamenting over this sweet little waitress that he randomly met. Can’t get her out of his mind. Feels an undeniable connection to her. Wants her, wants to learn more about her. So much so that he stands her up so he can go fuck his little whorish nymph instead. Strike four.

All this is happening while he’s still reeling over his ex-finance fucking his best friend. Oh, the drama of it all.

It was just too much. Way too much. And I never gave a shit about any of the characters. I just couldn’t connect with them and I think it was because I was wading in too much drama.

Bummer, because I really liked the sound of it.


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