Topping Love

By Alessia Brio

In this charming tale, pizza provides a model for the definition of love.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Purple Prosaic
• Release date: Oct 21, 2009
• ISBN: 9781452306049

Alessia Brio

Take one part Appalachian redneck, one part aging wet dream, and one part filthy-minded wordsmith. Mix well and serve with chocolate-covered cherries. There you have the one and only Alessia Brio. Alessia writes all colors and flavors of erotica, from heterosexual to menage to same sex, and from twisted to humorous to deeply touching. (Sometimes, usually by accident, it even qualifies as romance.) Her work has earned her critical acclaim in the form of a few EPIC eBook Awards for Best Erotica, a couple Next Generation Indie Book Awards, and a Romantic Times Top Pick in addition to a plethora of glowing online reviews.Not all of Alessia's publications are allowed here on Smashwords due to censorship. Readers interested in the full catalog are encouraged to visit her label's website at www.PurpleProsaic.com

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TOPPING LOVE

by

Alessia Brio

Copyright © 2010 Alessia Brio

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Cover art © 2010 Alessia Brio

ISBN 978-1-4523-0604-9

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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TOPPING LOVE

Love? Jess hesitated, wrinkling her nose and raising one eyebrow in that rather fetching way that was uniquely hers. "Love. Um, sure. I know what it is—or at least I thought I did."

Dr. Richard Thomas, the Pittsburgh area's shrink extraordinaire, grinned as he absently doodled on his ever-present legal pad. By all means, Ms. Connor, enlighten me.

"Well, the best definition I've ever seen is Heinlein's: Love is that condition in which the happiness of another is conditional to your own, Jess quoted. But others have said that's a better definition of obsession. She threw up her hands in exasperation. I just don't know anymore."

"I disagree. Obsession takes many forms and few involve the quest for happiness—but you know that. Tell me, have you experienced Heinlein's version of love in your lifetime?"

Jess didn't hesitate this time. A strand of rusty blonde hair fell across her eyes as the force of her nod shook it free of its bonds. "Oh, definitely. Many times, and to many degrees, but it doesn't typically...consume me. I love easily and often, both intimately and from afar. Hell, even the sadness of complete strangers can influence my happiness, although usually not as profoundly as with those closest to me. That's why I've decided I must be using either the wrong definition or the wrong emotion to describe this...this...whatever it is."

"The definition is wrong—or perhaps just incomplete. It's more suited to