Aphy Ray Books

Ravi Beausoleil has never had a woman who tastes like honey before – because there’s not a woman made on Earth who does, obviously. And you’d think a material chemist wrapping up their post-grad thesis would be pretty good at figuring out the make-up of even the strangest things, no matter where they’re made. So, frankly, it’s kind of embarrassing just how long it takes them to figure out what that summer-scented, gemstone-eyed, nectar-flavored puppy-dog of a woman crashing on their couch is really made of.