At 55, my life was a mess. My marriage and family life were over. The only thing keeping me sane was my novel. My best friend Lana showed up one day. “That’s it,” she said. “We’re going to the islands. You need a break. Let’s have some fun!”
I was like, what the hell, let’s go. That’s when Eric showed up. Hot, smart, sweet, and so damn charming—he had it all. I knew the age gap was ridiculous, but who cares? I couldn’t resist him. We had the most magical night, and I thought, finally, a fresh start. But the next morning? No Eric. And worse, no files on my laptop with my entire novel. Freaking out, I ran to Lana’s room but stopped dead when I heard HIS voice inside.