When Valentines Collide
"He's an egotistical, self-righteous son of a bitch," Chante Valentine spat, storming through her best friend and publishing editor, Edie Hathaway's front door. "The man thinks he's God's gift to psychology."
"Please, come in," Edie mumbled in the wake of her trail, sighed, and then closed the door. Shaking her head and tightening her belt around her curvy, plus-size figure, she followed her friend back into the dining room.
"I can't do this any longer," Chante announced as she marched straight toward the bar.
"It's eight in the morning."
"What can I say? I like vodka with my eggs." Edie patiently watched her bestselling author splash out a glass of her expensive liquor. "You could add a dash of orange juice so I'd feel better about you getting something nutritional out of that drink."
Chante smirked, but complied. "I want a divorce."
"Absolutely not." Edie crossed her arms. "It would ruin both of your careers."
Chante downed a deep gulp and then came up for air. "I don't care."
"Sure you do." Edie shuffled over to the table where her breakfast grew cold. "Besides, you still love him…or you ... read full excerpt from When Valentines Collide ebook
