A Lover's Mask
Chicago—New Years Eve Contessa realized she was going to have to make her great escape from this party and soon. She'd just used her last excuse not to dance or engage in con-versation that would only give one of the many avail-able men there the idea that he'd be leaving with her for the evening. She cursed herself for even accept-ing the invite to the NewYear's bash, but it was New Year's.
It was New Year's Eve and she was alone and it was by choice. And it scared the hell out of her.
She'd thought of calling and sharing her woes with Michaela, but knew her best friend was busy with her husband on the special evening. Her husband. Mick being married had put so much in perspective for her. Contessa found herself sick with fear that she'd wind up an old maid with a house full of cats. Or dogs. Or cats and dogs.
"Dammit why am I doing this to myself now?" she raged, looking down to her lap as she hissed the question. This is stupid, County. That life isn't for you. You know that. Then why was she finding herself wishing for it more and more over the last couple of years?
Suddenly, she blinked, tiltin ... read full excerpt from A Lover's Mask ebook
