Have you ever done something really stupid? Something you know you’re going to regret for years, that will come back to haunt you whenever you think you’ve finally kicked it firmly to the curb? And how many times have those mistakes been made as a result of fear, insecurity, anger?
Back when I was still in university, I drove out of town one Friday to visit my boyfriend at school. I’m pretty sure I skipped my afternoon classes to get there before dinner, which wasn’t a one-time occurrence. (Shhh. Don’t tell my mother.) Almost as soon as I arrived, we had a nasty blow up. Some drama-ridden argument that I don’t even remember now, although I seem to remember over reacting. Just a little. (I dare not ask him. Since we’re married now, he’s always looking for things to hold over my head 😉 ) Of course, in the middle of the night I stormed out of his apartment and got in the car. Stupid. It was the middle of winter. Stupid. The roads were icy. Stupid. I flipped my vehicle into a ditch. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. The only good thing was that I was unhurt, and I had a cell phone on me and was able to call my dad. (Who ended up figuring out that I was on the road coming from St. Catharines and not studying at the university library.)
In The Morning After, my first contemporary release, out this week from Ellora’s Cave, Leslie is a woman whose biggest mistake isn’t flirting with a handsome stranger at a nightclub. It isn’t accepting a drink from said stranger, not knowing that he’d slipped a drug into it.
Leslie’s biggest mistake is waking up the next morning in bed…with her husband. The same husband she kicked out two months ago. The same husband she’s about ready to serve divorce papers on. The same husband she still can’t resist, despite the pain he’s caused her.
So, now that I’ve shared, it’s your turn. 🙂 Tell me one of the more stupid things you’ve done, and be entered to win a copy of The Morning After.
Waking up naked in bed with a man’s arms holding you close wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing…except when that man is your husband.
Leslie had tried so hard to put Leo’s betrayal behind her—the ink was almost dry on the divorce papers. But when circumstances throw her in bed with her estranged husband one last explosive time, Leslie learns how quickly anger can turn to passion and hurt can turn to need, even while she knows there’s no way she can ever trust him again.
What Leslie considers goodbye, Leo insists is only the beginning. But the damage between them runs too deep, and sometimes, the only thing more devastating than the night before, is the morning after…
A thanks to my friend Leah for letting me steal some time on her blog today!
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