9781507034705_

My name is Greer Walker. Mom of two. Friend. Daughter. Dance instructor. And, lets
not forgeta woman scorned.
For the twenty years my husband and I were together, I gave him my soul, my life, my
everything. What did I get in return? Heart break, crows feet, stretch marks, and a slew
of insecurities.
You see, my douchebag ex-husband of fourteen years dumped me for a twenty-five
year-old, real-life Barbie Doll with a large repertoire of medical enhancements. He
crushed my heart. His affair destroyed me. There were signslots of thembut I didnt
see what was right in front of me. Or maybe, I didnt want to.
Somewhere along the line, things changed. With my eyes wide open, I vowed to never
go through that kind of heartache again. I dont need someone to make me feel special
or beautiful, or sexually charged. Hell, I can take care of that part on my own if you
know what I mean. Its been twenty years since I last dated. I have resigned myself to
the fact that Ill be alone.
ButTheres always a but. And with age comes wisdom.

Like I said, I had come to grips with the fact that Id always be aloneuntil gorgeous,
dominant, and sexy Nick Costa walked into my lifeor rather drove right into itand
made me feel all sorts of things that this woman right here has no business feeling.
He has me asking myself questions that I never thought Id hear myself ask.

Can I allow someone into my life again? Can I risk being hurt? Can Nick deal with all the
insecurities the fallout of my marriage produced?
I am thirty-nine, for crying out loud. Can I start all over again? Can I let go of the past
and possibly move on with my future? Could Nick Costa be my future?
You might want to stick around to discover the answers.

For now, Ill be 39 & holding.

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For now, Ill be 39 & holding.

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My name is Greer Walker. Mom of two. Friend. Daughter. Dance instructor. And, let’s
nnot forget—a woman scorned.
nFor the twenty years my husband and I were together, I gave him my soul, my life, my
neverything. What did I get in return? Heart break, crows feet, stretch marks, and a slew
nof insecurities.
nYou see, my douchebag ex-husband of fourteen years dumped me for a twenty-five
nyear-old, real-life Barbie Doll with a large repertoire of medical enhancements. He
ncrushed my heart. His affair destroyed me. There were signs—lots of them—but I didn't
nsee what was right in front of me. Or maybe, I didn’t want to.
nSomewhere along the line, things changed. With my eyes wide open, I vowed to never
ngo through that kind of heartache again. I don’t need someone to make me feel special
nor beautiful, or sexually charged. Hell, I can take care of that part on my own if you
nknow what I mean. It’s been twenty years since I last dated. I have resigned myself to
nthe fact that I’ll be alone.
nBut…There’s always a but. And with age comes wisdom.

Like I said, I had come to grips with the fact that I’d always be alone…until gorgeous,
ndominant, and sexy Nick Costa walked into my life—or rather drove right into it—and
nmade me feel all sorts of things that this woman right here has no business feeling.
nHe has me asking myself questions that I never thought I’d hear myself ask.

Can I allow someone into my life again? Can I risk being hurt? Can Nick deal with all the
ninsecurities the fallout of my marriage produced?
nI am thirty-nine, for crying out loud. Can I start all over again? Can I let go of the past
nand possibly move on with my future? Could Nick Costa be my future?
nYou might want to stick around to discover the answers.

For now, I'll be 39 & holding.

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