This book contains content that may not be suitable for young readers 17 and under.
I would like to thank RA Bettez for taking the time to read this book several times and provide feedback. Your effort at helping me with the content was second only to propping me up emotionally when I really, really, really needed moral support to keep writing.
I would like to thank my fiancée, Bruce McDonald, for being my real-life Marine inspiration. You taught me there are two things to say to our soldiers after their service, and I now say them to you with utmost gratitude. “Thank you for your service to our country” and “Welcome Home”. You are every hero to me. Semper fi.
I would also like to thank in advance every reader thirty-five or younger who reads this story with an open mind about what it means to be older and in love. I wrote this book for you so down the road when you are living where I am, you will have least have heard this from one other perfectly average woman. Love and sex are great at any age.
All Alexa wanted in the whole world was a hot bath and an early night’s sleep. Days like today where she ended up arguing with her entire staff made her seriously question why at fifty she still wanted to be the creative force behind her lingerie business. Tonight she should be soothing her frazzled nerves with jazz music and bubbles. Instead, she was heading to a cocktail party still dressed in her work clothes, even though last minute socializing was definitely not her idea of fun anymore.
But then who was she kidding? Nothing was fun these days.
Lately her moods shifted from contented to maudlin in the blink of an eye, much worse than usual. It would have been nice to blame those feelings on half-century birthday blues, but that didn’t account for the five or so restless years preceding this one. She hadn’t been able to wine, dine, or pleasure this sort of mood away in forever. Being angry with herself for agreeing to something she didn’t want to do only made it worse.