I thought my forties were gonna bite. But not quite like this.

My divorce from my controlling ex was final,
But I had one last thing to check off on my list:
Covering the tattoo of his name branded on my inner hip.
For comfort, I’d made an appointment with a fellow female,
But she was overbooked and referred me to her colleague—
Her ripped, gorgeous, very male colleague.
My skin flushed thinking of him working so close to an intimate spot,
But Brody was a complete professional—

I hope you love my hand picked book of the day!

Mia