Merry Christmas everyone! 2020 is almost over and I'm thrilled to show off my cover reveal for Dropping The Ball.
Once upon a time, a long, long time ago… Oh, who am I kidding?
My life is no fairy-tale.
It’s fun, sure, and there are lots of people on Broadway who get paid for acting out the fairy-tales, but that’s not me.
Once upon a time, I was the leading lady in many a fairy-tale but now? Now I’m coming back and I’m not playing the sweet princess anymore. I’m the Wicked Witch of the West and I’m making a comeback to prove nothing and no one can hold me down.
Not the illness that caused me to faceplant in the middle of a show two years ago and not the naysayers who are convinced I’m done.
There only one teeny, tiny problem. Someone might just be trying to kill me.
Luckily, my problem has a simple solution: personal security. A round-the-clock bodyguard should do the trick.
But when I meet him? It’s not the trick I want him to do, it’s me.
There’s something hauntingly familiar about him, and I just can’t shake the feeling that I know him. There’s only one other man who’s ever had this effect on me. Carter Demming, my brother’s best friend from high school.
Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.
That’s him, all right. Thanks to all his new muscles, facial hair, and, oh, a decade or so without seeing him, I don’t recognize him right away.
Our chemistry is still off the charts, but chemistry does not a relationship make. Especially not when the stakes are this high, the race to New Year’s Eve, my comeback and finding the jerk who’s threatening me is on, and neither of us know how to play open cards.
We’re both used to carrying them close to our chests, but if we do that now, we risk dropping the ball. And we can’t have that, now can we? Not until it’s midnight and the time is right for the actual, glittery ball to come down. And perhaps a few of our secrets right along with it.