Whispers of December: A holiday novella

by Maisie Myers

Heartbreak doesn't require something picturesque. It needs rain to cover the tears, darkness to hide how alone I am, and ice cream to soothe the burn of betrayal. Oh, and hell of a lot of wine.

wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Date a girl who reads smut. It'll change your damn life."

This woman is my soul mate, I'm sure of it. Because I like my good girls to be sluts, and I like my sluts to be good girls.

I'm a woman on a mission of self-sabotage, and I just can't let things go.

"Bullshit. You look like you're at a wake, not a party." "A wake is a party."