My Rules (Kingston Lane, #2)

by T.L. Swan

if you always do what you’ve always done, you will always be where you always were.”

They say that everything comes into your life for a season or a reason. Maybe the reason is that I have to find the girl I once was. To feel whole again. So what . . . my marriage failed. Millions of marriages fail every year. I didn’t fail. He did. This is on him; I don’t know why I’m feeling guilty and beating myself up about it when he sure isn’t.

To make matters worse, the dating pool at my age is not a pool at all. It’s more like a muddy puddle. There’s no plenty of fish in the sea, just mangy, three-eyed tadpoles.