My name is Greer Walker. Mom of two. Friend. Daughter. Dance instructor. And, let'snot forget-a woman scorned.For the twenty years my husband and I were together, I gave him my soul, my life, myeverything. What did I get in return? Heart break, crows feet, stretch marks, and a slewof insecurities.You see, my douchebag ex-husband of fourteen years dumped me for a twenty-fiveyear-old, real-life Barbie Doll with a large repertoire of medical enhancements. Hecrushed my heart. His affair destroyed me. There were signs-lots of them-but I didn'tsee what was right in front of me. Or maybe, I didn't want to.Somewhere along the line, things changed. With my eyes wide open, I vowed to nevergo through that kind of heartache again. I don't need someone to make me feel specialor beautiful, or sexually charged. Hell, I can take care of that part on my own if youknow what I mean. It's been twenty years since I last dated. I have resigned myself tothe fact that I'll be alone.But…There's always a but. And with age comes wisdom.Like I said, I had come to grips with the fact that I'd always be alone…until gorgeous,dominant, and sexy Nick Costa walked into my life-or rather drove right into it-andmade me feel all sorts of things that this woman right here has no business feeling.He has me asking myself questions that I never thought I'd hear myself ask.Can I allow someone into my life again? Can I risk being hurt? Can Nick deal with all theinsecurities the fallout of my marriage produced?I am thirty-nine, for crying out loud. Can I start all over again? Can I let go of the pastand possibly move on with my future? Could Nick Costa be my future?You might want to stick around to discover the answers.For now, I'll be 39 & holding.
