The world as I knew it is over, and I find myself needing a change. With my brothers safe and happy, I no longer feel like I fit. So I’m cashing out, moving on to a simpler life. One where the ghost of my past can’t reach me.
You know what they say about memories and regrets, you can’t outrun them, but that’s not going to stop me from trying. I show up in a small coastal fishing town with one plan in stay off land as much as possible and drunk as humanly possible.
Everything has been going great for months, until a trip into town for supplies lands me in my nightmares. I’m here living off grid to forget my lost love, so why the fuck is she standing in front of me tending bar?
I'm a retired 46-year-old Puerto Rican wife and mother of 3 plus 1 bonus daughter. Originally from NYC, now living a quiet life in the south suburbs of Chicago. I enjoy reading and writing romance and erotic fiction. I'm addicted to coffee, sci-fi, and all things Marvel.
I was a teen mom with a whole world of statistics against me. Every time I was told I couldn't do something, I did it, took pictures, and smiled with my son on my hip for everyone who ever doubted me.
Now, after finding the love of my life in my thirties, we married in the great 2020 pandemic, which shall not be named. We have a house full of teenagers who don't need mommy anymore, and the hubs is a traveling ER nurse, SO I have found myself with a lot of downtime.
After years of having this story taking space in my head, I decided to share it with the world. Gotta say, this writing gig is HARD. But with some time and grace, I'll get it right.