One year and two months. That’s exactly how long my marriage lasted. I thought I’d found my happily-ever-after—but I was so wrong—because my prince charming turned out to be a royal *sshole. But I should have seen it . . . I mean, the signs were there. He never liked anything I did. In fact, my husband always hated the books I loved. He called me foolish, a daydreamer, living in a fantasy world. But I’m none of those things—I’m just a bookaholic.
I spend my days marketing for work...
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One year and two months. That’s exactly how long my marriage lasted. I thought I’d found my happily-ever-after—but I was so wrong—because my prince charming turned out to be a royal *sshole. But I should have seen it . . . I mean, the signs were there. He never liked anything I did. In fact, my husband always hated the books I loved. He called me foolish, a daydreamer, living in a fantasy world. But I’m none of those things—I’m just a bookaholic.
I spend my days marketing for work and my nights stalking my favorite authors. My house is full of books and bookswag, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
When I win a contest to attend a bookcon in Scotland featuring my favorite author, I expect plenty of fun and adventures to distract me from the sh*t that my life has become; but what I never imagined . . . was meeting them.
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