Where She Belongs


They say a kiss on New Year’s Eve sets the tone for the year to come…
But what happens when an innocent kiss between friends sets their worlds (as they know it) on fire? 


It was supposed to be just another predictable year-end office party. You survived another year doing what you love, Andie. Congratulations for winning that grant, Andie. You’re such a success, Andie, a pioneer, yada yada yada. Yey, you.

But when a pregnant woman crashes the party to announce that her baby’s father is my fiancé, suddenly it’s glaringly obvious that maybe I need to ease my foot on the gas that’s my career and take time off. Maybe then, I can figure out where I went wrong.

So I book myself a two-week vacation at a wellness resort in Northern New Mexico. I fill up my schedule with full body massages, foot rubs, meditation, yoga and everything else on the menu that doesn’t involve a partner.

Who needs one, anyway, when you’re trying to find yourself?

But finding myself ends up being the last thing I want to do when I run into the rarely-single and gorgeous Gabe Vasquez on New Year’s Eve. And when the clock strikes twelve, the last thing I never expect is the way his kiss makes me weak in the knees and has me feeling like a giddy schoolgirl.

A forty-two-year-old giddy schoolgirl.

But like I care about that right now.

All I know is I want more of it.


I hate ultimatums with a passion. 

And maybe it’s my fault for not feeling the need to get my relationships to the next phase like most of my friends have done, but after my last ultimatum came—and went (stormed out my door is more like it)—I’m lying low this time and being good. 

Really good. 

Mr. Lova Lova on vacation, if you will. 

But when I run into an old friend at the Taos Plaza NYE celebration, I realize I just might have to put that thought on hold. For something stirs deep inside me like it always does whenever Dr. Andrea Martin is near. If it weren’t for the fact that she’s been engaged to a mutual friend forever, I’d have acted on that feeling a long time ago.

And when she tells me her engagement is off and that’s she’s finally ready to play the field—ASAP, no less—it’s all I can do to put a stop to whatever idea of fun she’s got in mind with someone else. Because maybe there’s a reason why I’ve never felt the things I feel for Andrea with anyone else.

And when she kisses me when the clock strikes at midnight, suddenly the last thing I want is to be good. 

Not for one more minute. 

For Mr. Lova Lova is back in session and this time, he’s playing for keeps.


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