I didn't leave my marriage looking for love.
I left it looking for myself.
After sixteen years with the same man-high school sweetheart, husband, co-parent-I thought I understood commitment. What I didn't understand was how quietly you can disappear while doing everything right.
So when my marriage ended, I made a decision: no relationships. No futures implied. No losing myself again.
Just desire. Just honesty. Just me.
What followed was a year that taught me more than my marriage ever had-about sex, about boundaries, about the difference between attention and intimacy. I learned how pleasure can be loud without being meaningful. How connection can feel exciting and still leave you empty. And how calm-real calm-can feel unfamiliar when you're not used to choosing yourself.
Then I met someone who didn't rush me.
Didn't unsettle me.
Didn't ask me to be smaller, quieter, or easier to love.
This is not a story about being rescued.
It's not a story about starting over at any cost.
Me, First. is a sexy, emotionally grounded contemporary romance about reclaiming desire without losing yourself-and discovering that love, when chosen from clarity instead of fear, can feel like home.
Perfect for readers who love smart, sensual women's fiction with depth, agency, and heart.