If this is Beth Holt Martin's life, she wants a refund.
It's true. At fifty-three, all Beth's got is a sex-starved marriage to Howard the psychiatrist, an (almost) empty nest and a suitcase full of long-forgotten dreams of becoming...well, something more.
Beth doesn't look like the kind of woman who would run away from home, but to heck with reason. If logic were motor oil, she'd be three quarts low. Besides, only one question really counts: Can love survive being stuck in a zipper? Maybe it's time to spread her wings (for everyone's sake), cross her fingers...and see where the open road to acceptance and hope will lead.
This is Harlequin Next #42