Red Dress Ink (Numbered Paperback)
1 primary work
Book 9
In the space of a few hours, 31–year–old Ginger Petrocelli had gone from bride–to–be to bride–who–never–was. So here she sat, alone in her cramped apartment, wedding crinolines askew, drowning her sorrows in a hundred–dollar bottle of Veuve Cliquot, when