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Always You




What does any self respecting socialite do when she finds her husband screwing his secretary on HER dining room table?

She gets petty revenge a'la Louisville Slugger, then she runs home and pretends her whole life isn’t in tatters.

But when this princess can no longer pretend, she pulls on her big girl panties, slips out of her Louboutins and into her Nikes and gets a job for the first time in her life.


Fifteen years ago, Marc was the poor kid who didn’t have two coins to rub together.
He was working hard to earn his keep, and as a side benefit, was serving the prettiest princess at the local country club while she shot glares at his back - it didn't matter to him whether they were death glares or gazes of adoration, she watched him walk away.
She watched every time.

Now Marc and Meg are grown, and she's the one wearing an apron and serving up meals.

Oh how the tables have turned.

What’s a bowl of poisoned soup between friends? She wouldn’t actually kill him.

They’re just empty threats... right?

Always You is Book 1 in the Marc and Meg Duet and is not a standalone.

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