A Cure for the Common Jack

By Rebecca Milton

In the history of break ups, Marie felt that this one, her’s, was just about the worst ever. She loved Jack still and could not seem to move forward. She was finally forced to face this problem, this demon when work sent her off to the desert for three weeks.

There she found – what she hoped – was the cure for her sorrow. But, at what cost was this cure?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AmorBooks.com
• Release date: Jan 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005823085

Rebecca Milton

Rebecca Milton writes sizzling erotica and romance for the thinking person. On her free time she enjoys taking her Alaskan Malamute for long, long walks. He enjoys it too.

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A Cure for the Common Jack

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Rebecca Milton

Copyright 2022 Rebecca Milton

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I wanted a change. I needed a change. My girlfriends all agreed. After the break up with Jack, the man I was sure I was going to be spending the rest of my life with, I sort of spiraled out of control. The initial night out with my besties to drink, and say fuck him, and I can do better, and he didn't know how lucky he was and all of those tired, break up, move on, find strength, be a girl, cliches was fine. The thing was, that one night turned into a week, that week into a month. Eventually, even the besties couldn’t or didn’t want to keep up. The rest of my life was suffering as well. My boss, a great woman who was a leader in the advertising business, which, as a woman, was not easy, was cool, for a while. Then she too, hit her wall.

Paige wants to see you like, twenty minutes ago, her assistant said to me one sad, hungover, Monday morning after a long, sad hungover weekend, preceded by a sad, hungover Friday, Thursday, Wednesday and… Well, you get the picture.

Is she angry, I asked, popping a mint and doing my best to pull my act together, trying to see if I could walk into her office and not look late, disheveled and basically like the underbelly of a public toilet.

No, her assistant, Kimy, said with a smirk, "Why would she be