My Sister’s Mafia Husband Begged When I Finally Left
In Manhattan's largest bookstore, a huge poster of my new book hung in the center.
"Congratulations, Miss Rossi, the first print run of one hundred thousand copies has already sold out," the store manager said, his face beaming. "This is without a doubt this year's literary phenomenon."
I signed the last name, set down my pen, and rubbed my slightly sore wrist.
Five years ago, I never could have imagined a moment of such glory, especially as the bestselling author Christine Rossi.