Gemotions

The editor’s email was brief, impersonal, the tone of a person used to getting their way. *“We trust you will cooperate with the publicity campaign.”* Cooperation? Sarah snorted, the sound sharp in the quiet of her apartment. They wanted her to *celebrate* this unauthorized biography. The nerve of them!

She felt a tremor of fury, a tightening in her jaw. She had always kept her secrets close, protected her privacy fiercely. Now, her life, her vulnerabilities, were going to be splashed across bookstore shelves.

She’d spent years building a reputation, a life of her own. Now, she would have to spend the next few weeks fighting to preserve what was left.