Old Acquaintance

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Old Acquaintance

Copyright © 2017 by Asta Idonea

Cover Art by Natasha Snow Copyright © 2017

Edited by: BJ Toth

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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ISBN: 978-1-947904-56-9

Printed in the USA

First Edition

December, 2017

Old Acquaintance

Asta Idonea

Table of Contents

Old Acquaintance

About the Author

BUT IT’S NEW Year’s Eve.

Katie’s pout at the end of the soft whine was adorable…if doll-like blonde bombshell was your thing. It wasn’t going to work on Damon though. Not this time.

I told you, Kat, I’m not in the mood for partying right now.

That’s why you need to come. She grabbed his arm and dragged him across the room to the wardrobe, flinging open the door with such force Damon feared it might come off its hinges. Cole was a complete dick. She paused and cocked her head, curls dancing. In the bad sense. I know you wouldn’t mind that in the good sense. The more cock the better, right? Anyway, the guy was a bastard, but you are an angel. You deserve happiness, Damon, and who knows, maybe you’ll meet Mr. Right tonight. New Year’s Eve is a time for fresh starts, and this party is going to be sublime. You simply must come. It’s my only New Year’s wish. Surely you’d not deny me my New Year’s wish. Not when it’s such an easy, tiny little thing to fulfill.

Damon said nothing. His New Year’s wish was to erase the last three and a half years, either by wiping them forever from his memory or by finding a way to go back in time and revise his decisions—one of them, anyway. He didn’t need Katie to tell him about Cole; he knew him intimately. The