Perfection in Bloomington, MN

Everyone thought I was married to the perfect man. But if Conall Walsh were perfect, I wouldn't have killed him.I thought I got away with it until I received an anonymous note at the ballet company I dance for: You were a very bad girl. If you don't want me to report what I know about last night, meet me at the old opera house after rehearsal. I will tell you the price of my silence when you arrive. If you speak of this or bring anyone with you... no deal.But his price isn't money. It's me.THIS BOOK IS A STANDALONE contemporary dark romance