Happily Ever Ninja

There are three things you need to know about Fiona Archer… I would tell you what they are, but then I’d have to kill you.
But I can tell you that Fiona’s husband, the always irrepressible and often cantankerous Greg Archer, is desperately in love with his wife. Yet as the years pass, Greg has begun to suspect that Fiona is a ninja. A ninja mom. A ninja wife. A ninja friend. After fourteen years of marriage, Greg is trying not to panic. Because Fiona’s talent for blending in is starting to resemble fading away.
However, when unexpected events mean Fiona must take center stage to keep her family safe, her response stuns everyone—Greg most of all. It seems like Greg’s wish has come true.
Except… not.
Happily Ever Ninja is book #5 in the Knitting in the City series. Each book is a standalone, full length (110k words), contemporary romantic comedy novel, and follows the misadventures and exploits of seven friends in Chicago, all members of the same knitting group.
"Dearest Fiona, It occurs to me that today is Valentine’s Day. As
far as holidays go, this one is absolute rubbish. I’m surrounded by maudlin men who miss their girlfriends, wives, and Internet porn (perhaps not necessarily in that order). They’ve all arranged
delivery back home for overpriced bouquets of reedy flowers and substandard chocolates. You would be proud of me. I didn’t once point out that a woman who demands gifts on Valentine’s Day is almost as intolerable as a man who only gives gifts because it’s Valentine’s Day. And yet, it is Valentine’s Day. And I miss you. I don’t know how else to write it other than, I miss you. These months apart grow unbearable. Each passing second is a moment filled with the
absence of you and it suffocates me. I realize I promised I would be less morose in my correspondence, but I grip these empty sheets at
night and curse them. They are cold where your body is hot and soft and so infinitely mine. Perhaps I miss the feeling of you beneath my
fingertips and belonging wholly to me. Perhaps I miss how you tense and relax in my hands, how you look at me with trust and want. If I’m honest, it’s the want in you I miss the most. The need you have of me. Because it echoes the insatiable and feral nature of my need for you."