About the Book
It's been almost twenty
years since Claire met her ex in high school, and now she finds herself thrust
into the dating world for the first time as an adult, armed with little more
than confusion and lack of experience. Not only is Ron the only man she's ever
been with, she's also coping with the loss of her fertility, and if she goes on
one more hideous blind date - possibly her mind. Determined to avoid both
online dating and meetup groups, she endures fix-ups with all sorts of
memorable characters, such as weepy Pete, the drunk skunk, the cheap hot-dog
eater, and let's not forget - the unholy speed dater.
As Claire becomes more depressed over her plight, her best friend Jane prompts her to redirect her maternal longings by adopting an adorable wiener dog puppy. Dixie is not a human baby, but hopefully she will provide her new Mommy with a diversion from the parade of loony men marching through her lonely nights - that's if Mommy's house and sanity survive the destructive cyclone that is an untrained three-pound ball of craziness!
Unfortunately, while Claire is trying to move on, Ron is trying to pull her back into the past, and his life. Determined to win back his wife's affections, he offers to help Claire with home repairs as he tries to implement 'Operation Friends' in an effort to persuade his wife into giving him another chance. However, Ron is struggling with his own adjustment to single life, and isn't finding it easy to ditch the Amazon woman, or his new 'mail order bride' dating site hobby, no matter how much he has convinced himself that he and Claire belong together.
DAZED & DIVORCED is Book 1 in the Rom-Com on the Edge series. All books are standalone novels, but read in order for maximum fun!
As Claire becomes more depressed over her plight, her best friend Jane prompts her to redirect her maternal longings by adopting an adorable wiener dog puppy. Dixie is not a human baby, but hopefully she will provide her new Mommy with a diversion from the parade of loony men marching through her lonely nights - that's if Mommy's house and sanity survive the destructive cyclone that is an untrained three-pound ball of craziness!
Unfortunately, while Claire is trying to move on, Ron is trying to pull her back into the past, and his life. Determined to win back his wife's affections, he offers to help Claire with home repairs as he tries to implement 'Operation Friends' in an effort to persuade his wife into giving him another chance. However, Ron is struggling with his own adjustment to single life, and isn't finding it easy to ditch the Amazon woman, or his new 'mail order bride' dating site hobby, no matter how much he has convinced himself that he and Claire belong together.
DAZED & DIVORCED is Book 1 in the Rom-Com on the Edge series. All books are standalone novels, but read in order for maximum fun!
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Excerpt
Things are really going my way. I finished
my route early today, and I’m looking forward to relaxing by the pool in my
apartment complex.
I’m sure Claire has spent most of the day
thinking about my offer, and what a nice guy I’ve become. I just need to make
sure I hold back and let her come to me now. Being pushy and controlling are a
couple of her complaints about me. She doesn’t understand that I know her so
well that I know what’s best for her. The events of the past year make it
painfully obvious that she doesn’t make good choices on her own.
I throw my keys on my kitchen counter and
scroll through the messages on my phone. Nothing from Claire yet, but it’s
early. She won’t be off work for a couple of hours.
I should go check my mail before I change
into my swim trunks. Whew, I should also take a shower, even though I’ll need
another one after using the community pool. At least we don’t have too many
little kids in this apartment complex, but there is always the pee factor to
consider in a public pool.
I purposely rented in one of the fancier
communities after I moved out of our house, even though I hate to waste money.
If I have to live in an apartment, it needs to be a nice one.
It’s a newer complex behind the Walmart
shopping center. I know right away that makes the fancy factor plummet in a lot
of people’s minds, but it’s convenient to be near some shopping, and it’s still
close to work.
I grab my mailbox key off the counter and
my phone starts ringing. Claire. Yes! I pick up the call and head out to the
group mailboxes right across the hall from my unit. I frequently forget to pick
up my mail, and then find out my driver’s license has expired or I missed out
on pizza coupons.
“Hey, Babe what’s up?”
Okay, I need to dial it back a notch.
‘Babe’ is not a ‘friendly’ name. I wouldn’t ever call Mike or Mario ‘Babe.’
My assessment is confirmed as it takes a
moment for Claire to speak.
“Um, hi. I just wanted to let you know that
I was thinking about your offer, and I have decided to hire a painter. Not that
I don’t appreciate it…”
I put the key in my mailbox a little more
forcefully than necessary as Claire continues to babble nervously about how if
she needs something small fixed, she might call me, but I helped her realize
that the painting was the most urgent thing that needs to be addressed.
Yeah, I bet. It’s just because she knows
how much I didn’t want the inside of our house to resemble the rainbow flag or
a daycare center.
As I get ready to respond, I am startled by
a hand on my…what the fuck?
I cover the phone as if it’s the one that
was attached to the wall around the time I was born, and whisper, “Knock it
off, I’m on the phone.”
Claire says, “Ron? Are you there? Who are
you talking to?”
“No one, it’s just Mario.” That was smooth.
Mario is clearly someone. “He came by to drop off my tennis racket. I left it
at the…” I grab Stacy’s hand and guide it away from my…
“Oh, well, I’ll let you go then. But you
understand about the house, right? I do appreciate you wanting to help, but I
think it would be best for our…friendship…to leave it to a—”
“Yep, I totally get it.” I dance out of
Stacy’s grasp and now she’s wagging a package in front of me and licking her
lips. Did she just pull that out of her mailbox?
Claire pauses again and says goodbye.
Shit, I really wanted to try to talk her
out of it, but…
“Stacy, what are you doing? Get inside
before the kids get off the school bus, and someone calls the cops.”
She follows me into my apartment and pushes
me up against the closed door, covering me with her mouth and hands.
I know that doesn’t sound bad, but I haven’t gotten a chance to address the ‘Stacy’
situation, now that I’ve decided that I want Claire back.
Just as roughly as she started molesting
me, now she grabs my ear and her touch turns painful. This woman is about as
opposite from Claire as I could have veered, which makes sense for a casual,
rebound buddy.
I refuse to use the common term for what
we’re doing because I said I would never stoop that low.
She reaches under my shirt and pulls an
underarm hair.
“Ow, you’re crazy. Stop it.” I hold her
arms and try to calm her down.
She says, ‘So, who were you talking to you?
And why am I suddenly Mario returning a tennis racket?”
I release my grip and use this as an
opportunity to get away from her, making it to the relative safety of the
middle of my living room.
I’m a big guy, but Stacy is almost six-feet
tall. She has chestnut brown hair (I think that’s what you’d call it), which
curls into an unruly, sexy mess. Her eyes are green and her body is to die for.
She’s like one of those warrior princess women on violent cable TV shows. In
deep contrast to this persona, she’s a librarian.
Yep, I went with the fantasy woman.
“Stacy, you need to calm down. I was
talking to Claire, if you must know, and I didn’t feel like explaining anything
to her.”
“Claire? You lied about me to Claire? Since
when are you all chummy with her? Is she just trying to get you to sign the
divorce papers?”
Sometimes I kick myself for telling Stacy
too much.
And then other times, like now, I lie.
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Author Bio
Carol Maloney Scott, author of the Rom-Com on the Edge
series, is a frazzled new bride and wiener dog fanatic. She is a lover of
donuts, and a hater of mornings. Recently unearthing a childhood passion for
writing, she can once again be seen carrying around a notebook and staring into
space. Her stories are witty, fresh and real, just like life.
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