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We’re all mad here.
~The Cheshire Cat
~The Cheshire Cat
When Cheris McDowell wakes up in a hotel room next to the husband she doesn’t remember meeting, she decides the only practical solution is a quiet divorce.
Too bad the rest of the world disagrees.
As an Internet advice guru, Cheris ought to know how to fix the mess she woke up to, but when her own web master conspires to keep the marriage going, Cheris is at a loss.
Geoff Arrowood III, her new husband, isn’t helping the situation. He’s way too charming and looks a little too good in a Tuxedo.
Will Cheris choose a little storybook madness or the sensible advice of the wisdom she’s followed all her life?
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Excerpt: Drink Me
“I dare you,” her companion murmured.
“I don’t take dares,” Cheris replied shooting him a disdainful look.
“What about a double dog dare?” He winked, and Cheris’ stomach fluttered. “Do you take those?”
It was silly, really, letting this stranger impel her to anything. Squaring her shoulders she stepped forward into the looking glass and retrieved the drink. Bringing it to her lips, she sipped once and discovered it to be mild yet sweet—similar to cantaloupe in the peak of its season.
“Mmm. Very nice.” She tilted the cup and drained it. “I’ve never tasted anything quite like it.” She licked her lips and tilted her head.
Picking up another glass, she set the empty one in its place. “Go over there and drink one.”
The man raised his eyebrows, but walked to the chair. They faced each other as he determined the correct glass to pick up.
“Yes. That’s the one.” Cheris drank from the second glass enjoying the cool liquid. “I’ve got to find out what this stuff—oh!” She gasped as she tripped over the frame.
At once he was at her side steadying her. “Careful there, Alice. It’s the rabbit hole you’re supposed to fall into.”
Oh. My. Goodness.
Cheris’ hands were on his arms, her fingers sliding over the material, reveling in the solid flesh underneath.
She raised her face and blinked up at him. “Whoever you may be,” she drawled. “I have always depended on kindness in strangers.”
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Author Bio: I grew up as a flower child named Francesca in
Uruguay, making my first “B” movie at fourteen. I was a sensation
locally, but, tragically, the world did not appreciate my talents. My
lover, Bruno, intent on killing me because of my infidelity, forced me
to flee to the United States, the land of new beginnings and redemption.
I have a recurring dream, however, that I am a North American woman
from Alabama, USA. I go to Wesleyan College in Macon, Georgia and later
to graduate school in Georgia. My dream continues that I marry a man who
teaches math and that we have two children who share with us in our
happy existence in the United States, far away from Uruguay and my
checkered past. In my dream, my name is Jennifer Johnson. It is a
common, yet lovely name, which allows me to be free from the clutches of
Bruno. Oh, wait. Maybe my dream is my life. Yes, it is! I do, however,
love to create other worlds to dream in and fall in love with. I wrote
my first love story in seventh grade. It was about two teenagers who
meet at beach camp. They get stranded on a top bunk of a bed by a wolf. I
kept this epic novel in a bright pink notebook and carried it with me
everywhere. It disappeared one day and; alas, the young lovers’ story
was never resolved. If I had finished it, it would have been a happy
ending because I’m a big believer in happy endings! And I’m still hoping
that pink notebook will show up somewhere. P.S. I can’t take credit for
Francesca—she’s from an old Kids in the Hall comedy sketch. Learn more
about my writing by visiting my Web site:
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