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Title: Much Ado About Mother
Series: Venice Beach Romance (Can be read out of order)
Author:Celia Bonaduce
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Expected Publication Date: May 29th, 2014
Publisher: eKensington
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Look out, Venice Beach--the Wolf women are all together again. But when 70-year-old Virginia arrives with her teacup Chihuahua and unshakeable confidence, she senses trouble. Erinn is keeping secrets--like being broke and out of work--and Suzanna is paying too much attention to the wrong man--a Latino dance instructor who nearly broke her heart once before. Virginia's ready for the third act of her life, and she intends to make it rousing and romantic. Now she just has to convince her daughters to throw out their old scripts. If life has taught Virginia anything, it's this: there's more than one way to a "happily ever after"...
Buy Links-
Barnes & Noble - http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/much-ado-about-mother-celia-bonaduce/1117556139?ean=9781601831279
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
An avid reader, entering the world of books has always been a lifelong ambition. The Merchant of Venice Beach is book one of her three-book deal with eKensington, a digital imprint of Kensington Publishing Corp. The follow up novel, A Comedy of Erinn, has also been released, and book three, Much Ado About Mother, will be coming out on May 29th, 2014.
AUTHOR LINKS
Twitter - https://twitter.com/CeliaBonaduce
Website - http://celiabonaduce.com
Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7039196.Celia_Bonaduce
EXCERPT
Virginia could feel
her cheeks flush as she walked Piquant through Los Angeles International
Airport. He was wearing his bright blue “Emotional Support Service Dog” vest
and in Virginia’s opinion, he was not carrying it off at all. His little Chihuahua-shake just added to his
lack of panache. She felt ridiculous and looked around, worried that her fellow
travelers would be scowling or scoffing, but this was Los Angeles, a city that
prided itself on not gawking at celebrities and taking all oddities in its
collective stride. Piquant sailed through the airport without a sideways glance
in his blazingly blue direction.
She insisted that Suzanna, her younger daughter, meet her at the curb. Virginia was determined to establish the tone of independence. She planned on making a big show of effortlessly (a) escorting Piquant, (b) balancing his carrier and (c) getting her own luggage off the carousel, all with the casual effortless for which this city was known. The fact that she was currently only accomplishing (a) and (b) was leaving her a little anxious, since she had two very large – and overweight – bags with which to contend at baggage claim. Looking up at the monitor to see which carousel would be depositing her luggage, she failed to notice two little hands tugging at Piquant’s ears.
“Doggy!” said the little girl as she happily twisted the Chihuahua’s ears.
God, these Los Angeles mothers! What is wrong with parents these days?
“Sweetie, you wouldn’t like it if someone were grabbing your ears, would you? Now let go of Piquant’s ears.”
The insufferably reasonable tone of the new-age mother annoyed Virginia.
Just tell the kid to stop! Wait! How does this woman know my dog’s name?
As the mother bent down and tried to stop her child from molesting Piquant, she collided with Virginia’s forehead as Virginia bent to rescue her dog. After clunking heads, they looked at each other and Virginia realized she was looking into her daughter’s eyes.
She insisted that Suzanna, her younger daughter, meet her at the curb. Virginia was determined to establish the tone of independence. She planned on making a big show of effortlessly (a) escorting Piquant, (b) balancing his carrier and (c) getting her own luggage off the carousel, all with the casual effortless for which this city was known. The fact that she was currently only accomplishing (a) and (b) was leaving her a little anxious, since she had two very large – and overweight – bags with which to contend at baggage claim. Looking up at the monitor to see which carousel would be depositing her luggage, she failed to notice two little hands tugging at Piquant’s ears.
“Doggy!” said the little girl as she happily twisted the Chihuahua’s ears.
God, these Los Angeles mothers! What is wrong with parents these days?
“Sweetie, you wouldn’t like it if someone were grabbing your ears, would you? Now let go of Piquant’s ears.”
The insufferably reasonable tone of the new-age mother annoyed Virginia.
Just tell the kid to stop! Wait! How does this woman know my dog’s name?
As the mother bent down and tried to stop her child from molesting Piquant, she collided with Virginia’s forehead as Virginia bent to rescue her dog. After clunking heads, they looked at each other and Virginia realized she was looking into her daughter’s eyes.
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