Contemporary

Crazy Little Thing by Tracy Brogan

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

CRAZY LITTLE THING is a fun and breezy story about Sadie Turner, a charmingly neurotic perfectionist who packs up her two kids and escapes to her eccentric aunt’s lake house after leaving her cheating husband. She thinks time away from men is what she needs to recharge and reboot what’s left of her life. But Aunt Dody has plans of her own and believes Sadie needs fun. Fun in the shape of sexy next-door neighbor Desmond. Desmond is Sadie’s worst nightmare: tall, tan, muscular, and worst of all – He’s great with her kids. As summer blazes on, the life that Sadie is trying so hard to simplify only gets more complicated. Job opportunities come up, ex-spouses reveal secret agendas, and casual affections deepen into something wickedly delicious, and suddenly Sadie wonders if maybe a little chaos is just what a girl needs to get her life back in order. 

Here is a little nibble of my story. Hopefully you’ll like it enough to gobble up the whole thing!  

My husband had a talent for putting the dick in unpredictable, so I wasn’t entirely surprised to catch him at an office party with his hand up the skirt of a giggly, jiggly redhead. Or that he had mistletoe dangling from his belt buckle. Even though it wasn’t Christmas. Suddenly eight years of wondering if I was paranoid or intuitive were finally answered. Richard was cheating on me, and I couldn’t ignore it any longer.

I probably should have left him sooner, but I was dumb in love, plus my mother thought divorce was tacky even though she’d been through one herself. Maybe she worried I couldn’t do any better. Turns out, I couldn’t have done much worse.

Exactly one year, six days, and fourteen hours later, Richard and I signed on the dotted line and our marriage dissolved, like margarita salt on the tongue, leaving behind the bitter aftertaste of something that started out sweet but ended sour.

The details of our sordid divorce prompted a feeding frenzy for the local Glenville press. Richard was the city’s favorite son, after all, and everyone wanted the juiciest morsel for their evening headline. His job as anchorman of Channel Seven news earned him a quasi-celebrity status and a sycophantic following. I, on the other hand, was painted in a single stroke as a gold-digging Real Housewife just after his cash. No one but me seemed to remember the incident with the redhead, and somehow I became the pariah, a one-dimensional villain trapped inside the reality show of my own life. So when my aunt Dody called to invite the kids and me to spend the summer with her in tiny Bell Harbor, Michigan, it was an offer too good to refuse.

“You need a good psychic cleansing, Sadie,” Dody told me over the phone. “It’s time to purge all of Richard’s nasty karma right out of your system.”I had zero faith in her tarot-reading, angel-guided, crystal-waving nonsense, but I was desperate for a vacation. And a chance to hide. Her pink clapboard house, perched high on a hill overlooking Lake Michigan, was the perfect spot to rest, reboot, and figure out what the hell to do with the next fifty years of my life. Sure, I’d probably be dead long before that, but I hate leaving things to chance.

I guided my SUV along the narrow, elm-lined avenues of Bell Harbor. Lowering the window, I breathed in deeply. The scent of hot sand tinged with tanning oil and lilacs reminded me of carefree summers, back before I cared about damaging UV rays and toxins in the lake. The buzz of cicadas nearly drowned out the sound of waves splashing on the nearby shore. What a drastic change from the shimmering heat and road warrior mentality of Glenville’s asphalt raceway. Bell Harbor seemed frozen in a moment that never existed anyplace else, untouched by the tawdriness of life outside its borders. Like enchanted Brigadoon, except around here people didn’t randomly burst into song and dance. Or maybe they did and I just never noticed. 

Three lucky readers who comment on this blog will be randomly selected to win a personalized, autographed copy of my book, CRAZY LITTLE THING. Or I’ll send them  a copy of my next book, a Scottish historical romance titled, HIGHLAND SURRENDER! Their choice. Good luck and have a Crazy day!! 

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