Relatively Crazy
by Ellen
Dye
GENRE: Women's
Fiction/Romance
BLURB:
On
her fortieth birthday housewife Wanda Jo Ashton is expecting her husband's
standard gift of an E and E from T-that being Elegant and Expensive from
Tiffany's. However, what she gets is the news that her formerly successful,
dependable corporate attorney husband is leaving her to pursue the rich life of
a kept man. Left with nothing she has no choice but to escape the San Francisco
area, with her sixteen-year-old daughter in tow and head toward the mountains
of West Virginia and the quirky family she left behind twenty years ago. Here
Wanda Jo must carve out a future, complete with career and home in the midst of
family feuds, computer phobias and the occasional homebrewing explosion before
she finally figures out life can indeed being again at forty.
Excerpt:
Okay, there is was. Looking no
different than twenty-two years ago. A small opening in the woods marked by a
gray, metal, utilitarian mailbox and a graveled trail that passed for a
driveway in these parts.
I was home. Oh God help me. Please.
I depressed the brake pedal, leaving
behind the paved surface and tried not to wince as what sounded like millions
of tiny gravel bits pinged against the underside of my car.
The azaleas lining the drive still
looked the same. The one at the very end caught my attention, I could have
sworn it jiggled. Oh no, it couldn’t be. Surely it was impossible now.
Suddenly the bush jumped in front of
the car.
I slammed on the brakes, pinning
Olivia to the seat with my outstretched arm. In the fashion of mothers
everywhere I was protecting my offspring from flying through the windshield by
crushing her windpipe while invoking the Maternal Arm.
I looked toward the hood and the
half-dozen bobbing azalea twigs in front. I sat resolved as they rose and wre
followed by an old pith helmet and a face which looked a bit older than I’d
remembered, although it was hard to tell precisely, given the layers of green
and black greasepaint. A body followed, dressed in a set of ancient Army
–issued fatigues.
“Gun,” Olivia croaked, pointing.
I simply nodded, there would be
plenty of time later for my daughter to find out exactly what was swimming
around in the waters of the gene pool from whence she’d sprung.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
At
the age of nine Ellen Dye decided she was going to be a writer when she found
her Aunt Nettie’s trunk of True Confessions magazines and spent untold hours
reading the lot, a bag of Munchos potato chips and a frosty RC Cola at her
side. Then, being nine, she promptly forgot all about it as she got lost in the
pesky business of growing up, And then one very lucky day she spotted a
confession magazine on the grocery store shelf and began to tap out her own
stories which were a delight to see published. Now she spends her days tapping
out her characters’ happily-ever-afters for The Wild Rose Press.
Visit
anytime at www.ellendye.com
Ellen
is always up for meeting new friends at Ellen Dye Author on Facebook
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3 comments:
Many thanks for hosting and also for those who dropped by :)
This sounds like a very interesting book, I'm looking forward to checking it out!
What was your favorite book growing up? Thanks for the giveaway. I hope that I win. Bernie Wallace BWallace1980(at)hotmail(d0t)com
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