Fiona’s Fury
Roxy Blue
Publication date: March 12th 2024
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense
This chilling but hysterically sardonic thrill-ride is hard to put down. Smart, sexy, and deeply revelatory, it will send you on an enthralling emotional journey you won’t forget.
Fiona Turner, CEO of Fiona’s Flowers floral shop, hasn’t the time nor inclination to bother with men until she finally meets the face on the other end of the phone. Having remained friends, she never suspected her ex-husband, Quade, would morph into a terrifying, controlling, law-bending monster. When Fiona exhibits the first signs of wanting to move on in life, he threatens to take everything from her. A long weekend at a conference answers all of Fiona’s questions about floral supplier, Bo Thompson, except how she can possibly have him. She’ll never know what she’s missing unless she risks everything for love.
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Excerpt:
I drive through the Whippy Dip to grab a little soft serve, my idea of therapy, on my way back to the store.
“Hello.” I answer a call from Quade, who’s undoubtedly checking to see how things went at the Om.
“Hey Cookie, how did it go?”
“Okay.”
“Just okay?”
It instantly breaks my heart to hear him sound so disappointed.
“Pretty good actually. Really good. I feel much better now. Thanks so much for that, sweetie,” I answer almost honestly as I slurp in the flavors of my butterscotch vanilla twist cone.
“Ah...well that’s a relief. It wasn’t cheap.”
Why is it that Quade, a bankruptcy lawyer and virtual bottomless pit of money, always finds it necessary to let me know how much he’s spent on me?
“So...did you not really wanna spend a few bucks for me to go to a holistic art therapy mindfulness movement class? Cause you know, you didn’t have to spend it, and I didn’t have to go.” Now he’s got me bristling.
“No, Cookie, honey...listen. I want you to go. I want what’s best for you and I know how much you need this.”
“Well we don’t have to keep—”
“No, I’m sorry I said anything. I’m so happy for you doing this.”
A dysfunctional silence falls between us until he changes the subject.
“So how’s everything going with your new flower girl?”
“Good. I think. Really good maybe.”
“You sound hesitant.”
“No, it’s just that she’s actually more qualified than what I was initially looking for.”
“Really? I thought you said she was new at this.”
“Well she is. That’s the thing...she’s like, really fast or something. She’s already better than Laura and Faye put together, and you know how experienced they are.”
“She sounds perfect then, right?” Quade is still on to my sense of reservation.
“Yeah. But in all honesty, she knows she’s too talented to be mindlessly assembling pre-designed bouquets for the showroom, so she kind of does her own thing here and there.
And I totally appreciate everything she’s doing. I just feel like I need to keep an eye on her.”
“Hey, honey, this is your perfect opportunity to practice what we’ve been talking about, right?
Letting go of micromanaging everything and everyone around you.”
“I know. You’re right,” I say with some emotional fatigue, but no resentment. He is right. For a change.
“Of course I’m right Cookie. Help yourself by letting others help you.”
I’m really rolling my eyes at that one.
“I’ve gotta grab this call. Talk to you soon,” he says before bailing off the line.
‘Of course I’m right Cookie’...how dare he patronize me. I’ve known Quade for almost twenty years and have never once told him that I could squash him like a bug. His friendship is everything, but at the same time he’s so miniscule that I feel like driving over him with a steamroller. I yank open the door of Fiona’s Flowers in full rage mode, ready to storm in, see to whatever needs to be done before close, and then get out quickly before I bite some poor, undeserving employee’s head off. So much for the Om, and ice cream. All that good is out the window after five minutes on the phone with my sweet, generous, loving, make-me-wanna-puke ex-husband.
Author Bio:
Raised in the South and transplanted to a midwestern New Age community, Roxy Blue writes about the types of down-to-earth characters that dispel the notion of romance being rubbish. After thirteen years as an exotic dancer, she developed a rare autoimmune arthritis that gave her an excuse to settle down and focus more on writing, although she still hoopdances and hikes on the good days. Roxy lives in Asheville, NC with the kind of hunk she likes to read about, and their two ridiculous cats.
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2 comments:
This sounds like a good book.
I just love this coffee cup.
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