Hi Manic Followers! It’s so cool to see you again today for the BIG Reveal. I don’t want to take a lot of your time today so let’s cut to the chase.
Divorced White Female: Back in the Game
It’s New Year’s Eve and Lylah has decided it’s time for her new beginning. She’s healed from her divorce and she’s ready for a new relationship. She doesn’t want to go to the reunion alone next year, again. Her friends are only too willing to introduce her to their single friends, the pushy and predatory David, and the playboy Paul but neither offer her what she’s looking for. She quickly learns the need for ground rules and boundaries and, though she’s not great at it, she gets lots of practice putting them into use. With her best college friends, June, Terry, and Pam, and her work buddy Salvatore at her side this should be easy, shouldn’t it?
Divorced White Female will be posted on its own website so that subscribers will get only DWF chapter updates, and a single update when one book ends and a new one is about to begin. The website will be launched in 1 week and Lylah will begin telling you her story on Jan 6. As Manic Followers, and visitors, you can subscribe today and get in early! For now here’s an excerpt to tease you.
Chapter 1 excerpt
It’s midnight on New Year’s Eve. I’m standing in the middle of Pam’s living room waiting for the New Year, and the new me, to begin. Every corner of Pam’s house glows, lighted garland festoons doorways and windows. Pam’s typically formal living room is a fairy land, lit by candles and Christmas lights. It gives a magical aura to the usually formal room. It’s full but not crowded. There’s ample of room for Pam and Ben’s hundred or so guests to spread out in their country house.
People cluster in groups of five and six, chattering, and sipping champagne. They’re watching the clock, waiting for the magic hour. That moment when we count down the last seconds of this year and usher in the new one with a cheer. Pam and Ben are making the rounds with their guests, smiling and cheerful as always. June and Terry, just returned from a trip to the ladies room, no doubt, wave to me from across the room and make their way towards me smiling. I wave back and laugh at them when they are waylaid by friends who want to hug them and wish them a happy New Years..
I almost expect my fairy godmother to appear over my head, wave her wand and remove the pain of the last eight years from my mind so I can start fresh. I’m ready to get on with my life, stop wallowing in the pain of the past, but, in the back of my mind, I know it’s never that easy. And I don’t believe in fairy godmothers.
The chords of Auld Lang Syne play through the room at the appointed hour and I embrace the moment with a deep breath. Whatever this year brings I will accept it and make the best of it. I stumble as a balding man with a substantial belly parks himself in front of me for his midnight kiss. I desperately hope that the old wives tale “what are you doing at midnight is what you’ll do all year” isn’t true. His breath smells of cheap stale beer and cigarettes and makes me think of Newton. I’m so lost in the memory that I wonder when Newton gained weight until reality intrudes. I’m sure his mouth will taste like an ashtray that’s been rinsed out in day old beer so I turn my head and let him kiss my cheek. His stubbly lips scratch at my cheek and make me glad I didn’t get any closer. I’m not willing to risk the superstition. Tonight, I need all the luck I can get.
He snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me closer. “Don’t be shy, love.”
The stale cigarette odor engulfs me, making me gag and cough. Newton swims through my mind again. He used to smoke, early on in our relationship. I liked the smell on him and never minded when he kissed me. Though I think he stopped kissing me around the time he quit which should have been a warning or something-.
I smile nervously up at the man who’s trapped me in his arms and wonder why I couldn’t have spun the midnight wheel and gotten some buff young stud instead.
“I’ve a hotel room we could sneak off to. It’s in the city. Bright lights and all, won’t you come see it?” His breath turns my stomach and I fight back another gag. He’s inviting me to the city as if I’ve never been so he must not know that I live there. Sweat glistens on his forehead and it glows in the twinkling light. “Name’s David. What’s yours?”
“I have to go find my friends.” I squirm out of his grip, tipsy from all the champagne Pam’s offered me tonight, teeter on my heels and turn to leave.
“Nappy Hew Years!” June appears behind me yelling over the chaos of conversation and music in the room. She clinks her full glass with my almost empty one. “You need more champagne!” She messily pours some of her own into my glass and then raises it for a toast.
I grin at her and raise my glass. I know she’s tipsy, I can see it in her eyes. I’m sure no one else does, outside our inner circle and her husband, Jerry. She’s the coolest drunk I’ve ever met. Her dark hair is braided, resting heavily on her shoulders, and cascade to her mid-back. June’s skin is flawless as always, and her brown eyes twinkle with the excitement of the night. June and I were not instant friends the way Terry and Pam were. We all met in our freshman year but I was a junior before I warmed up to her. Now I wonder how I ever didn’t love her.
“I see you met David! Jerry wanted to introduce you.”
The air in the room thickens as I realize that David is the guy Jerry’s been talking about since Thanksgiving. His roommate from the years he spent at university in England. He’s moving to the US for a job and they couldn’t wait to introduce me. I wish they had waited, or just not done it at all. I don’t know how to tell Jerry he’s definitely not my type without hurting his feelings. From the look on June’s face, she doesn’t realize it either.
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Peace out- Ann, the Manic Writer
Thanks: Endless thanks go out to all the people who have stepped up and helped me put this project together; my beta readers, my editor (who happens to be my sister also), the amazing Sharon Lipman of Fantasia Covers, who designed the covers and banners for the website and my husband who has listened to me talk about this project endlessly. I couldn’t have done it without them.