When Marianne Larson uncovers a truth about her marriage, she sets out to change the course of her life, finding herself along the way. But that journey doesn’t come easy as her mother and daughter decide to take a ride of their own–a ride that just might change all of their lives.
While discovering secrets, lies, and the truth about men & dating, three generations and three very different personalities recreate their lives and strengthen their female bond. But what they find might just be what they knew all along…
This book does well in romantic comedy, but has not broken out into women's fiction.
Marianne Larson stood before the apartment door of her husband’s latest fling with his two suitcases in hand, determined, scared, and mad as hell. Birds twittered happy songs in the early spring afternoon in North Dallas, but it could have been a death dirge for all she cared.
Like an overcooked steak, she felt fried, burnt to a crisp, and emotionally overdone. She had finally let go of the idea that marriage is forever. Each breath she took felt like a fifty-pound bowling ball resting on her chest.
Marianne dropped the two bulging suitcases onto the concrete walk and waited for the constable to step out of sight. She shoved her blonde hair away from her face, yanked back her shoulders, and lifted her shaking fingers to the doorbell.
Her new life was about to begin.
A shadow filled the peephole, and hushed, panicked voices echoed from inside the apartment. The door opened as far as the security chain allowed.
A blonde woman peeked through the gap with a too-wide, fake smile. Marianne blinked in disbelief at the girl’s thigh high boots, clinging thong, and bustier. A leather whip gripped in her hand, the perfect accessory to her dominatrix outfit.
“Marianne! What a surprise.”
For a moment, Marianne stared, stunned, before hysterical laughter bubbled up from deep within her. She recognized the girl from the company picnic, but leather? Whips?
At her laughter, the girl’s russet eyes darkened.
“Yes, a surprise for both of us. I never knew Daniel was into…” Marianne stumbled over the word “…games.” She gathered her wits. “I brought Daniel his clothes.”
Daniel’s reddened face appeared in the doorway, his body hidden by his dominatrix. “Marianne, what are you doing here?”
“We’re done.”
