Practice Makes Perfect












ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-621-7
ISBN Print: 978-1-62830-620-0
Page Count: 262
Word Count: 68850
Rating: Spicy

A Romantic Comedy



Married and so much in love, Taylor and Rick enjoy a perfect marriage, with a great relationship both in bed and out of it — except Taylor finds it impossible to overlook her 6'3" ex-football-player husband's obsession with medical books, doctors’ websites, and vitamin consumption. She is driven to change Rick's bizarre hypochondria (she calls it the Capital H) by concocting weird tricks that get him sidetracked. She fears Rick will become so consumed by his problem he will self-destruct, while she wants a baby and he says he isn't ready. He also claims he’s allergic to all kinds of pets, yet when Taylor impulsively rescues an Old English Sheepdog from certain death at the pound, conservative Rick ends up running naked through the woods in a thunderstorm looking for the runaway dog.
Opposites attract—but is the laughter and passion they share in their mixed-up marriage enough to save the day?

Excerpt:

The sound of Rick’s game echoed faintly all over the house, and his occasional yelp of dismay or Bronx cheer put a smile on her face as she dusted and cleaned. She popped him a gigantic bowl of buttered popcorn and put a beer on the end table. The only time he indulged. He claimed soft drinks ate out your insides and beer dulled the senses. She supposed he was right, but she didn’t have his willpower. She loved potato chips, corn chips, pretzels, dips—anything a bona fide food junky would find necessary to life and the pursuit of happiness.

After she finished up the house, she went into the bedroom and stretched out on the bed, deciding to read. She dozed off and woke to a silent house. Rick was nowhere in sight. Then she heard a noise in the bathroom. She knocked lightly and, when there was no answer, pushed open the door. There sat Rick with some kind of monstrous harness around his neck and a cord going from that up and over the shower enclosure. Against the wall of the shower hung a big dangling bladder of what must be water.

“What the hell?”

He looked sheepish. Not to mention ridiculous. “I just thought I’d give this a try and see if it worked before I told you about it. It’s from the chiropractor and designed to help straighten your spine and neck in case your vertebras start to curve. Plus I get a neck spasm sometimes from work.”

“The only curved vertebra you have is in your head! For a minute I thought you were hanging yourself because your team lost.” She turned on her heel and slammed the door behind her.




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