Pretty Dolls and Hand Grenades (paperback)












ISBN Digital: 978-1-5092-0585-1
ISBN Print: 978-1-5092-0584-4
Page Count: 342
Word Count: 87935
Rating: Spicy (PG13)
MSRP: 16.99


Thirty-something, Cecelia Laramie, strives for excellence like the other housewives in her quiet suburban neighborhood. Cece’s a bit eccentric with her elaborate doll collection and bouts of OCD, so when she finds out her well-to-do husband is misbehaving, she decides to nip it in the bud—with a baseball bat.

Getting revenge on her husband for his indiscretions becomes Cece’s newest obsession, but when another jilted housewife joins her cause, things go awry. Cece’s cutthroat accomplice pushes her to commit crimes throughout Manhattan, sabotaging her husband’s real estate business. When her counterpart introduces deadly weapons into the mix, Cece knows she's in over her head.

Cece’s a bundle of nerves; she’s a housewife, not a terrorist. Her new partner is nothing but trouble, but if the mysterious woman can help her reclaim her old life, Cece’s in. She just hopes their crazy antics don't land her a spot in prison first.

 

Rating: Spicy (PG13)
Page Count: 342
Word Count: 87935
978-1-5092-0584-4 Paperback
978-1-5092-0585-1 Digital

Excerpt:

Panting now, I couldn’t help thinking about the eruption of clapping at Mitchell’s words as if he’d said nothing wrong. My mind retreated back to the crowd of dark suits and dresses rising in standing ovation, as I remained seated in a special state of confusion. What? Who was he calling an amazing woman he could not live without? She did his dry cleaning? I did his dry cleaning and hand-pressed many-a-dress shirt. What was she doing touching his shirts?
 I sensed an obvious discomfort at my banquet table. The wife next to me raised her eyebrows and gave me an open-mouthed, super-smile, which said, “Yes, that was inappropriate for him to say, and yes, we all noticed.”
All the color must’ve drained from my face as I remembered locking eyes with Mitchell amid the applause before he darted behind the big black curtain. His eyes said, Fuck you.
She was only his assistant, right? Was I overreacting? Was he genuinely indebted to her or was he purposely trying to disrespect me?
My ears were ringing now and my head was going to explode. I’d had migraines before, but this was the mother of all migraines. I shut my eyes and splashed a little water on my face, trying to quell the fire in my head.
When I opened my eyes I saw a woman.
I wasn’t alone.




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