A Few Lines from Finding Freedom by Betty Jo Schuler
Celeste Hart glared at the twenty-nine candles on her
birthday cake. She’d squandered her last fourteen birthday wishes asking for a
fairy tale romance, and her life still read like an instruction manual. The frog
she’d hoped would turn into a prince—God rest his soul—had been a cheating toad.
Leaning her hands on her glass-topped kitchen table, she puffed out her cheeks
and blew. I wish I’d meet a man who
would turn my life into a sizzling romance novel.
“Easy.” Marianne Joest raised an
auburn brow as she swiped cream frosting from her blouse with a manicured nail.
Closing her eyes, she sucked her fingertip. “Mm. Next best thing to an
orgasm.”
“My life is half over, I haven’t
made love in I - can’t - remember - when, and you talk about
orgasm?”
“Half over?” Marianne snorted. “And I
thought Susan was the drama queen.” She cut two slices of cake and handed
Celeste one.
Celeste shook her head. “It’s loaded
with fat.”
“Dammit, Cee. This is carrot cake, a
vegetable with frosting. You’re thin enough no matter what Harry said, and
twenty-nine isn’t the beginning of menopause.”
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