I recently read a book by an author I have never read before and without it being a recommendation. This doesn't often happen.
Carolyn Jewel's Scandal was the perfect break from the line of books I have been reading. (I am addicted to Jane Ann Krentz right now.)
Ms. Jewel has some wonderful advice for writers on her webpage that I reference all of the time. In return for her information I thought it only fair that I purchase one of her books. Scandal was my fist Carolyn Jewel purchase, but most certainly will not be the last. I plan to read My Forbidden Desire when I am done with my current read. I also look forward to viewing her backlist.
My oldest is, for the most part, potty trained. This is great news because I had two in diapers for over two years. My diaper bill was cut in half. Woo, who! Another benefit is that my assembly line just got shorter. You see, I do in-home day care and so for over two years, Monday thru Friday, I had four children, all under three years old, in diapers. That’s a lot of poop!
Now to the point of my story…..
I’m standing in my kitchen doing dishes and I look out the window to watch my children play. My oldest is bent over with her dress pulled up to her chin and her bare bum sticking out in the breeze. Through the window I say, “No! Don’t go potty outside. Get in here.” (We have a dog and she thinks it is magic when her pee disappears into the grass. NO! We don’t encourage this behavior.)
By the time I get outside she has put her dress back in place, raises her arms in the air and chimes “I did it mommy, I did it!" with an ever pround grin spread across her face. I look down and she had dropped a load right there in our back yard.
Here is a blip that might give you an idea about what the book is about.
Andy and Kent are wildly in love. The-I wish I had it. That never happens. Send tingles down my spine- kind of love. It all happened by chance and in a fly by the seat of your pants fashion.
When Andy dies, all she knows is that she hasn’t had enough. She tells heaven to go to hell and stays with Kent. While in the process of “haunting” Kent she gets herself locked in sweltering cars, smell-bad bathrooms and even resorts to crawling through a doggy door, that’s right, a doggy door, to get into Kent’s house. Being a ghost isn’t all it is cracked up to be. Kent has no idea she’s there.
Her first glimmer of hope comes when Summer, a pseudo body snatcher, introduces herself to Andy and shows her some tricks of the trade.