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Today, we're shining the bookish spotlight on a recent release via Sourcebooks! It's the latest from author Carolyn Brown and if the last one I read by her was any indication (THE PERFECT DRESS), you don't want to miss it. So, without further ado, let's get the spotlight ready for today's book of choice...
The Shop on Main Street
by
Carolyn Brown
Sourcebooks
About the book....
Steel Magnolias meets The Ya Ya Sisterhood from New York Times bestseller Carolyn Brown
Carlene Lovelle, owner of Bless My Bloomers lingerie shop, has everything she's ever wanted: a loving husband, a successful small town business, and great friends who never disappoint.
However, that all changes when Carlene finds a pair of sexy red panties in her husband's briefcase.She knows exactly who those panties belong to—they were purchased from her very own shop.
Carlene is shocked. Her marriage is over, her life in a tailspin. She's humiliated, upset and heartbroken, but it's time to move on to the anger stage of grieving.
Carlene finds that she has all she needs as the ladies of this small town rally around and teach her that revenge is a dish best served red-hot.
(Previously published as The Red-Hot Chili Cook-Off and A Heap of Texas Trouble.)
Carlene Lovelle, owner of Bless My Bloomers lingerie shop, has everything she's ever wanted: a loving husband, a successful small town business, and great friends who never disappoint.
However, that all changes when Carlene finds a pair of sexy red panties in her husband's briefcase.She knows exactly who those panties belong to—they were purchased from her very own shop.
Carlene is shocked. Her marriage is over, her life in a tailspin. She's humiliated, upset and heartbroken, but it's time to move on to the anger stage of grieving.
Carlene finds that she has all she needs as the ladies of this small town rally around and teach her that revenge is a dish best served red-hot.
(Previously published as The Red-Hot Chili Cook-Off and A Heap of Texas Trouble.)
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Some men are just
born stupid. Some don’t get infected until later in life, but
they’ll all get a case of it sometime. It’s in their DNA and
can’t be helped.
Carlene could
testify with her right hand raised to God and the left on the Good
Book that her husband, Lenny, had been born with the disease and it
had worsened with the years. Proof was held between her thumb and
forefinger like a dead rat in the form of a pair of bikini underwear.
They damn sure didn’t belong to her. Hell’s bells, she couldn’t
get one leg in those tiny little things. And they did not belong to
Lenny, either. Even if he had become an overnight cross- dresser, his
ass wouldn’t fit into that skimpy pair of under- britches, not even
if he greased himself down with bacon drippings.
They were bright
red with a sparkling sequin heart sewn on the triangular front.
They’d come with a matching corset with garter straps and fishnet
hose. Carlene recognized them, because she’d designed the outfit
herself at her lingerie shop, Bless My Bloomers. They belonged to a
petite, size- four brunette with big brown eyes who had giggled and
pranced when she saw herself in the mirror wearing the getup.
Carlene jumped when
her cell phone rang. The ring tone said it was Lenny, but she was
still speechless, staring at the scrap of satin in her hand.
She dropped to her
knees on the carpet and bent forward into a tight ball, her blond
hair falling over her face. She felt as if someone had kicked her
firmly in the gut and she couldn’t breathe. In a few seconds she
managed a sitting position, wrapped her arms around her midsection,
and sucked in air, but it burned her lungs. The noise that came forth
from her chest sounded like a wounded animal caught in a trap. Tears
would have washed some of the pain away but they wouldn’t flow from
her burning green eyes. Finally, she got control of the dry heaves
and managed to pull herself up out of the heap of despair. Dear God,
what was she going to do?
The brunette who’d
bought the red- satin outfit had told her that she and her sugar
daddy were going to Vegas, and she wanted something that would make
him so hot he’d be ready to buy her an engagement ring. What was
her name? Bailey? Brenda? No, something French, because Carlene
remembered asking her about it. Bridget…that was it! Bridget had
been to Vegas with Lenny. On how many other trips had he taken a
bimbo with him and how many of them had been ten or fifteen years
younger— and a size four, for God’s sake?
In seconds, the
phone rang again. She picked it up and said, “Hello.” Her voice
sounded like it was coming from the bottom of a well or, maybe, a
sewer pipe.
“Carlene, I left
my briefcase in my office. I slept on the sofa to keep from waking
you, since I got in so late last night. Bring it to me before you go
to work, and hurry. There’s a contract in it that I need and the
people will be here to sign in ten minutes. I’ll hold them off with
coffee until you get here.”
No good- bye.
No thank you,
darlin’.
Not even a please.
Did he talk to
Bridget like that?
Anger joined shock
and pain as she dropped the panties back in the briefcase and then
removed the little card she’d made for him to find that morning.
She’d written that she was sorry she had fallen asleep before he
got home and that she’d make it up to him that night with champagne
and wild sex. She stood up, straightening to her full statuesque
height of just a couple of inches under the six- foot mark. Damn that
sorry bastard to hell. How could he do this to her?
***
Excerpted from The Shop on Main
Street by Carolyn Brown. © 2019 by Carolyn Brown. Used with
permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks Casablanca, an imprint of
Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.
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About the author...
Carolyn Brown is a New York Times, USA Today, Publisher’s Weekly, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author and a RITA finalist with more than ninety published books. Her genres include romance, history, cowboys and country music, and contemporary mass-market paperbacks. She and her husband live in the small town of Davis, Oklahoma, where everyone knows everyone else, knows what they are doing and when . . . and reads the local newspaper every Wednesday to see who got caught. They have three grown children and enough grandchildren to keep them young.
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