In this comedic tale of dysfunction and misadventure, Veronica moves to Seal Beach, California, where a love triangle and blackmail scheme have her backed into a corner. But it's the ill-conceived book, The Valentine State, that threatens to leave the charming, yet roguish characters high and dry. By letting fringe-friends into her life for the summer, Billy the handyman/small time drug dealer and Liz, the model waiting for a break--she found a diversion until accidental crime was on her sandy doorstep. "Laugh out loud funny and devilishly witty, I found myself both cringing and rooting for...
In this comedic tale of dysfunction and misadventure, Veronica moves to Seal Beach, California, where a love triangle and blackmail scheme have her ba...
Desperate to save her home from foreclosure, suburban housewife, Veronica Bennett, attempts a con-job while balancing inattentive husband, delinquent teen and celebrity lover. Sexy, funny, touchingly poignant, turn pages as passions rise and the clock ticks toward Midnight, December 31st. Is it really a con-job or just the romantic fantasy of our protagonist? She places an ad in a high-end magazine: "Happy New Year, Darling Plan now for a fantasy dream come true. Bring in the New Year at a lavish resort but don't stop there. Spoiled in luxury, you will be joined by your estranged lover. You...
Desperate to save her home from foreclosure, suburban housewife, Veronica Bennett, attempts a con-job while balancing inattentive husband, delinquent ...
Why do I suppose my life is fascinating enough to write about? Love? Hmm, between my mom, dad and myself, we've racked up thirteen marriages-if not romantic, certainly optimistic. Regret? Well, if embarrassing, eye-squinting, throat closing, breathless, cringing describes it...I've got a few tales to tell, like budget plastic surgery and herding roaches at a party. Accidental nudity? My nudity is about as spontaneous as a space shuttle launch-even so, there's still the unexpected.
Why do I suppose my life is fascinating enough to write about? Love? Hmm, between my mom, dad and myself, we've racked up thirteen marriages-if not ro...