exit the groom...
Child psychologist Gwen Traynor has learned the hard way that "perfect" men aren't always what they seem. After being dumped the night before her wedding, she's understandably wary of diving back into the dating pool. But when she meets Alex Coughlin, she's convinced her luck is changing. He's smart, handsome, funny -- an ideal rebound guy. She doesn't intend to fall in love with him, but scintillating dates and mind-blowing physical chemistry have a way of winning a girl over.
enter the ex...
Just as things are heating up with Alex, Gwen meets her newest patient -- a precocious preschooler whose chaotic soap opera-actress of a mother, Harmony, sounds an awful lot like one of Alex's crazy ex-girlfriends. Mostly because she is one of Alex's crazy ex-girlfriends. Unfortunately for Gwen, Harmony has a secret that plunges them all into a real-life daytime drama, complete with sex, lies, and Vegas elopements. With Harmony determined to reunite with Alex and Gwen's ex-fiancé begging for a second chance, only one thing is certain:
New loves and old flames are an explosive combination.
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February 28, 2005
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Excerpt from Exes and Ohs by Beth Kendrick
The first time I ran into Dennis after the infamous nonwedding, I was wearing a coffee-stained tank top, no makeup, and baggy red track pants that made my ass look as big as Montana. I ordered a double espresso, collected my change, turned around to grab a napkin, and lo and behold, there was the man who'd "needed to talk" after our rehearsal dinner six months before.
I should have known this day was coming. UCLA is a big campus, but the medical plaza is a small world.
It was not good. We gaped at each other, both of us mute and rooted to the sun-bleached concrete. His gaze slid away from mine, so I focused on the small blue name tag pinned to his white coat: DR. D. SCHELL. We were standing, fittingly, in The Bomb Shelter, which is the caf adjacent to the med school.
The silence between us stretched into eons. Stars flared up and extinguished in the heavens. Species evolved and died out. It became tragically apparent that the Big One was not going to hit right now, swallow me up into the San Andreas Fault, and save me from the raw humiliation of this moment. I had to say something. Anything.
"How's Lisa " Those are the words that actually came out of my mouth.
He startled when I said her name. "She's good. She's...you know."
I nodded at his left hand, which, although tan and sprinkled with thin dark hair, remained ringless. "Still not married "
"No." He scuffed at the ground.
"Good to know. And actually, as long as we're on the subject, I still have a few bills I could use some help with. As you know." I smiled at him, sweetly. The expression on his face suggested that I had sprouted pointy, glistening fangs. "The photographer, mostly. The engagement ring paid for the jazz band and the catering, and I sold the bridesmaids' gowns on eBay, but I took a loss, so..."