Thirty-something Marissa Kincaid, with her two best friends Amy and Sharon, is co-creator of the popular Atlanta 'kiss-and-tell' website AtlantaTellAll.com. But while Amy's a happily married mom and Sharon's an actively dating single, Marissa--on the rebound from a cheating boyfriend--is leery about the subject of romance. Realizing she's dated cheaters ever since junior high-school, Marissa starts a brand new website whose sole purpose is to warn other women about "serial cheaters".
Yes, Marissa will name names and will have her revenge--or so she thinks. But as soon as she posts her first installment on her website TheGuyCheats.com, her first love Trenton Jackson phones. Will she still feel the same about him after all these years? Will he still feel the same about the fully-grown version of his teenaged beauty queen?
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1 . Kelley St. John Delivers Again
Posted January 05, 2010 by C Moody , BirminghamKelley has written several great books (Real Women Don't Wear Size 2), and this one is no different. It's a quick & easy contemporary read. You'll find yourself really cheering for Marissa & Trenton!
QUICK NOTE: The overview says Marissa's friends are Amy & Sharon...but her friends are actually Amy & Candi. I should know, since I'm Candi Moody. (I won a GET YOUR NAME IN A BOOK contest).
2 . Fun Read
Posted March 22, 2009 by Kay , Boise IdahoI really love Kelley St. John's stories, and this one is just as good.
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Excerpt from To Catch a Cheat by Kelley St. John
"Boxers or briefs?" Marissa Kincaid asked, keying in the information for this week's AtlantaTellAll poll. She peered over the top of her computer monitor and wiggled her brows at her two best friends and business partners. "Johnny Depp. What do you say, boxers or briefs?"
"It depends." Amy Brooks leaned her head against the back of the couch and fingered the tip of her brown ponytail with one hand, while her other palm caressed her son's back. Bo, her three-year-old, stuck his rump in the air as he slept peacefully against his mother's chest. "Johnny Depp," Amy whispered, her mouth curving into an extremely wistful, yet satisfied grin. "Oh yeah, it definitely depends." Smiling against Bo's blond curls, she crossed one long leg over the other and let her blue rhinestone-embellished flip-flop dangle from her foot. "You never can tell what a guy might be hiding beneath his jeans."
"You aren't even talking about Johnny Depp, are you?" Marissa challenged. "You're thinking about Landon." No doubt about it, Landon Brooks was one hot cowboy, and Amy rarely had a thought about any male that didn't somehow come back to her hubby.
"Well, yeah, I was." Amy kissed Bo's crown.
Candi Moody unclipped her hospital badge from the front of her blue scrubs, tucked it in her pocket, and yawned. "Okay. I'm sorry, but after the day I had at work, I really don't need to hear about the hunk you've got waiting at home. And what do you mean, it depends? It's a simple question, and you just have to give her an answer so we can finish this poll, then get some sleep. Some of us have day jobs, you know, and one of us hasn't slept in, oh, two days."
"I have a day job," Amy argued. "Full-time motherhood. And it's exciting, even more than designing sex toys."
Previously a designer of unique vibrators for Adventurous Accessories, Amy had decided to stay home and embrace motherhood with gusto the minute Bo was born. She put her all into motherhood the same way she put her all into her sex toy designs, one hundred percent, and she hadn't regretted the decision one iota. But like Marissa and Candi, Amy hoped their webzine would continue growing in subscribers and that her weekly sex advice column for the site would eventually pay off in spades.
So far, AtlantaTellAll had put a dab of cash in each of their pockets, but their readership was steadily increasing, and Marissa dreamed of the day when she could quit her computer-programming position completely and run the magazine. Then she could be her own boss, work from home, and--she shot a glance at the little boy in Amy's arms--perhaps have a little Bo of her own.
Candi mumbled, "Yeah, I guess you're right. You do have a day job, but at least yours takes a nap every now and then, and probably lets you do the same. Now, come on and give Marissa your answer. We've promised our readers that the polls will go up every Monday. In an hour, we've missed that goal for this week. Johnny Depp, boxers or briefs? Answer."
"I can't," Amy said. "Because it really does depend."
"On what?" Marissa questioned, softly drumming her fingertips against the lower portion of the keyboard while she waited for Amy's answer.
"If we're talking Johnny Depp in Edward Scissorhands, then I'd say definitely boxers, but if it's Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Caribbean, then briefs."
"A pirate wearing briefs? Are you serious?" Candi rubbed her eyelids with her fingertips then informed Marissa, "My answer is boxers, whether it's freaky Edward or yummy Jack Sparrow."
"Gotcha," Marissa said, stifling her laugh. "Okay, we're using Johnny in Pirates, and that rounds out our poll of ten."
Candi stretched her arms in a big V and yawned until her jaw popped. "I'm sleeping over. I'm too tired to drive home, and I'm not due back at the hospital until tomorrow night." She yanked the white scrunchie out of her hair and let her ponytail fall free. Long sandy hair, straight except for the circular indention from the scrunchie, fell past her shoulders as her body sagged back down against the couch. "Man, I hope we have fewer stat patients tomorrow night. Let's hope the fireworks have ended by then, totally. The Fourth of July is havoc on the ER. I can't take another day like today." Squinting through tired eyes, she asked, "Okay. Before I crash, go over the list one more time."
"Orlando Bloom, Brad Pitt, Adrian Grenier, Viggo Mortensen, Denzel Washington, Tom Cruise, Usher, Jake Gyllenhaal, Matthew McConaughey, and Johnny Depp--in Pirates of the Caribbean."
Each week, AtlantaTellAll.com's poll started with their answers, then other women logged on to the site and made their own selections, while a running total displayed the results throughout the week on the home page. Then the AtlantaTellAll message board allowed site visitors to discuss how they had voted and why, and all the while, the number of hits skyrocketed, and the price for advertisers steadily increased, since they priced ads based on site visits.