Since opening up their day spa, The Haven, the wonderful women of the Hot Flash Club have been busy indulging the beleaguered, nerve-frazzled throngs. Now, in Nancy Thayer's hilarious new Hot Flash novel, it's the friends-- turn to grab some soothing, and much-deserved R&R.
When a long-time Haven client asks the gals to housesit her Nantucket hideaway for the summer, they're beyond thrilled; the cozy island enclave is the perfect place to shop, swim, chill, and plan Marilyn's upcoming wedding to Ian, her Scottish fianc--. And Marilyn desperately needs the break, since Ian's grown son has crashed at the couple's place with no departure date in sight.
Who knew that housesitting on Nantucket one summer would create such chaos for the indomitable members of the Hot Flash Club Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information. -- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.
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July 10, 2006
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Excerpt from The Hot Flash Club Chills Out by Nancy Thayer
Faye released the tiebacks on her bedroom curtains. With a silky whisper, the heavy, luxurious panels fell together, blocking out the night, turning her bedroom into a private chamber. Crossing the room, she folded back the floral quilt, exposing the crisply ironed ivory linen sheets. She plumped the already puffy pillows, leaning them invitingly against the headboard.
She paused, listening. Aubrey was still in the bathroom. Always fastidious, she knew he would be especially particular with his grooming tonight.
Tonight they would make love for the first time.
She didn't want to be caught admiring herself, but her full-length cheval mirror invited her to appreciate her appearance. The curves of her voluptuous body were enhanced by the drape of her silk nightgown. The slenderest of straps supported a bodice of exquisite lace dipping to reveal her full breasts. The loose cut allowed the material to skim the rest of her body without emphasizing her other bulges. She'd kept her long white hair in the low chignon she often wore--she was planning, at some appropriate moment, perhaps when she was on top of Aubrey, to reach up with both arms and remove the barrette, so that her hair would tumble down around her shoulders, just as it did on the heroines in romance novels.
Bringing her face closer to the mirror, she inspected a freckle on her nose. In spite of her straw hat, the work she'd done in her garden had let the spring sun darken the small, pea-sized blemish. Because it was on the same level as her eyes, it gave her the unfortunate appearance of having three eyes, so she'd had it lasered off a few years ago, even though it wasn't precancerous. Now she'd have to do it again. Taken with all the other changes on her face and body, it made her look not just older, but peculiar.
Water ran in the bathroom. Faye squinted at the mirror. She wore the beautiful gold filigree necklace Aubrey had given her for Christmas this December. Should she remove it? She never wore jewelry to bed. But then, she hadn't gone to bed for this purpose for years. The necklace was very pretty, lying against her chest. It led the eye down to her bosom. She'd leave it on.