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"If Singletreeβs only florist didnβt deliver her posies
half-drunk, I might still be married to that floor-licking,
scum-sucking, receptionist-nailing hack-accountant, Mike
Terwilliger."
Lacey Terwilligerβs shock and humiliation over her husbandβs
philandering prompt her to add some bonus material to Mikeβs
company newsletter: stunning Technicolor descriptions of the
special brand of "administrative support" his receptionist
gives him. The detailed mass e-mail to Mikeβs family,
friends, and clients blows up in her face, and before one
can say "instant urban legend," Lacey has become the pariah
of her small Kentucky town, a media punch line, and the
defendant in Mikeβs defamation lawsuit.
Her seemingly perfect life up in flames, Lacey retreats to
her familyβs lakeside cabin, only to encounter an
aggravating neighbor named Monroe. A hunky crime novelist
with a low tolerance for drama, Monroe is not thrilled about
a newly divorced woman moving in next door. But with time,
beer, and a screen door to the nose, a cautious friendship
develops into something infinitely more satisfying.
Lacey has to make a decision about her long-term living
arrangements, though. Should she take a job writing caustic
divorce newsletters for paying clients, or move on with her
own life, pursuing more literary aspirations? Can she find
happiness with a man who tells her what he thinks and not
what she wants to hear? And will she ever be able to resist
saying one . . . last . . . thing?
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