A Perfect Life?
Claire Quinn has a perfect ife–in her dreamsIn reality, she has an advertising job headed for permanent entry-level, a pricey apartment and a rat of a boyfriend. So now she has to make her wish come true.But she can get this figured out, right? She just has to hit on the plan and her life will get better. Good thing she has the Chickateers–her loyal girlfriends who regularly dish on their love lives, but never snivel! With their smart-ass outlooks and cheeky advice guiding her, how can she go wrong?Except that it turns out her ad exec mentor is a closet lecher, her new roommate is a little, uh, wild and the cute guy who just captured her attention? He's got a no-attachments, no-regrets mantra that doesn't fit the plan.Looks as if she's going to have to stop following her own advice.
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Dear Reader,
Here’s me at a recent Perfectionists Anonymous meeting: Hi, I’m Dawn, and I’m a perfectionist….No, wait, that’s not quite it. I’m overly goal oriented…? No. Status quo challenged…? Nope. Capable of ironing my lingerie? Close…
You get the idea. Been there, done that yourself? I hope so. Like Claire, I’ve made a few wrong turns in my life (and that’s just finding the exit to my doctor’s office) and I’ve learned to shrug and move on—or out, as the case may be. (Did you know a gynecologist’s office can have seventeen different doors…some of which should definitely lock?)
Now, where was I? Oh, yes, perfection. I say, fugedaboutit. I just do the best I can to tell the stories of the characters who come to me in the night (many of them lost).
You know what helps a lot? Friends. My friends tell the best stories about me. Don’t even think about asking them to share. I give reeeally expensive presents, so they’d never squeal.
Enjoy Claire’s story and watch for my next book at www.dawnatkins.com!
Love and laughs forever,
Dawn Atkins
P.S. Please write to me—[email protected]!
“So, how about going out with me?”
Kyle was asking her out? Claire had definitely not seen this coming. He stood there looking uncertain what to say next.
He was kind of sweet. And, really, it was a good idea to get dating again. Maybe Kyle didn’t give her a zing, but then she’d just broken up with the ex, so her zinger was still numb, right? And the over-the-top Trip zing? Champagne-induced, of course.
“Sure. We could do something,” she said, rushing to ease his nervousness. “Anything you want. Whatever you enjoy.”
“Oh. Well, I, uh, do have season tickets to the symphony.”
“The symphony would be lovely.” The symphony? Hello? The symphony was for blue hairs who toddled over after the early-bird prime rib special at Beefeaters. It was mature, though. And adult. And didn’t she want a mature, adult life? This was exactly what she needed. The encounter with Trip had helped her move on. And now she could start a sensible relationship with Kyle. This could be perfect.
Too bad about the zing, though.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Dawn Atkins wanted to be a writer the minute she put fat pencil to thick-lined school paper. After years of being known for her “offbeat humor” (read “she’s Looney Tunes”), becoming a published romantic comedy author made Dawn Atkins feel as if she’d come home…to the funny farm. (And she means that in a good way). After all, her likely response to her husband’s and son’s heartfelt “I love you,” is “I love…cake!” What’s love without laughter, she asks? And what if the Hokey-Pokey really is what it’s all about? Dawn has been a teacher, freelance feature writer and a public relations person. She lives in Arizona with her husband and son.
Books by Dawn Atkins
HARLEQUIN TEMPTATION
871—THE COWBOY FLING
895—LIPSTICK ON HIS COLLAR
945—ROOM…BUT NOT BORED!
HARLEQUIN DUETS
77—ANCHOR THAT MAN!
91—WEDDING FOR ONE/
TATTOO FOR TWO
HARLEQUIN BLAZE
93—FRIENDLY PERSUASION
To my editor, Wanda Ottewell,
who believed in this story—and me—from the start.
Acknowledgments
I love Phoenix—especially downtown—but readers who know the area will realize that most of the locations in this book are imaginary, though they may be inspired by a real bar or building. I hope I’ve given you an authentic feel for the place. Ziggie’s, by the way, is real, and an absolutely terrific music store.
Contents
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“SO, CLAIRE QUINN, it says on this card you’re in love. That right?”
“Huh?” Claire pressed the phone to her ear and squinted at her bedside clock, wondering who the hell was calling about her love life at 7:15 a.m. This early, she hardly knew her own name.
“Frank and Phil here, Radio K-BUZ, double-eleven on your dial,” the lush voice answered. “How are you this fine morning? On the one-week countdown to Valentine’s Day.”
“Asleep,” she mumbled. “And you?”
“Oh, we’re just fine. But not as fine as you’re going to be.”
“Why is that? And how did you get my name?” She never listened to K-BUZ, which was easy-listening elevator music for fortysomethings. She jerked to a sit. “Wait. Am I on the air?”
“You bet your sweet, um, heart you’re on the air. You’re on our Morning Madness Show, where you’ve been selected as today’s ‘Someone Loves Me’ winner.”
“I’ve been selected? I’m a winner?” She vaguely recalled her friend Kitty laughingly dropping Claire’s business card into a fishbowl plastered with radio call letters at Vito’s Bistro after lunch two weeks ago, when she’d first told her friend that she and Jared were in love.
Claire was not the radio contest type, but then she’d never been in love before, either, so Kitty’s gesture had seemed the perfect ending to their lunch, during which Claire had talked nonstop—from the focaccia bread through the blackened mahi-mahi salads to the decaf mocha lattes and fat-free flan—about how Jared was the perfect man for her about-to-be-perfect life. Maybe not perfect, but you had to set your sights high, right?
