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Always MR. Wrong
Tonight was all about me, Clare Darby, moving on. Well, actually, it was all about my best friend Jess’s cheese and wine party. Her Ladies Circle was raising money for sick children. Or was it animals? I’m not sure which. To be honest I hadn’t taken much notice when Jess invited me. All I could think about was how, although it had been eight months since my divorce, it had been over a year since I’d got myself dressed up, gone out and engaged in adult conversation.
For weeks now I had been feeling restless. I couldn’t quite put my finger on why. I had a good job as a midwife at St. Andrews teaching hospital. Twice a week I went to the gym with my girlfriends to Tums and Bums. Afterwards, sweaty and knackered, we would indulge in a couple of glasses of wine and gossip at the bar next door. My finances were in order; I had a wonderful home, a perfect daughter, and a caring family. So what in the world was wrong with me?
Then two weeks ago, even though it was the middle of October, my seven-year-old daughter, Olivia, pondered over her Christmas letter to Santa. For a seven-year-old, she is very methodical, a chromosome she has inherited from her father. Unfortunately, her father’s meticulous discipline ceased when it came to fidelity. Before she wrote her letter she made two lists, presents she desperately wanted and presents she would like, but not imperative. Finally, lists cross-checked and narrowed down to one main present and a handful of smaller ones, she asked what I really wanted for Christmas. She would like to add it to her letter.
“You never ask Santa for anything, Mummy. What would you really like most?”
The answer shone as bright as the star of Bethlehem. I was almost positive as I contemplated my answer the Angel Gabrielle manifested in front of my dining room window, telling me to go forth, and seek, but how could I tell my seven-year-old that what Mummy really wanted was a man. More importantly...to get laid?
For weeks now I had been feeling restless. I couldn’t quite put my finger on why. I had a good job as a midwife at St. Andrews teaching hospital. Twice a week I went to the gym with my girlfriends to Tums and Bums. Afterwards, sweaty and knackered, we would indulge in a couple of glasses of wine and gossip at the bar next door. My finances were in order; I had a wonderful home, a perfect daughter, and a caring family. So what in the world was wrong with me?
Then two weeks ago, even though it was the middle of October, my seven-year-old daughter, Olivia, pondered over her Christmas letter to Santa. For a seven-year-old, she is very methodical, a chromosome she has inherited from her father. Unfortunately, her father’s meticulous discipline ceased when it came to fidelity. Before she wrote her letter she made two lists, presents she desperately wanted and presents she would like, but not imperative. Finally, lists cross-checked and narrowed down to one main present and a handful of smaller ones, she asked what I really wanted for Christmas. She would like to add it to her letter.
“You never ask Santa for anything, Mummy. What would you really like most?”
The answer shone as bright as the star of Bethlehem. I was almost positive as I contemplated my answer the Angel Gabrielle manifested in front of my dining room window, telling me to go forth, and seek, but how could I tell my seven-year-old that what Mummy really wanted was a man. More importantly...to get laid?
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First published February 11, 2014
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Joanne Rawson
14 books23 followersI was born and brought up in Derbyshire England. After leaving college in 1984, I headed off to be an au pair in the Loire Valley, France for one year.
Returning back, to England, I worked work for Derbyshire Education Authority in special education, and then for Derbyshire Social services working with adults with learning and physical difficulties.
In 2005, my husband and I decided to give up our hectic lifestyle, after ten years of managing branded restaurants around London's M25, we spend our time in England, Goa, and Malaysia. Now asa published author, I write romantic novels and short stories.
Returning back, to England, I worked work for Derbyshire Education Authority in special education, and then for Derbyshire Social services working with adults with learning and physical difficulties.
In 2005, my husband and I decided to give up our hectic lifestyle, after ten years of managing branded restaurants around London's M25, we spend our time in England, Goa, and Malaysia. Now asa published author, I write romantic novels and short stories.
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February 28, 2016
This is a fun, fast, frolicking good time read! Ms. Rawson combines the modern romance with witty repartee while still having a great message. I fully enjoyed reading this on my last flight cross country. Before I knew it we were to our destination and I was wishing for more!
March 13, 2014
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Review Posted: Feb 22, 2014
When a recent divorcee runs into her teenage crush, the age gap that separates them is no longer important. What matters now is heating things up without getting another burn.
Pushing thirty-seven and recently divorced, Clare Darby has gotten herself into better mental and physical shape and is ready to start socializing again. Her first foray out is a disappointment that has her hiding out in her friend's kitchen doing the dishes when a handsome man from her past walks in. And yes, orthodontist Dr. Guy Foreman is as drool-worthy today as he was when she was sixteen and crushing on the man who was fitting her teeth for braces. Their connection is instantaneous and doesn't seem in the least taboo considering their age difference.
Having focused on his career, Guy Foreman just never found the right woman to settle down with, but strangely enough he's taking over Clare's father's orthodontia practice, and Clare and her young daughter Olivia are taking over his heart. Suddenly, Guy wants the things he's never had; a wife, a family, a home, a baby. It's what Guy thinks Clare wants too, but after he pops the question, their relationship seems strangely uncertain.
Queen of the Chick Lit novella format, the spectacularly hip Joanne Rawson has produced yet another delectably quirky romantic tale that's fun to read and rather hard to put down. Featuring the author's signature preference for a more emotionally mature heroine, a cocktail of realism with a mixer of relationship angst that's intermingled with moments of laugh-out-loud humor, Ms. Rawson has another crowd-pleaser on her hands. Devotees of chick lit who are looking for a quick read with a little depth, a little drama, and a hunky doctor are certain to enjoy ALWAYS MR. WRONG.
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