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Dacey's Harper is a 22 year old college student who lives in a very small town where everyone knows her name, to everyone in town she is known as the niece of the town crazy and is next in line to jump on the crazy train. Dacey however, is doing her best to keep it all together; including an unsympathetic father, a stepmother who has raised her as her own, a larger than life stepsister who at times she doesn't even know what to do with and not to mention her Adonis God of a boyfriend. Top that off with her spicy Latin best friend and, let’s not forget her crazy aunt who has the world’s best one-liners, Dacey has her hands full but all that changes with one phone call and Dacey is left questioning Everything.
He was always on his super extra-best gentlemanly behavior when at my parents'.
“Well, however long it’s been, it’s been too long,” said mom as she came in from the kitchen. “How are you, Trevor?”
“I’m good, Mrs. Harper,” he said, giving her a hug.
“Please, I have told you since you started dating my daughter to call me Ann. You may even call me Mom one day, who knows?” She gave him a wink.
“Mom,” Aria wailed. “Why would you jinx them like that? Oh my gosh, you're so … ” she said as she put her head in her hands and shook it back and forth.
“Your mom is so embarrassing,” she mouthed to me.
“She was your mom first,” I mouthed back.
“Only by four years,” I said, holding up four fingers.
“What are you girls talking about now?” mom asked.
“Nothing,” we both said at the same time.
“I hate when you do that!” she said.
“Sorry,” we said at the same time, again.
“I give up,” she sighed and went in the kitchen to put dinner on the plates.
That left us to go sit in the family room with Wally, who had been ignoring us so far by reading his paper, but when we sat down next to him, Trevor, bless his heart; actually spoke first.
“Good evening, sir,” he said, extending his hand.
“Uuh,” my dad grunted, not bothering to look up from his paper.
“Hey, Dad,” I said.
And you’re a dick, I thought to myself as I watched Trevor drop his hand limply to his side.
“By like three minutes, and mom said around seven not at seven, so … ” I trailed off.
“All I know is I am hungry and we had to wait for you, and you stroll in here being ungrateful for a meal that’s free,” he grunted out.
“Dad, I didn’t mean … ” I stared.
“Daddy,” Aria cut in, “you didn’t ask how my classes went today, grouchy pants.”
“Thanks,” I mouthed, shooting her a grateful look.
She shrugged it off. She was used to defusing our father-daughter “conversations,” especially when he was grouchy.
“I’m sorry, baby girl, how was your day? Do you like all your classes?” he asked her sweetly.
He did a complete Jekyll and Hyde; if I wasn’t so used to it, I would have been suspicious and started looking in the basement for his laboratory.
About the Author:
Jeri Williams lives a super fabulous lifestyle (by fabulous, she mean’s kinda lame) in the hot Florida sun and loves reading of any kind (except instruction manuals and cereal boxes). She has always written stories and made her family listen to them since she was young, although this is her first book she has ever published. She is a mom of an up-and-coming Jerry Seinfeld (in girl form) and also enjoys being right and knowing everything, although she is hardly ever right and really doesn't know anything and is obsessed with inventing miniature zoo animals you can carry around in your pocket (although not really).