Cap’n Wife-Killer in the Hizzzouse!

[fake blurb alert!]

Meredith “Merry” Harris is a single mother. When she was younger, she had dreams of finding the perfect man who’ll sweep her off of her feet and take her away to his mansion on a gleaming white steed. That is, until she got pregnant at 18 and was forced to marry her high school boyfriend, who soon abandons for New York with dreams of becoming a Broadway superstar. In search of a man to take care of her and her son, Merry finds herself making one bad decision after the other until one day, she wakes up twenty-seven years old with four kids and employed as a waitress at a truckstop diner. Nevertheless, Merry has maintained her shiny-eyed optimism and never lost hope that she will one day find her knight in shining armor.

Enter Michael Mitchell. Tall, dark, handsome, and gloriously rich, Michael is the most eligible bachelor in all of Tuscaloosa. He’s almost blindingly perfect… except he can’t seem to keep a wife and people are starting to talk. One wife disappeared in the middle of the night and the other had the marriage annulled just a week after being Mrs. Mitchell. Just what is Michael’s deep dark secret? Why won’t women love him? Don’t grown-men who collect Victorian porcelain dolls need love, too? But just as Michael is ready to give up on life and love, he encounters Merry Harris, a bubbly, blond-haired, blue-eyed woman who serves him a piece of rhubarb pie one lonely rainy night. Conversation… and passion… ignite over a shared cup of coffee. Michael realizes that Merry just may be the one he’s looking for all of his life. But can he trust her with his secret? Could Merry be the third… and the last Mrs. Mitchell?

Y’all may thank the delicious Amber for this cover.

6 Responses to “Cap’n Wife-Killer in the Hizzzouse!”

  1. shuzluva
    1

    I dunno, Bam. Maybe Michael Mitchell should ask Merry to introduce him to her ex that’s now on Broadway. Think of it…a Broadway star and a Victorian doll collector…MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN!

    Then Merry could get back to that rhubarb pie.

  2. L.E. Bryce
    2

    Oh, that slippery Michael, always on the lookout for the next ex-Mrs. Mitchell!

  3. Richelle Mead
    3

    Man, that blurb was ten kinds of awesome. I was this close to making a joke about Robert Browning’s “My Last Duchess,” then I realized I might be ostracized for coming across as all pretentious and stuff.

    Shit. I just used ‘osctracized’ and ‘pretentious’ in the same sentence. My cover is blown.

  4. Jackie
    4

    No worries, Richelle. We’ve got your back.

  5. Ann(ie)
    5

    “My Last Duchess” rocks. I’ve often thought Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Browning would make a kickass romance, if only someone (not me) had the patience to research it meticulously and then add lots of hot monkey sex.

  6. bam
    6

    Fucking English majors… get the fuck out of here with that shit. :D



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