Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Shades of Pink Teaser - Pinkie Swear by Jennifer James


Every day until the end of September, I will post here the blurb for one of the stories from the Shades of Pink charity anthology, as well as a teaser, and a short bio for the author. The anthology will be available on October 1st, with all proceeds going to breast cancer research but you can donate today and get it 5 days early! I invite you to come back, share the links for these teasers, tell your friends about it... It's all for a good cause! And if you tweet about it, you can use the hashtag #shadesofpink :)

Today, a glimpse from Pinkie Swear by Jennifer James

BLURB
Maddie Guthries loves her husband and her kids, but the stress and exhaustion of working a full time job while being the primary caregiver for toddlers have driven her to the brink. She and her husband Trevor have to make some changes, or their love is going down the drain.

FIRST PAGE
A large plastic toddler toy lay in the middle of the foyer on its side. Maddie Guthries sighed and retrieved the pink and purple school bus from the tile. Red juice spread in a widening stain beneath it. She tossed the toy into the kitchen sink where it landed with a hollow clunk and yanked a wad of paper towels off the roll. Her in-laws had taken the twins for the weekend and it appeared that she’d be spending the entire time the girls were gone cleaning the house. All by herself.

The ceiling creaked above her head as her husband Trevor moved through his home office space. The moment his parents cleared the door with the children he’d bounded up the stairs two at a time without a word. Another Friday night online poker tournament. A seventy hour work week lay behind him and another one loomed on Monday. A vague sense of loneliness flashed through her on the heels of irritation. He’d had a hard week, but so had she. Forty hours at her own office job, and she took the brunt of the child care and household responsibilities.

She squatted down in the foyer and mopped up the sticky mess left by the juice. Emmaline was her first suspect as the culprit, but Brooklyn had a sneaky way of leaving messes behind as well. The “who” of the situation didn’t matter as much as the “what” and she shook her head. Red juice seeped into the grout between the tiles, despite the sealer on the flooring. One more piece of evidence her life and home no longer belonged to her alone. She scrubbed at the grout and gave up when bits of the paper towel lodged in the grout. The ceiling groaned once more and she threw the wad of wet paper towels in the direction of the noise. The saturated wad of paper struck home, stuck for a moment, and then plummeted to the floor with a splat.

Bitter laughter escaped her lips in low chuckle. A large pink splotch now marred the ocean of white paint above her almost directly opposite the splotch on the floor. Irrational fury swelled inside her. Why the hell couldn’t Trevor come down just once and help her? Just once. How many hours did she work in a week with laundry, dishes, cleaning, transporting, grocery shopping, and cooking? Who got up in the middle of the night with the girls when they were sick? Stupid, ungrateful man.

And now he was upstairs dicking around playing games online instead of helping her. A strand of blonde hair came loose of the pony tail she’d put her hair in and covered her eye. She trapped it behind her ear and stomped into the kitchen. A new six pack of her favorite flavored vodka drink waited in the fridge. No reason to wait to crack one open. Kids gone, husband behind his desk, and a giant pile of laundry in the basement. She didn’t give a fuck about any of it.

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AUTHOR
Jennifer James likes to pretend her dishes and laundry will do themselves, the children will be fed by the force of her telepathic powers, and coffee will provide enough sustenance for her to never leave her desk. Alas, it's all in her head. You can find her on the web at http://www.authorjenniferjames.com


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