Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Redesigning Rose by Lydia Laceby Sneak Peek and Giveaway! (International)

Redesigning Rose
Lydia Laceby

Rose Parker’s husband has been lying. About everything.

When a conversation with her husband triggers questions, Rose Parker uncovers alarming answers that shatter her perfect life. But it is only when she shoves her belongings in her SUV and drives off that Rose realizes just how far from perfect her life actually was. She has nowhere to turn.

While debating between distressing sleeping arrangements–her mother’s house full of questions or a hotel room with too much solitude–Rose bumps into an acquaintance from her gardening class and allows bubbly, exuberant Becky to indulge her in a wild night full of whiskey, weeping, and whispered confidences. Suddenly, Rose has a new friend, a roof over her head, and two gorgeous men moving her out of her marital home.

As Rose struggles to settle into her new life, she remains determined to comprehend her past. And with time and distance and especially wine, comes knowledge: Frank wasn’t the only one lying to her... Rose was lying to herself.


I couldn’t feel my tongue. Where was my tongue? One eye blinked from the offending sunlight while the other strained to become unglued. Where was I? I bolted upright and sent the Pepto-Bismol pink room spinning. My bedroom wasn’t this bright, and definitely not pink. I looked around with the care of a whiplash patient, unwilling to upset the parade marching through my head. The curtains were hot pink. I was in Barbie hell. I tried to swallow. I found my tongue. It was stuck to the roof of my mouth.

Where was Frank? Had we gone to a hotel? I checked the floor. No shoes, no suitcases, and the pink walls were definitely not standard hotel fare. A bed and breakfast? My hands roved over the bed. Probably not, with this lumpy futon. What a nice duvet cover. It was the same as mine. And that was my pillow. Why the...

“Noooooo!” I wailed as the memories came barreling back. My hands grasped the blanket with an audible crinkle. I unfurled my fists. My favorite cream duvet was littered with leaves and thin strands of grass. Swirls of brown and green stained the length of it. I strained to remember. At some point last night I had become convinced my duvet and pillow were essential to my survival. They were in the truck. I must have dragged them across the parking lot when I thought I was carrying them. Wait, no. I tossed the blanket down and curled up on Becky’s minuscule patch of grass. Did she join me?

I moaned from the mental exertion. Before taxing my brain further, I needed drugs. I stood with turtle speed and placed my hand on the pink wall to steady the spinning. Why hadn’t anyone invented teleportation yet? I had always hated Star Trek in its various revivals, yet strongly supported teleportation. Would it work if you didn’t know where you wanted to go, though? The location of my purse remained a mystery.

I focused on the task of moving, hoping Becky stocked Advil in the bathroom cupboard. A deafening creak that could have doubled as a gunshot reverberated in the room. I whipped my head to the source of the noise. Not a good idea. Becky tiptoed into the room.

“Shit, you scared me. I thought Frank had found me,” I said, pressing my fingers to my temples. “Make it stop.

Please.”

“Me too. Advil’s somewhere,” Becky said, turning to leave. Her straight raven hair resembled a tangle of fishing line. Several leaves dotted its length.

“Were we going to sleep under the stars?” I asked, wincing with each step.

“I think I remember something about a blanket.”

“I wanted my pillow and duvet. I guess I wanted something from home.”

“It wasn’t until we realized we’d left the wine on the table that we crawled to the front door.” Becky giggled. “It’s been years since I’ve had a night like that. At least a decade. Maybe more. Good times.”

I followed her down the hall, picking leaves out of her hair like I was grooming a monkey. We found solace in her medicine cabinet with exactly two extra-strength ibuprofen. After two tall glasses of water which we both tried not to gag on while we gulped, Becky wedged herself next to the toilet while I sprawled out in her bathtub and tried not to think about whether she’d scrubbed it since she moved in.

“When did you move in here?” I asked.

“Seven months ago.”

I shuddered. The bathtub was a better choice than the toilet though, where mold and mildew were making themselves at home around the rim.

We moaned in tandem, the alcohol fumes synchronizing our groans like pheromones would our menstrual cycles, and didn’t budge until the painkillers kicked in and we were able to speak without cringing or moaning. Then we discussed the day’s mission: coffee, orange juice, McDonald’s, a nap, and more Advil. Not necessarily in that order.

When we could finally stand up, we both averted our gaze from the mirror.

About the Author


Lydia Laceby is a co-founder of Novel Escapes, a chick lit and contemporary women’s fiction review website. Since 2009, she has read and reviewed as much women’s fiction as humanly possible while designing, organizing and expanding the website from two reviewers to five.

In her spare time, she knits cute baby hats, would pick cheese over chocolate–if she had to choose–and regularly cheats on her allergy-free diet.

Lydia has always wanted to write and began her career writing a soap opera at the tender age of thirteen. It never aired. Redesigning Rose is her first novel.



Giveaway!

Books à la Mode is giving away one finished print copy of Redesigning Rose—yay!! To enter, all you have to do is tell me:
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