Scarsdale Scandal

Do you have the life you want?  When you were a child, did you dream of commanding the space shuttle or perhaps having the perfect wedding with twenty bridesmaids, all size 4.  Maybe you were good in sports and had dreams of an Olympic medal.  Or played the flute and thought, if James Galway could do it, why not me?

And yet you got older and discovered that the life you wanted, that you preplanned for, wasn’t exactly the life you were getting.  College acceptances came and you missed out on your first, second and third choice.  You never found that perfect someone.  Yet.  Why were you encountering so many problems when life should be as perfect as your dreams?

Sigh.

This brings me to “Scarsdale Scandal.”  Oh, wait.  You didn’t guess that this was a promotion for my latest book, available on Amazon?  (See the crawl above this post.) Well, now you know.

Life’s perfection is also just out of reach for the characters in “Scarsdale Scandal:”  A woman dumped by her husband, a son grudgingly becoming a lawyer at his father’s behest, a woman failing to get a promotion because she was backstabbed by her boss, a serial adulterer mourning her Russia mafia lover, a child who wanted everything handed to her but found the plate she received was empty.

Depressing?  Absolutely not!  I wrote it and I do NOT do depressing.  I’m just saying sometimes you have to maneuver life to get what you want.  And as an author, I can maneuver any way I want.

So while we have whining and anger and sniping, we also have LOVE and adventure, twists and turns.  “Scarsdale Scandal” is light and frothy and amusing and most important of all, unlike life itself, it has a most happy ending.

So what’s stopping you from reading it?  Stop scrolling through the news sites, telling you the world is coming to an end.  Some day it might.  But before then go to Amazon and invest a measly amount to get a couple of hours of joy.  “Scarsdale Scandal” awaits.

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