Book Title: Fate's Mistake
Author: Brandace Morrow
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 19, 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
He was the perfect gentleman, and my parents adored him. In time, I learned to adore him too. I married him. He was my forever.
Until the day he hit me.
Five years went by with the speed of a ticking clock, counting down my life one painful second at a time.
Until Danny. Danny saw me. Danny was my hero.
Danny was the one I was supposed to be with.
But now I’m broken, shattered into pieces too jagged to fit back together.
Isn’t that what fate is? Puzzles fit together by an unseen hand to form a life worth living.
So when fate makes a mistake, who fixes it?
Brandace Morrow is a full time mom of four, and currently stationed overseas with her sexy soldier. Her recent obsessions are Maroon 5, Luke Bryan, The Pretty Reckless, rum and coke, and reading, in no particular order. Despite being terribly awkward with social media, she's everywhere. Frequently subjecting the public to pictures of her minion's messes, and everything that is momdom in the Morrow house.
With water to my neck, I turn the faucet off and can hear Danny splashing next door. “Are you done with your legs, too?” I ask him teasingly.
“Just finishing up the bikini area. Do you prefer a heart, or something a little more exotic?” he shoots right back, making me giggle.
“What does bottle five say for you?”
“Let’s see.” I hear glass clinking together. “It says . . . place on face for ten minutes. When dry, rinse off, and apply jar six. This is getting kind of ridiculous. I’ve never had to do this shit before,” Danny says.
“We’ll see what we look like when we’re done. My skin feels so smooth.”
“Yeah, mine too. I’m a facial away from losing my man card. Oh wait, that’s jar five. There it went, flying off to some well-deserving guy who’s eating a raw steak and roping a steer down the street. I may have to move to Mexico to get it back. How do you feel about matadors?”
I burst out laughing as I apply the goopy mess in my jar six to my face. “You can restore your card later. I’m sure there will be food to shovel and beer to belch.”
“You don’t get the man card credo. It’s an application process, Kinley. After all of these products, it could be months before I’m worthy again,” he explains.
“That’s terrible. I had no idea all it took was a few little jars.”
“Don’t underestimate the power of a good facial. I’m never living this down . . . I think this is avocado.”
“Are you eating it? Danny!” I yell through my laughter.
“It’s good fats, Kinley. Remember? Anyway, it’s all your fault,” Danny decides.
“How do you figure?”
“Well, I’m only in here to be close to you. This should show you how committed I am,” Danny informs me.
“Thank you for sacrificing your manhood to show me you care. That means a lot,” I joke.
I hear Danny sniff indignantly before he says, “As long as you value my surrender, it’s all worth it.”