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A Year of Second Chances– Kendra Smith
About The Book
Three women. Three very different lives. One life changing adventure.
Charlieis a single mum unlucky in life. Her multiple jobs make barely enough to feed the family cat, never mind being able to give her son the life he deserves. So when an opportunity to make a lot of cash comes along, she simply has to take it.
Suziehas always wanted to be a mother. But fate has been cruel and now time is running out. Soon her final frozen egg will be destroyed and her last chance of having a baby will go with it. With her husband resolved to their childless life Suzie takes matters into her own hands.
Dawnis about to turn fifty and seems to have misplaced her mojo along with the car keys. But with an interfering mother-in-law and a gaggle of judgemental mums at her children’s school, it’s proving harder to find than a decent fitting bra. Especially after a series of highly embarrassing incidents...
Over the course of a year three lives are about to collide and as they do be prepared to laugh, cry and fall in love with these women as they discover how life can give you a second chance.
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Dawn
The day after the ‘shoplifting’ incident (Dawn could barely say it in her own head) she clicked on the link from her Favourites on her laptop and stared at the familiar website.
What All Girls Should Have Done by Fifty! Our Six-Point Plan…
Fat lot of use that got me – that wretched blog piece about how shoplifting can enhance your sex life. Well, really. A caution from a supermarket and an extremely red face. No good to my sex life at all! That young girl Charlie yesterday, I bet shehas a great sex life.
Dawn thought about Charlie – about her fragile beauty, an innocence about her features. She reminded Dawn of – if a tad chubbier she honestly thought – Keira Knightley. Her complexion was pure peaches and cream – how did the young dothat? She was terribly pretty even though her hair was a mess. Shedidn’t look like she had hot flushes. Dawn wondered why shewas shoplifting.
It was nice to sit down after all that vacuuming – even though she’d had to spend half an hour dismantling the Hoover as yet another Nerf Gun bullet had been lodged in the filter. Her mother-in-law Joyce always said, ‘Dawn, housework will never be noticed unless it’s not done!’ Dawn took a sip of her Earl Grey tea in its pretty bone china mug decorated with snowdrops and sighed. Joyce was right.
She’d also been right about her and Eric buying the house, for a start. It was a good-sized 1950s semi with half an acre of garden, just on the outskirts of Chesterbrook, not far from Winchester. It was a red-brick house, with a yellow-painted door. Dawn remembered when she first saw it – she’d hated the windows, but Joyce had told her how easy they were to clean, and she’d been right. Joyce was often, annoyingly, right.
She sat at the kitchen table and stared at the website. She looked over her shoulder as if she was being watched. Images of Joyce infuriatingly came to mind. She did like Joyce, yes, she did; it was just that she was quite interfering and bossy. Joyce had a habit of making Dawn feel inadequate. She reminded Dawn of June Whitfield from that old TV show Terry and Junewith her flowery blouses, her obsession with a tidy house, bone china and clean windows. Her perfect hair and layers of make-up were also accompanied by a sharp tongue. Sniffing, Dawn clicked the mouse on the page.
Good grief. I haven’t done anyof these. I am soboring.
She got up, grabbed a duster, and started to swipe purposefully at the skirting boards, thinking about the ‘hints’.
…even if you don’t manage them all they might provide a bit of frisson in your life!
1.Go out for dinner with no pants on.
She suppressed a giggle as she rubbed at an unidentified pinkish splodge – probably jam – on the skirting board.
2. Get your cleavage in order! Buy some ‘chicken fillets’ to fill your bra.
(Must look those up.)
3. Try out a vibrator!
4. Have sex in the shower.
5. Learn a new skill: computer programming, horse riding, cookery, Pilates; any new class at the gym or an adult education centre.
6. Have sex in a swimming pool.
(Really, thought Dawn, that’ll be a bit messy. What would Eric think?)
About The Author
Kendra Smith has been a journalist, wife, mother, aerobics teacher, qualified diver and very bad cake baker. She started her career in Sydney selling advertising space but quickly made the leap to editorial - and went on to work on several women’s magazines in both Sydney and London. With dual Australian-British nationality, she currently lives in Surrey with her husband and three children.
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