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Zusatztext It’s a Comedy of Errors for the hip-hop generation! as misunderstandings and trickery separate lovers meant to be together but sabotaged by well-meaning friends! jealous ex-lovers! and the destructive secrets of their proud and misguided families. Brady (The Bum Magnet) reprises her sassy! headstrong! successful realtor heroine Charisse! now getting ready to tie the knot with savvy G-man Kevin. But first! the couple will have to face down the myriad roadblocks hurled their way: Charisse’s trust issues! triggered by a bad marriage! her long-missing father! and brothers she never knew she had; a sneaky lover-in-waiting; Charisse’s secretive mom; and Kevin’s conniving baby mama and the love child they share. Charisse jumps to one wrong conclusion after another—offering a proclamation that gives this book its title—in the outlandish! comic! and charming tradition of the Bard himself. Brady updates an old theme for a new audience and finds a thoroughly modern tale of grown-up love! the endurance of friendship! and the strains—and comfort—of family. - Publisher's Weekly “Brady draws readers in immediately from the prologue and propels them straight through the drama! humor and the various twists and turns that will leave you exhausted but satisfied at the end of the novel. Charisse is not your typical heroine and that may be the strongest part of the story.” 4 Star Review - Romantic Times Informationen zum Autor K.L. Brady is a Washington, DC native but spent a number of her formative years in the Ohio Valley. She’s an alumnus of the University of the District of Columbia and University of Maryland University College, and she lives in the DC area with her son. Klappentext The sequel to the award-winning book club favorite "The Bum Magnet" features the return of the smart, quick-witted, lovable real estate agent Charisse Tyson, who also has a short fuse and an affinity for Grey Goose vodka. Original. Prologue I had knocked Charisse’s ass out. She was snoring like a security guard on the midnight shift. Unfortunately, sleep did not come as easily for me. I still felt anxious with the wedding only one week away. Couldn’t shake the feeling something might go wrong and I wouldn’t get my queen down the aisle, as crazy as she’d been acting—at least not without a shotgun and a case of Grey Goose. I could see the love in her eyes 99 percent of the time, but that 1 percent—her thinly veiled fear—might prove more than even I could overcome. Hmph, maybe I should’ve told her. Some of my anxiety might’ve emanated from my own guilt, as much as her fear. The one-night stand was nothing. Happened before Charisse and I even thought about getting together. She wouldn’t care, would she? Not now. Not knowing how much I love her. I tossed the remote control on the bed and scanned the nightstand for something to read. I’d left the latest issue of Jet magazine in the bathroom and feared my weak noodle legs might fail me. Puttin’ Charisse out always drained me. So, I grabbed an issue of Zaina Humphrey’s magazine—Charisse’s second bible—and flipped through the pages. I yawned repeatedly as I flipped through, wondering why women bought these stupid magazines. Clothes. Perfume ads. Shoes. More clothes. Who cares? Zaina needed to get a “Z” beauty, some phat centerfold bikini model. That’s how you get men to read these things. Nearly ready to give up and go get my first choice, I noticed an article that caught my eye, only because Charisse had drawn a letter X across the page from corner to corner. “Daddyless Girls: Women Who Grow Up Without Fathers and How They Cope.” I read the article with microscopic intensity. Some words leapt off the page . . . “sense of abandonment . . . feels unworthy” . . . “low self-esteem . . . attracted to emotionally unavailable men (like the absentee dad)” . . . “trust iss...
