Exes and O's: The next swoon-worthy rom-com from romance sensation Amy Lea

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I guess you're right." He rubbed the emerging stubble on his chin. "To keep it real, she'd have to get a grant." Damn. You psychologists have quite the eye for detail. All right, I admit it -- I'm a preppy M.B.A. who wears an ostentatious watch." He turned both palms outward. "What can I say? It was a gift from my mother, and it does keep good time."

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Very gracious of you. Anyway, long story short, my ex couldn't resist the siren call of his ex, and by the time the dust settled -- " Letting good looks get in the way of good judgment. I kept telling myself that a woman that beautiful had to have some redeeming qualities." He was still communing with his coffee mug. "I saw what I wanted to see, instead of who she really was." Done." He snapped his own phone shut and grinned at me. "He bought it. We are officially playing hooky." On the sidewalk in front of the rehearsal dinner restaurant, I'd sobbed that my life could never be the same without him. And he had cleared his throat and said, "I love you, Gwen, but I need Lisa."

It ended up being pretty fun. I enjoyed its comedy of errors, romcom-y feel, and the arcs some of the characters went through, especially Alex defying his idealistic expectations of relationships and parenthood. I also appreciated the bits of child psychology sprinkled in, and thought the humor landed well on most occasions. I'm Alex Coughlin." He offered his hand. "I'm the new trustee on the children's clinic board. Dr. Cortez showed me around the new building this morning, and he took me by your office. We just peeked in, but I remember you. Dr. Cortez said you were one of his best new therapy interns." I closed my eyes and turned my face up to the golden sun. "How can something so wrong feel so right?" I nodded at his wrist. "Anthropologists don't wear Patek Philippe watches. And all that brushed twill -- it's a dead giveaway." And the truly horrible part was, I missed him. He had lied to me, cheated on me, and humiliated me in front of a rented reception hall's worth of friends and family, but I missed him anyway, and I could never admit it to another living soul.

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So I had just started seeing this guy, and on our second or third date, he invited me to be his guest at a family wedding. Being young and free and a bit commitment-shy, I was about to decline until he casually mentioned that the bride was a successful romance novelist. Well, the second I heard that, I had to go. Being a writer had always been my dream job, and I’d never met anyone who’d actually beaten the odds and made the leap into big-time publishing. So I RSVP-ed, sidled up to the bar at the reception, waited until the bride and all her author friends uncorked the good champagne, and then peppered them with endless questions about writing, editing, and landing an agent. They were so funny and encouraging and generous with their time and advice. (And drunk!) Next thing you know, I had joined a critique group and was knee-deep in the manuscript that would eventually become MY FAVORITE MISTAKE. The open bar at that wedding changed my life forever. You look like you need to borrow a cell phone." His voice sounded all deep and East Coast. The kind of guy who'd been on the crew team at prep school. He laughed again, the corners of his eyes crinkling up. His skin looked tan and a bit weathered. Probably from all that yachting down at the asylum. In a small Virginia town outside a mysterious government facility, four homeschooled teenagers investigate a series of murders and other crimes while wrestling with challenges of faith, family and the transition from childhood to adulthood.”I flushed. "Let's just say that he was not worthy of the many hysterical breakdowns I had over whether the wedding invitations should be white or ecru." And then there's the dress." I covered my eyes and shuddered. "First fitting, second fitting, final fitting..." Yeah. And then on to rice, legumes -- who knows what poignant sorrows lie within the humble lima bean?"

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How do you know I'm not some nice anthropologist who just happened to wander into the medical plaza?" Exes and Oh No’s” is the second book in the “Mount Hideaway Mysteries” series. It contains over 150 full-color illustrations from the movie “Mount Hideaway Mysteries: Exes and Oh No’s”

The silence between us stretched into eons. Stars flared up and extinguished in the heavens. Species evolved and died out. It became tragically apparent that the Big One was not going to hit right now, swallow me up into the San Andreas Fault, and save me from the raw humiliation of this moment. I had to say something. Anything. His big brown eyes were those of a puppy cowering in the face of a rolled-up newspaper. "I deserve that. I know. Listen, Gwen, I never meant to -- " Wincing, I forced myself to look up. My eyes skimmed over khaki pants, a blue button-down shirt, and the face of a man I'd never seen before. Midthirties, with dark hair and dark eyes. He seemed concerned. Oh yeah? What fancy degrees do you have slapped up on your wall?" I sized him up and took a guess. "M.B.A.?"