Just a Few Lines From Finding Freedom by Betty Jo Schuler

Finding Freedom

CELESTE HARTE GLARED at the twenty-nine candles on her
birthday cake. She'd squandered her last fourteen birthday wishes
asking for a fairy tale romance, and her life still read like an
instruction manual. The frog she'd hoped would turn into a
prince—God rest his soul—had been a cheating toad. Leaning her
hands on her glass-topped kitchen table, she puffed out her cheeks and
blew. I wish I'd meet a man who would turn my life into a sizzling
romance novel.

"Easy." Marianne Joest raised an auburn brow as she
swiped cream frosting from her blouse with a manicured nail. Closing her
eyes, she sucked her fingertip. "Mm. Next best thing to an
orgasm."

"My life is half over, I haven't made love in
I-can't-remember-when, and you talk about orgasm?"

"Half over?" Marianne snorted. "And I thought
Susan was the drama queen." She cut two slices of cake and handed
Celeste one.

Celeste shook her head. "It's loaded with fat."

"Dammit, Cee. This is carrot cake, a vegetable with
frosting. You're thin enough no matter what Harry said, and
twenty-nine isn't the beginning of menopause."

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