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Saturday, September 1, 2018

The Bridesmaid’s Checklist Series By K.T. Castle


Laura's
Wedding

The Bridesmaid’s Checklist Series Book 1
By K.T.
Castle
​Genre: Contemporary Romance



Kassandra is
a single, independent woman who prides herself on her own success.
But when she’s asked by her best friend Laura to be the
Maid of Honor in her wedding, Kassandra finds herself
questioning her lifestyle. Helping Laura plan the wedding
is no problem—she’s done it before for all their other friends.
The first time was a blast, the second super fun, but doing it
without receiving any help from the rest of the girls gets old really
fast.

The whole event kicks off with the worst kind of surprise
when Kassandra discovers who her friend's fiancé really
is, and she's torn between supporting Laura's future
happiness and hiding the deeply buried, intimate past she shares with
the groom-to-be. Struggling to be the bigger person and do all the
hard work on her own, Kassandra finds surprising comfort in
Josh, the best man in the wedding and someone she's been avoiding for
years. He's charming, thoughtful, handsome, and the worst kind of
womanizer, but she just can't seem to stay away. All the
while,Kassandra can't help wondering if the wedding could be any
more cliché—until she finds unexpected ways to change things up a
bit.




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Marisol's
Wedding
The Bridesmaid’s Checklist Book 2

Kassandra’s last
single friend got married in the summer. But even if Kassandra
herself is the only unmarried girl in the pack, she isn’t single
anymore. Now that all her friends are married and all the wedding
planning is over, she has a chance to concentrate in her relationship
with Josh. Or so she thought until Marisol visits her with
a major, life-changing crisis. Helping her friends plan their wedding
was no problem─dealing with an unexpected pregnancy is a whole
other thing.
Kassandra is unable to decide the best way to
help Marisol, especially when her relationship with Josh reaches
a level of commitment she wasn’t expecting. Both girls will have to
remember the past in order to move their relationships
forward.
Destiny is full of surprises, and sometimes, the plans
you have aren’t laid out on the path set before
you.
Join Kassandra and Marisol as they
remember how they planned Sol’s wedding while they solve together
the difficulties in the present.


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 Excerpt:

From Chapter 3
It didn’t take long for all the guests to be seated around the table.
Fortunately, it was a really pleasant evening. The food was wonderful—guacamole, rajas, carnitas, frijoles, and a bunch of other guisados that were completely delicious and complimented perfectly the soft corn tortillas Marisol had made early in the morning.
Most of the conversation seemed to focus on me. I didn’t know if it was because they were really interested about my life in Boston, my Master’s degree, or simply because we wanted to avoid the big pink elephant in the room—Sol and Michael’s first dinner at her parents’.
I didn’t mind being the buffer for that conversation, although I was sure Marisol would have to answer a million questions about her relationship and Michael’s intentions soon enough. You didn’t get to invite your boyfriend to meet your Mexican family if you weren’t expecting to go through that.
“That’s really interesting, Kassandra,” Mr. Fuentes said. “You opening your own business and helping everyone write their processes and plans.” Marisol’s father’s accent wasn’t that noticeable—not like her mother's. I guess it was because Mr. Fuentes worked out in the city while Sol’s mom stayed at home and spent time with the family. “But I’m more interested to hear about the ‘gringo’ Sol brought to dinner tonight.” He was really direct; he probably got frustrated that all the conversation was about me and not about anyone else.
“Pa, I told you,” Marisol said. “He’s a financial manager, just like me.”
“Let him talk, Sol. It isn’t as if I was speaking to him in Spanish,” Mr. Fuentes said.
“Marisol’s right, Mr. Fuentes,” Michael said. “I work as a financial manager in the same bank as she does, only in a different branch.”
“So you don’t work together?” Mr. Fuentes asked Michael again.
“Not really,” Michael explained. “I was lucky enough to meet her at the Christmas party the company had for everyone.”
“Since Christmas then?” I could see Mr. Fuentes doing the math. It was now the middle of fall, so they’d been dating almost a year before Marisol brought Michael home to meet her parents. I didn’t want to be in Sol’s shoes when everyone left.
“Yes, sir,” Michael said.
“And you haven’t brought him home until today, Solecito?” The head of the family turned to his daughter. ‘Solecito’ was the pet name he used for Marisol, specifically when he was spoiling her not when he was questioning her so seriously.
“No, Pa.” Marisol smiled gently. “I’ve been really busy lately, and so has Michael. I didn’t find the right time to bring him home. I thought….”
“Tina, it’s his first time home, right?” Now he questioned Sol’s mother.
“Si, Manuel. Es la primera vez,” Mama Tina answered Mr. Fuentes question. “¿Qué tanto misterio?”
“I was just wondering why the gringo didn’t show his face before,” Mr. Fuentes explained. “What exactly are his intentions with my little Sol?” His question didn’t seem to be aimed at anyone in particular until he looked at the other side of the table and met Michael’s eyes. “What exactly are your intentions with Marisol?”
“The best, sir,” Michael answered.
I had to give the guy some credit—he wasn’t budging at all. He looked Mr. Fuentes right in the eye and faced him with everything he had. I could see Clay look at him with awe and respect. It wasn’t an easy task to stand up to Mr. Fuentes.
“Define best,” the protective father said.
“I adore her. I intend to care for her in every way, to love and protect her. To treat her as she deserves.” Apparently, Michael’s words weren’t convincing; Mr. Fuentes huffed under his breath. “I also intend to marry her…if she’s willing to take me.”
That about made everyone stop breathing for a second there.
“What?” Marisol said. Apparently they hadn’t had that conversation yet.
“This probably isn’t the best moment, Sol,” Michael said apologetically. “But since your father brought it up, I couldn’t stop myself.” He stood from his seat and walked the small distance to reach Marisol. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while now.” He extended his hand and helped my friend stand up next to her chair. “And we haven’t even talked about it at all. But we’re perfect together. You’re perfect.” He reached for a small velvet box inside the pocket of his trousers. “I’ve been carrying this around for a couple days now. Looking for the best moment to reach for it and offer it to you.” Michael kneeled before her.
Everyone had stopped eating to watch this surprise proposal; some even stood up in order to get a better look at the event.
“Why not here, with your family and friends as witnesses to how much I love you and how I want nothing more than to have you in my life forever? Marisol Fuentes, will you marry me? Would you make me the luckiest man alive?”
Marisol was completely speechless. Her right hand covered her mouth and tears pooled in her eyes.
“¡Contéstale, niña!” Mama Tina shouted, just as excited as the rest of us to hear her daughter’s answer.
My friend was only able to nod yes. Michael took that as answer enough and placed the ring on her delicate hand.
We all clapped and cheered when Michael stood and held Sol in the most tender hug. I knew she was usually shy, but I guessed happiness was all the encouragement she needed to kiss Michael in front of her parents.
“Congratulations!” Natalie said.
“You’re going to get married!” I added in excitement.
“He’s got some balls to propose in front of Mr. Fuentes,” Clay said at some point.
“I thought I was going to be next,” Laura commented.
“I can’t believe my Sol is getting married,” Mama Tina said.
“Pinches gringos. They have to do everything backwards,” Mr. Fuentes scoffed under his breath.
“This has been an entertaining night,” Julian pitched in.
We all took turns in congratulating the newly engaged couple. And I doubted I was the only one to wonder what exactly Marisol’s dad meant by his comment. We were all about to learn how Mexicans liked their weddings.
Mexican Wedding Checklist
☑   Meet the parents
⊠   Ask for her hand in marriage
☑   Propose to the bride

Natalie's
Wedding
The
Bridesmaid's Checklist Book 3

Kassandra
never thought she’d be in another committed relationship, but now
she’s living with her boyfriend Josh. Things can’t get any
better. But they can get worse.



Natalie
has dropped a major bomb on her, confessing she believes her husband
is having an affair. Kassandra is always ready to help a friend, but
accepting that one of their marriages isn’t working goes against
everything she believes about the people she loves. Wanting to help
their friend overcome this difficult situation and provide Natalie
the support she needs, Kassandra and the girls pull a lot of strings
to help Natalie uncover the truth. In the process, Kassandra
discovers remarkable similarities between Josh’s recent changes and
those in Natalie’s allegedly cheating husband. She’s always been
an independent woman who prides herself on her own success, and when
she digs up one dirty secret after another, she can’t help but
wonder if her man’s womanizing days are really behind
him. 

Sometimes,
love makes us twist reality to avoid hurting those we hold closest to
our hearts. Join Kassandra and Natalie as they struggle to reconcile
their fears in love with the truth.






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K.T.
Castle loves reading, writing, and painting. She's on a quest to find
the words, forms, and colors to materialize the worlds and people of
her imagination. She loves reading Romance, especially Young Adult,
New Adult, Contemporary, and Paranormal. She never saw herself as an
incurable romantic, but lately, that's what she finds herself musing
about. Love is found everywhere, regardless of whether it comes from
a nice person or an ass—mundane or even vampire.
When
she's not busy with work, in front of a computer placing many
thoughts in order, she does her best to be creative or relax with a
good TV series and snacks. Some of her favorite characters are
Lucifer, Jace, Clary, Affton, Cable, Poppy, Zack, Maleficent, and
Ariel.








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Haunted by Kristine Schwartz

Title: Haunted
Series: My Shattered Soul Saga #2
Author: K. Schwartz
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal Romance
Release Date: August 30, 2018
Cover Credits: Ali Winters of Red Umbrella


SHE HAS SURVIVED HER DEATH. NOW, SHE MUST SURVIVE HERSELF.

 Blaire Stevens’ sorrow is a powerful force. Recent events have her grieving in a human sports bar, but when her anger and guilt jeopardize the ghosted community, she must face the council. Again.

Aiden Briar has lost Blaire once, and won’t risk it a second time. When his gifts allow him to listen to Dorris, the quirky human psychic residing in Blaire’s home, sharing her story, he finds himself racing against time to piece together the puzzle.

Under the watchful supervision of a council she no longer trusts, Blaire must undergo her rigorous placement testing as the group searches for answers. The consequences are numerous, and time is running out.











My review: 4*
Haunted is the 2nd book in the My Shattered Soul Saga by Kristine Schwartz, it is also the 2nd book I have read in the series. I did enjoy this better then the first book even the first one was pretty good. I do think there is a bit to much description about things that mean nothing to the book. The book probably would of been a lot shorter without all of that. But the story was still very interesting and I will hopefully be reading more of this series as it goes. This series is one you need to read in order to fully grasp everything and everyone in the book. 

In book one the leading lady Blair was 18 and killed in a car accident. When she awakes she finds herself in the Ghosted Realm. Book one is basically Blair getting to know the rules of her death, meeting new friends, and finding out that her new friends are actually old friends before her rebirth as Blair.  

In book 2, Blair and the rest of hr friends are grieving and trying to move on with the death of Charlie, her best friend and coach in the Ghosted Realm. When Blair accidentally clears a bar and the Human Realm are able to see it, she is put on probation. Tory is the council member and also the Boss Lady of the coaches. She is told that she must follow Blair and be with her at all times during the probation. During the probation time both Tory and Blair are holding secrets from each other. In the end Blair must survive this book. 

Kristine Schwartz was born in London, Ontario, Canada, where she quickly developed her love of all things books and stories. After dipping her toes into the writing community by reviewing everything she could get her hands on, she began developing her first book. She published that story, Ghosted, in October of 2017, and she quickly began work on further works to offer readers. As a mother to four, her days are consumed with loving her children, freelance editing, and plotting and writing her next works.





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Clutch by Lisa Becker


Clutch
by
Lisa Becker

Genre:
Chick-Lit, Romantic Comedy

**Winner
of the best
romantic comedy for the 2018 American Fiction Awards!
**


*
Now with five new bonus chapters *

Clutch is
the laugh-out-loud, chick lit romance chronicling the dating
misadventures of Caroline Johnson, a single purse designer who
compares her unsuccessful romantic relationships to styles of
handbags – the “Hobo” starving artist, the “Diaper Bag”
single dad, the “Briefcase” intense businessman, etc.  With
her best friend, bar owner Mike by her side, the overly-accommodating
Caroline drinks a lot of Chardonnay, puts her heart on the line,
endures her share of unworthy suitors and finds the courage to
discover the “Clutch” or someone she wants to hold onto.  


What
Reviewers Are Saying:


“LOVED.
The perfect blend of sassy, smart and stylish!”
Amazon
Bestsellers Liz Fenton & Lisa Steinke


“This
book is absolutely hilarious!”
Pretty
Little Book Reviews


“I
thought the comparison to men and handbags was so
genius! Becker really knows how to write to her audience,
and this clever novel had me giggling throughout.”
Chick
Lit Plus











Excerpt:
Clutch Excerpt

Mimi Johnson was casually dressed in a brightly-colored blouse with enormous turquoise jewelry and equally-oversized glasses. Despite that largesse, the only thing truly bigger than her personality (and her bosom) was her handbag. Always perfectly matched to her clothing, shoes, and jewelry, she was like a walking Chico’s advertisement, if you added forty years, forty pounds, and a Virginia Slims cigarette. From her Mary Poppins-like bag, she pulled out a box, impeccably-wrapped in glossy pink paper with a white grosgrain ribbon bow. A cigarette teetered between her two fingers while she produced a lung-hacking cough.
“Open it… …sweetie. Open it,” she said to her seven-year-old great niece, Caroline, a beautiful and vibrant girl with long blonde hair and oversized blue eyes.
Alive with anticipation, sweet young Caroline eagerly took the box and smiled up at Mimi. She gingerly removed the ribbon, planning to save it for later. The glossy paper was of less interest and she ripped through it quickly. She opened the box and gently lifted out a hot pink purse, adorned with pale pink flowers and rhinestones. An enormous smile overcame her. Caroline nearly set her own hair on fire from Mimi’s cigarette as she bounded into her aunt’s arms.
“Oh, thank you, Aunt Mimi. It’s lovely.”
And that was when Caroline’s love of handbags began. From big and loud ones that would make Mimi proud to unimposing wristlets, from bowler bags to satchels; it didn’t matter if they were made of canvas or calf-skin leather, were distressed or embellished with metal studs. Hell, she didn’t care if you called them pocketbooks or purses. She just loved them all – almost as much as she loved Mimi.
By the time she was a junior in high school and well on her way to being class valedictorian, it was the hundreds of bags Caroline owned that helped her conceptualize her ticket out of her suffocating small Georgian town. She would design handbags. And it was Mimi who was her steadfast cheerleader.
“Caroline, sweetie… …you find something you love and you just hold onto it.” It had never mattered if Caroline was asking Mimi’s advice about a friend, lover, or career. The advice was always the same: “Find something you love and hold onto it.”
Mimi’s words ever-present in her mind, Caroline headed to the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising and spent four years in Los Angeles learning everything there was to know to pursue her passion. Then, right out of college, she spent three years working in the design and marketing departments of two of the world’s leading, high-end handbag designers.
She was schooled in beauty and how to accessorize the perfectly-coiffed women on the way to their Botox appointments. But Caroline was pulled by the nagging feeling that the very person who had inspired her career, Mimi, could never afford the bags she designed, even if Caroline used her generous employee discount on Mimi’s behalf. And God forbid Mimi would ever accept one as a gift, always preferring to give rather than receive. But Caroline believed there was no reason for anyone to be denied the ultimate in accessories. She saw an untapped market of designing beautiful and affordable bags, but she just wasn’t sure she was start-up potential. Again, it was Mimi who nudged her to learn the business side of things and apply to MBA programs. When Caroline was accepted to Harvard Business School, Mimi, of course, encouraged her.
“You’ve got this, sweetie. ,” she said. “It’s in the bag.”
•••
Caroline was sitting in Financial Reporting and Control on her first day of Harvard classes (and yes, the class turned out to be as boring as it sounded). That’s when she first eyed Mike, who was wearing a faded pair of Levi jeans, a washed-out vintage Rolling Stones T-shirt, and Converse sneakers. He oozed charisma. Turning her head away from him and back toward the front of the lecture hall, Caroline thought that if he were a handbag, he would be a grey leather tote – confident and dependable, but not trying too hard.
Mike surveyed the large lecture hall as he walked in, a Starbucks coffee cup in each hand. After descending the steps slowly, he took a seat next to Caroline and planted one of the white and green cups on her desk.
Flashing a wide, dimpled smile, which she mused he reserved for getting girls to drop their panties, he said, “Here. You look like you’re going to need this.”
“Thanks,” she replied in a suspicious tone, turning her head sideways to look at him and raising an eyebrow.
“I’m Mike,” he said, again flashing a smile and reaching out for a handshake.
“I’m Caroline. Thanks for the…”
“Latte.”
“Latte,” she confirmed. “Thanks. But just so you know, I’m not gonna sleep with you,” she said in an apparent attempt to establish up front she wasn’t taken in by his obvious charm.
“I know,” he replied matter-of-fact.
Before she could respond, Professor Beauregard, a stout man with excessive eyebrows, spoke up. “Please take note of where you are seated. I will send around a seating chart for you to mark your spot. This will be your seat for the remainder of the semester.”
“Looks like we’ll be seatmates,” Mike said, grinning at her.
“Looks like it.”
•••
About three months into the first semester, Caroline learned that her fun-loving, easy-going, new best buddy Mike wasn’t exactly who he appeared to be.
A blanket of white snow dusted the Harvard grounds and it was a particularly slow day in another mutual class, LEAD – Leadership and Organizational Behavior. Professor Moss, a frail man who weighed less than his years, was droning on and on about establishing productive relationships with subordinates or something to that effect. He initiated a discussion about what works better – the carrot or stick approach.
“Mr. Barnsworth,” he called, referring to his seating chart and scanning the room until he found Mike in the fifth row. “What are your thoughts?”
“Well, it seems to me that good management is all about empathy and being able to enthuse and inspire your staff. You know, appreciating them and respecting them. Showing you care,” he said, placing his hand over his heart in a gesture of true compassion and concern. “And if they can’t get that through their thick skulls, you fire ‘em,” he continued, drawing his finger across his throat.
Several students sitting around them started to chuckle while Caroline stifled a laugh. Mike looked around the room and nodded his head, soaking in the appreciation of his sense of humor.
“Mr. Barnsworth,” said Professor Moss in a menacing tone, “I would have expected a better answer from you, considering your family history.”
Confused by the conversation unfolding before her, Caroline leaned over and whispered to Mike, “What is he talkin’ about?” Mike put up a hand to quiet her.
“Later,” he hissed.
Twenty minutes later, the two shared a bench outside Baker Library, the chill of winter causing Caroline to pull her scarf closer around her neck.
“What was that all about?” she asked, scrunching up her nose in confusion.
Reluctantly, Mike began to speak. “My full name is Michael Frederick Barnsworth the Third. My family owns a large brokerage firm in New York,” he confessed, unsure of how Caroline would react.
Caroline listened as she took in just how old money his family really was. Mike’s great, great, great, great – actually it was hard to keep track of how many “greats” it went back – grandfather ran the first Bank of the United States, which Congress chartered in the early 1800s. His family had advised presidents, dined with royalty, and amassed a fortune that continued today through the Barnsworth Brokerage Firm.
“I’m the seventh person in my family to attend Harvard including my father, uncle, three cousins, and grandfather, who was a classmate of Professor Moss,” he continued.
Surprised by this unexpected news, she joked, “So you’re just slummin’ with a simple Southern girl like me – and makin’ me pay for drinks, mind you – until you go join the family business and marry someone named Muffy…”
“That’s my family’s plan,” Mike laughed. “There’s even an office in the Woolworth Building owned by my family, sitting empty, until I finish business school,” he said reluctantly.
“But…” she pressed, touching his hand gently, sensing the family plan may not actually be Mike’s plan – though they had never discussed his plans before.
“I want to open a bar,” he said, matter of fact and looking her square in the eye.
Caroline’s head leaned back as she let out a raucous laugh. “You want to own a bar?” she questioned, her shoulders shaking from laughter. “Now I get your goal to drink at every one of the six hundred bars in Boston before you graduate.”
“Yup, it’s research,” he said emphatically.
“Research?”
“Yeah. Every time my parents call, which isn’t very often – they are usually off with their snobby society friends or at Met Balls – I tell them I’m working hard and doing research.”
“Gotta give you credit. That’s pretty clever,” she replied, nodding her head.
“And true. If I’m going to open the best bar ever, I need to know what works and what doesn’t.”
“Okay. I get why you don’t want to be a wizard of Wall Street. But why a bar?” she asked, not understanding his desire for the life of a bar back.
“My parents weren’t around a lot growing up. My father spent more time in the office than my mother spent jetting between boutiques in Paris and ski chalets in Switzerland. And believe me, that was a lot,” he confessed. Caroline looked down in her lap, her heart sinking at the thought of the small boy with the winning smile being ignored by his family.
“I was pretty much raised by a series of au pairs. My favorite was Linnea who was nineteen when she came from Sweden to live with our family. She was obsessed with Tom Cruise movies and we would watch them all the time,” he explained, a wistful look on his face as he recalled fond memories.
“Cocktail!” Caroline exclaimed.
“Yup, I want to be the sole proprietor of a place where you can shake margaritas bare-chested,” Mike laughed. “It’s going to be called The Last Drop,” he stated, not looking for her approval.
“Great name,” she admitted, nodding her head. “Especially when your folks drop kick you out of the family.”
“I know. I’m preparing to be disowned, which is why I’m getting you used to buying the drinks,” he said, flashing her a smile.
“Well with any luck my business will allow me to continue payin’ for drinks.”
“The purse thing?”
“Yes. The purse thing,” she said, mocking him. “I aim to start a line called Clutch, because it’s one of my favorite handbag styles, and in honor of my aunt Mimi. She always says ‘Find somethin’ you love and just hold onto it.’”
“Sounds like a smart lady.”


Lisa
Becker is a romance writer who spends her time like she spends her
money - on books and margaritas.  In addition to Clutch: a
novel, she is the author of the Click trilogy, a contemporary romance
series about online dating and Links, a standalone, second chance
romance readers.  As Lisa’s grandmother used to say, “For
every chair, there’s a tush.” Lisa is now happily married to a
wonderful man she met online and lives in Manhattan Beach, California
with him and their two daughters. So, if it happened for her, there’s
hope for anyone! You can share your love stories with her
at www.lisawbecker.com.



Interview with Lisa Becker
Please introduce yourself to our readers.
I'm a romance writer who spends her time like she spends her money – on margaritas and books. In addition to my romantic comedy novels, which reviewers call clever, hilarious, sexy and smart, I’ve written bylined articles and participated in interviews about relationships, online dating and romance for a range of media including Reader’s Digest, Mind Body Green, Cupid’s Pulse, The Perfect Soulmate and TV Grapevine. My grandmother used to say, “For every chair, there’s a tush.” I’m now happily married to a wonderful man I met online and live in Manhattan Beach, California with him and our two daughters. So, if it happened for me, there’s hope for anyone!

Tell us about your most recent release.
A light-hearted, second chance romance, Links explores what happens when nerdy girl Charlotte reconnects with her unrequited schoolgirl crush, star athlete Garrett, 15 years after high school.  
Did you have an unrequited crush in high school?
I'm not too ashamed to admit I had such a fierce crush on a boy, I willingly sat with him in the bathroom at parties while he puked up wine coolers, just so I could spend time with him. Thankfully, that soul-crushing time in my life is over, but I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if I came upon that secret crush today as a confident, successful woman.

One of your books is based on how you met your husband. Can you tell us more about that?
I'm most known for the Click trilogy comprised of Click: An Online Love Story, Double Click and Right Click, which is loosely inspired by how I met my husband.  The series follows a young woman's search for love online in Los Angeles with the entire series unfolding in emails between our heroine, her friends and her hilarious dates. Fraught with BCC's, FWD's and inadvertent Reply to All's, readers will cheer, laugh, cry and cringe following the email exploits of Renee and friends. And ultimately, they will root for Renee to "click" with the right man.

What is next for you?
This spring, I will re-release a novel I published several years ago called Clutch. The re-release includes five new chapters, a new cover and audiobook.  It is a laugh-out-loud romance chronicling the dating misadventures of Caroline Johnson, a single purse designer who compares her unsuccessful romantic relationships to styles of handbags (the “Hobo” starving artist, the “Diaper Bag” single dad, the “Briefcase” intense businessman, etc.) as she searches for the “Clutch” or someone she wants to hold onto.


Is Clutch also inspired by your real life?
When I was writing the Click trilogy I was obsessed with NCIS re-runs and would have the show on in the background as I wrote. There was an episode where a character refers to a man as a “handbag husband,” or something useless you carry on your arm.  I started thinking about that, and the idea for Clutch grew from there. I believe that everyone deserves a happily ever after
and would like to think there’s a “clutch,” or someone worth holding onto, out there for everyone.
If this title were being made into a TV series or movie, who would you cast to play the primary roles?
I think Eloise Mumford, who played Kate in Fifty Shades of Grey, would make an outstanding Caroline. She has the right mixture of warmth, gumption, vulnerability, and beauty to bring this character to life. I still can’t decide who would play Mike, although I know I’d love to sit in on those casting sessions.  ;)
At the end of your life, when it is all said and done, what would you want your tombstone to read?
Here lies Lisa Willet Becker – a great wife, mother, friend and citizen who wrote books and movies people loved.


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