Not Your Everyday Housewife

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It's all about that second chance...Not Your Everyday Housewife is Book Five of That Second Chance Series. (These are standalone books tied together by a common theme - belief in the beauty of that second chance.)A wise and humorous tale of living large after 40 as women finally make peace with themselves- wrinkles, blubber, neuroses, exes, and all.Three women embark on a month long 'discovery' journey and uncover quite a few tidbits along the way...one bottle of Clairol Midnight will not cover a full head of red hair, and never talk to men wearing polyester pants hiked up with a tan belt. But most of what they unearth is about themselves--who they are, what they really want, what they really DON'T want. The center of controversy is a Maid-for-You mixer which symbolizes a boring, routine suburban life with NO second chances--then along comes insight in the form of Tula Rae, a sixty-something Salsa dancing, Dalai Lama quoting, four time widow in spandex and a gray braid who gives them a different perspective on life, love, do-overs and the real reason a man buys his woman a Maid-for-You mixer, (which she says is all about S-E-X.)That Second Chance Series:Book One: Pulling HomeBook Two: The Way They WereBook Three: Simple RichesBook Four: Paradise FoundBook Five: Not Your Everyday HousewifeReview"Desperate Housewives meets Thelma and Louise Plus One in NOT YOUR EVERYDAY HOUSEWIFE. The question is, will the characters end in a pouf of quirky chaos like the ladies of Wisteria Lane or end up driving off an emotional cliff like the famous movie heroines?"Kris JonesReviewer- Romance Junkies"Not Your Everyday Housewife is not your ordinary romance."Suzie Housley, Midwest Book ReviewFrom the Inside FlapCyn Cintar's life was a mess.There was the before - before she lied to her husband, before she deceived her children, before she became an imposter in her own life.And then there was the after.She tried to pretend the second part never happened but there it was, trapped in her brain for the past five months by a six digit password comprised of her wedding day and year. How ironic was that?