Dacey’s Harper is a 22 year old college student
who lives in a very small town where everyone knows her name, to everyone in
town she is known as the niece of the town crazy and is next in line to jump on
the crazy train. Dacey however, is doing her best to keep it all together;
including an unsympathetic father, a stepmother who has raised her as her own,
a larger than life stepsister who at times she doesn’t even know what to do
with and not to mention her Adonis God of a boyfriend. Top that off with her
spicy Latin best friend and, let’s not forget her crazy aunt who has the
world’s best one-liners, Dacey has her hands full but all that changes with one
phone call and Dacey is left questioning Everything.
He was always on his super extra-best gentlemanly
behavior when at my parents’.
it’s been, it’s been too long,” said mom as she came in from the kitchen. “How
are you, Trevor?”
Harper,” he said, giving her a hug.
you since you started dating my daughter to call me Ann. You may even call me
Mom one day, who knows?” She gave him a wink.
“Why would you jinx them like that? Oh my gosh, you’re so … ” she said as she
put her head in her hands and shook it back and forth.
embarrassing,” she mouthed to me.
first,” I mouthed back.
I said, holding up four fingers.
talking about now?” mom asked.
said at the same time.
that!” she said.
the same time, again.
sighed and went in the kitchen to put dinner on the plates.
sit in the family room with Wally, who had been ignoring us so far by reading
his paper, but when we sat down next to him, Trevor, bless his heart; actually
he said, extending his hand.
grunted, not bothering to look up from his paper.
you’re a dick, I thought to myself as I watched Trevor drop his hand limply
to his side.
minutes, and mom said around seven
not at seven, so … ” I trailed off.
hungry and we had to wait for you, and you stroll in here being ungrateful for
a meal that’s free,” he grunted out.
” I stared.
“you didn’t ask how my classes went today, grouchy pants.”
shooting her a grateful look.
She was used to defusing our father-daughter “conversations,” especially when
he was grouchy.
girl, how was your day? Do you like all your classes?” he asked her sweetly.
Jekyll and Hyde; if I wasn’t so used to it, I would have been suspicious and
started looking in the basement for his laboratory.
(by fabulous, she mean’s kinda lame) in the hot Florida sun and loves reading
of any kind (except instruction manuals and cereal boxes). She has always
written stories and made her family listen to them since she was young,
although this is her first book she has ever published. She is a mom of an
up-and-coming Jerry Seinfeld (in girl form) and also enjoys being right and
knowing everything, although she is hardly ever right and really doesn’t know
anything and is obsessed with inventing miniature zoo animals you can carry
around in your pocket (although not really).