"Deep in my heart, I know there’s no promise I’ll be free from trouble in this life. In fact, I’m usually either getting out of trouble, currently in trouble, or about to meet trouble around the next corner."...... I hope you'll stick around for my "Lucille Ball/Gracie Allen" adventures. It promises to be a wild ride.
Welcome to Tarpon Cove. Madison Westin inherits her aunt’s
beachfront motel along with a variety of colorful tenant’s - drunks, ex-cons
and fugitives. Only one problem: First she has to wrestle control from her
lawyer and conniving motel manager. She enlists the help of her new best friend
who’s motto is never leave home without your Glock. Only in South Florida, land
of hot tan lines, drugs on demand – not to mention blackmail and murder. About the Author:
My debut novel Crazy
in Paradise is full of fun and surprises. I've been writing, in one way or
another for as long as I can remember; writing poetry, short stories, a romance
novel secretly stashed under the bed and sappy love letters. Fiction should be
fun. I wanted to create the perfect beach book, to make the reader laugh, cry
and cheer... and then run out and tell their friends about it. My love of
reading began when I was seven, the day I opened the cover of my first Mrs.
Piggle Wiggle book. Mrs. P gave lessons to other children in how to behave and
to me I learned to love the written word. I live in South Florida, with my
ungrateful animals, where Mother Nature takes out her bad attitude in the form
My Worst Job Ever
I was fresh out of
college, and needed immediate income and time to interview for my dream job,
which was in advertising, so cocktail waitressing at a country western bar
seemed like the perfect fit. I knew
nothing about country western music and never waitressed but the hours were 9pm
The owner saw
something in me, desperation perhaps and he hired me on the spot. He informed me after the interview if I
wanted to make any money, I should go buy myself some boobs. Back then, I was super thin and flat
chested. I went straight to the store
and purchased myself a pair of 36 B’s, which made my body look like it had been
taken over by a pair of boobs. My new
gigantic bra complimented the rest of the uniform, red short shorts, a tight
white t-shirt, and low heels. I remember
debuting that outfit to my sister and she laughed until she choked. We both laughed that when you poked me in the
chest there was spring back action.
The bar patrons were
nice and so were my co-workers but I was a fish out of water. A lot like Dorothy when she realized she
wasn’t in Kansas anymore. I looked and
acted like the unsophisticated girl that I was.
I met a couple of guys while I worked there, one in particular but I was
too embarrassed to say yes to a date.
The hours turned out to
be the only perk of the job leaving me time to job hunt when I wasn’t
completely exhausted. I’d get home at
4am, wired and unable to go to sleep, smelling like the bottom of an ashtray
and the inside of a beer bottle from head to toe.
Four weeks later, I
was hired as a receptionist in advertising.
I was happy to quit my night job and even happier that my boss didn’t
want any notice. We had an amicable
“To new beginnings here in South Florida.”
“Elizabeth was a woman you wanted in your back up arsenal, she never
said no to helping me. I wish I’d gotten to talk to her one last time.”
“You didn’t have very much. What happened to all of your possessions?
Tell me Dickhead didn’t get everything in the divorce.”
“Look, you do have something in common,” Mother said. “Divorce. That’s
nice. Does your family refer to your ex as Dickhead, Zach?”
“I need a favor.” “Are you using
“I hit him over the head with a vase. I didn’t know what else to do.”…”What
if he wakes up?” “I can’t continue to hit him over the head.”
“I try to use my martial art skills more than a gun, but I never leave
home without my Glock and a couple of her friends.”
He looked at me, a serious look on his face. “I don’t think I can get
my hand inside your dress if we sit on the concrete.” “How would you like it if
I stuck my hand up your pants?”
“All I know is he’s an ex-con, no friends, and no one is willing to
step up and claim his dead ass.”
Crazy in Paradise was
a book full of strange, crazy characters, each collecting their own set of “I
owe you’s.” From the first page of the book to the last, the action was
non-stop. The story began with recently divorced Madison Westin inheriting her
recently deceased aunt’s beachfront house and properties. Not only does she
inherit an old motel, she also inherits an old motel full of eccentric people.
From the insane
funeral that will leave you in tears, to the scheming attorneys, mad ex-cons, a
centerfold private investigator who is just as adept at making trouble as he is
in solving mysteries (and he’s also quite the charmer.) Then, there are the
dates that Madison’s mother tries to fix her up with that will leave you
rolling your eyes.
Trouble seems to
follow Madison around as she tries to legitimize her aunt’s business and she finds
herself in the midst of a shootout. The book was not a serious book by any
means and would be a great book to sit out on the beach to read. You’ll find
yourself looking for the hunky P.I. and seeing shady characters lurking by old
motels. The story is humorous and you’ll find yourself chuckling along the way.
Crazy in Paradise is just that, crazy (and a fun read.)
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Disclaimer / Disclosure: I received a complimentary copy
of the book with no obligation for a positive review. No compensation -
monetary or in kind - has been obtained for this post. Cover art and book
description courtesy of the author, publisher, or PR firm.