Searching for Spice

Searching for Spice

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by Megan DiMaria

In this debut novel, readers will meet Linda Revere, a woman who longs to experience true romance with her nerdy, practical husband of twenty-four years. Her desire to add a little pizzazz to her marriage only confuses her husband and frustrates herself. Linda struggles to ignite romance and excitement into her marriage amid the turmoil of contemporary life.


In this debut novel, readers will meet Linda Revere, a woman who longs to experience true romance with her nerdy, practical husband of twenty-four years. Her desire to add a little pizzazz to her marriage only confuses her husband and frustrates herself. Linda struggles to ignite romance and excitement into her marriage amid the turmoil of contemporary life.

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Searching for Spice

By Megan DiMaria
Copyright © 2008 Megan DiMaria
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ISBN: 978-1-4143-1887-5

Chapter One
Jerry looks at me as if my head has sprouted petunias. "Linda, the half-and-half isn't cold."

I regard him through bleary eyes and swallow a yawn. His silhouette appears soft and gauzy, framed by the daylight pouring through the kitchen window, glowing like a Thomas Kinkade painting. I should have given myself an extra dose of eyedrops when I got up this morning. Ever since my LASIK surgery, I've applied a thick, Vaseline-like ointment to my dry eyes at night before dropping into bed. "What?"

He's standing in the middle of the kitchen, the questionable carton of half-and-half in one hand and a mug of steaming coffee in the other. His plaid robe hangs partway open, the belt loosely tied over wrinkled pajamas. A look of perplexity transforms his intelligent features into a caricature of a hapless sad sack. But truly nothing could be farther from the truth. My husband is a PhD chemist. So who is this clueless schmo standing before me?

Jerry raises the hand holding the half-and-half. "Warm."

"Is the refrigerator broken?" I launch from my seat and open the door of our five-year-old GE side-by-side fridge that I just had to have and, by the way, got at a fabulous discount at the scratch-and-dent sale at Sears.

The interior of the appliance is dark, the first clue that something is amiss. And come to think of it, the refrigerator's typical hum of electrical activity was absent from my morning symphony of appliances that serenades me while the coffee brews and the microwave heats my favorite tall latte mug.

I peer inside. Oh, rats. Condensation coats the exterior of a large jar of dill pickles on the top shelf. I put my hand on a glass casserole dish to confirm my diagnosis. "It's not working."

My dear husband is still rooted to the floor. Some people are dependent on that caffeine jolt to get them going in the morning, and he's their poster boy.

"Pour some half-and-half in your coffee, Jer. It's probably okay."

He follows my instructions and takes a seat at the table. "Well, I don't think I could stomach warm milk with my shredded wheat."

I open the freezer door and root around until I find the Sara Lee pound cake I was saving for the weekend. This cake would have been so delicious with some fresh strawberries and whipped cream. I console myself with the knowledge that I really don't need the extra calories; I'm fluffy enough. That's the loving word the Revere family uses to refer to those dreaded unwanted pounds. As in, "Don't you love to hug Grandma? She's so fluffy."

"This will have to do for breakfast. Can you run down to the basement and get the picnic cooler? Maybe we can salvage some of the frozen meat."

Jerry takes a deep swig of his legal stimulant and disappears into the basement. While I pour my tea and set the table, I hear him muttering amid the noise of boxes being shifted across the cement floor.

"What's Dad doing?" Emma stands at the top of the basement stairs, her ear cocked to the sounds coming from below. At fifteen she's still my little girl on some days, but on others I see the lovely young woman who's emerging from within.

I fill her in on the morning's tragedy.

She flips a strand of light brown hair behind her shoulder and saunters to the table. "Whatever."

Okay, so today I see that snotty teenage brat who's hijacked my little darling. Obviously she doesn't feel my pain and is clueless about the cost or inconvenience of a busted refrigerator. Ah, the bliss of youthful ignorance.

Em picks up the knife and slices a piece of cake. "No juice?"

"Help yourself."

She pushes to her feet, grabs a glass, and opens the freezer to retrieve three measly ice cubes.

Just as Jerry's emerging from the basement with the dusty cooler, our son, Nick, joins us, wearing a pair of green sweatpants and a faded T-shirt. His eyelids are at half-mast, and he has a bad case of bed head. Emma's only too happy to give him our news.

I begin to load the picnic cooler with frozen meat and toss the few anorexic ice cubes left in the freezer on top of our chicken breasts, pork tenderloin, ground beef, and frozen vegetables. "Well, this won't do the trick." Too bad it's springtime. Otherwise I could toss my food in the snow.

No one responds to my comment, so I turn to my college-age son. "Nicky, would you please run to the store and get a bag of ice?"

He grimaces, but he's maturing nicely and agrees to drive the few blocks to the store to run my errand. Emma plops herself down in front of the computer, no doubt relieved for once that she doesn't have her driver's license yet.

I paw through our junk drawer in the kitchen for the stack of business cards to find a repairman. Mechanic. Insurance agent. Day spa. Where did that come from? My nerves begin to dance like a cat on hot pavement. I don't have time for this. "Jer, who should I call?"

My honey squeezes my shoulder. Ah, marital solidarity. He moves toward the desk that sits between the kitchen and family room. "Em, may I use the computer?"

She glares at him but silently gives up her seat. In a moment, Jerry has the telephone number of the Sears repairmen. He passes the scrap of paper to me. "Here ya go."

Great. So much for marital solidarity.

I dial the number, navigate the menu, and plead my case to the dispatch associate. "Two o'clock? Um, okay. Thanks. Someone will be here to let him in." I disconnect the call and secure the handset on its base. "Jer? What's your schedule today?"

He grunts out a reply with his back toward me while he pours another mug of coffee.


He turns and takes a careful sip of the hot liquid. "Sorry. Faculty meeting. No can do."

Anxiety builds in my chest. Swell. As usual, I'm the one who has to make the appointment and alter my schedule to accommodate this fiasco.

I'm loading the breakfast plates into the dishwasher when Nick walks in bearing a twenty-pound bag of ice. He opens the back door, then drops the bag onto the brick patio.


He retrieves the bag of ice and beams his killer grin-the one that made my sensibilities melt nearly twenty-six years ago when his father favored me with the same endearing smile at a gas station off the Pennsylvania Turnpike.

I have to confess it's as though Jer saw my heart soar toward the heavens in that moment and caught it in his hand. And that's where it's been ever since. I had run out of gas, and he was fueling his 1973 Volkswagen Karmann Ghia. Both Jerry and his cute little red car were about the best thing I'd seen in forever. He offered to drive me and my gallon of gasoline to my stranded car, and the rest of the story, as they say, is history.

The grandfather clock chimes from the living room, reminding me that I'm behind schedule. Being late for work at Dream Photography is a major transgression. My stomach knots to think that not only will I be late, but I'll have to leave early too. A hive of angry bees bounces off the inside of my skull, clamoring to escape, and a deep sigh drains from the bottom of my lungs.

"Mom?" Nick lays his hand on my shoulder. He is so like his father, bless him. "Chill. It's only a refrigerator."

He makes me smile in spite of my poor attitude. "I know. It's just that I'll have to leave work early, and-"

"What time is the repairman coming?"

Praise God-we must have done something right to deserve this child. "Two o'clock. Will you be home from school?"

He shakes his head. "Sorry. I need to buy a book for my history class."

Are you kidding me? My hands ball and land on my hips. "Can't you buy the book another day?"

"I really need to get going on my term paper. It's due in three weeks."

My anxiety level rises again. "Won't the bookstore be open tomorrow?"

Nick rolls his eyes. "I won't have time to stand in that line at the bookstore tomorrow." He pours the ice cubes onto the meat, ending our discussion.

I toss the lid on the cooler and scurry upstairs to get ready for work. So what's our new family slogan? Every man for himself?

* * *

I walk into the organized chaos that is Dream Photography-one of the best-known portrait studios in metro Denver. The ringing telephone provides nerve-jarring background noise for the pandemonium playing itself out.

A well-groomed toddler makes serious work of tossing neatly arranged brochures onto the floor, while his mother wipes baby spit from her infant daughter's dress. Another client is tapping her foot and checking her wristwatch. Add to that the family being escorted to the lobby to schedule their image presentation-aka sales session-by none other than Luke Vidal, my surly boss.

My tardiness is noted by Luke with a raised eyebrow and a brief tic of his head, one that goes unnoticed by our clients but hits pay dirt in my always-too-willing-to-accept-guilt gut. "Linda, can you schedule an image presentation for the Murrays?"

Sure, Luke would have to enlist me to wait on clients before I get the chance to clock in and get my bearings. That must be my punishment for coming in late. I hurry behind the reception desk and smile at the Murray clan-the ones who think Luke is the greatest thing since the invention of the daguerreotype.

Luke pumps the outstretched hand of Andy Murray. "The shoot went well. I think you'll love the images." He gives a peppermint-sweet grin to the rest of the family and struts from the beautifully appointed lobby of his home away from home.

I take care of business and trot to the break room to clock in and catch my breath.

My coworker Traci looks up from a pile of five-by-sevens. "Hey, girl. Where have you been?"

"Don't ask."

She puts down a print of a gorgeous bride and waits for the information she knows I'll spill. I unburden my tale of woe, and she nods and gives me the expected platitudes.

She smiles her Pepsodent grin and pats me on the back. "Isn't life grand?"

I really love Traci, but sometimes she can lay it on too thick. She passes me the day's schedule, then exits the room.

I glance at the list of appointments. Rats. I better get moving. The bees have begun to swarm in my brain again.

After grabbing the necessary client files and slipping into a salesroom, I power up my Mac and access the network. Within moments I've loaded my client's images and have chosen an appropriately sentimental song to accompany the slide show. I turn on the projector and dim the lights. Clients go gaga over our well-designed salesrooms-I mean, image presentation rooms. They look more like an elegant home theater than a place of business.

I race back to the lobby, discover that my nine-thirty sale has arrived, and paste a smile on my face. "Heidi, Ken, it's good to see you again. If you don't remember, my name's Linda."

They greet me, and I escort them to the salesroom, chatting with them to break the ice.

The freshly baked cookies placed on the coffee table make my mouth water and hopefully put our well-heeled clients in the mood to take an emotional journey while gazing at the incredible images produced in our high-end studio.

"Can I get anyone a bottle of water before we begin?"

"Yes, I would love some water." Heidi claims a seat in one of the overstuffed chairs. She glances toward her husband, who is inspecting the frame on one of the portraits that adorn the walls. "Ken?"

"Oh yes. Please."

I excuse myself and go to the fridge to get some of our private-label water bottles. From the first moment our customers call to schedule their appointment and until they have their portraits delivered, they're treated like royalty. Fortunately, most of them deserve such treatment.

Heidi and Ken are clients from way back. They've been through everything with us, from the old days of film to the current high-tech, all-digital studio we've evolved into.

When I return, I distribute the water and start the viewing program. The swell of sentimental music explodes from the speakers in the ceiling, and images of two adorable little girls move across the big screen. They sit in a wicker swing under a towering oak tree in a field of tall, natural grasses. The lighting illuminates the canopy of green branches above them, while they are perfectly shaded from the bright morning sun. The girls are wearing off-white linen dresses and holding lovely vintage rag dolls. The camera changes perspective, and the girls are in the foreground, framed by the leaves from the branch of a nearby tree. In the next scene they're sitting at a small, white bistro table enjoying a tea party with a rose-patterned porcelain tea set and a teddy bear for a guest.

The music plays on as the girls pose by an antique baby carriage. They both gaze off into the distance, their expressions a paragon of youthful innocence.

I'm so sick of these types of saccharine images, I could puke. But day after day, they provide the all-natural, nitrate-free bacon I bring home to my family.

Heidi sniffs and reaches for the box of tissues that sits on the table. The last image fades from the screen, and the music stops. Heidi grasps for her husband's hand. He nods and smiles.

I hand a price list to Ken, and we get down to business.

Heidi appears to suffer heart-wrenching torment as we narrow the number of images down from thirty-nine to fifteen. You'd think I'm dishonoring her cute little daughters by deleting some, but unless you've got a huge bank account, you can't buy them all.

She clutches a hand to her heart, and her husband says, "I love that expression on Olyvia's face."

I slip into sales mode. "That image is gorgeous, but look at the subjects. Your girls are beautiful."

They smile in agreement. We continue to weed through the images to find their favorites. I'm getting dizzy from comparing similar poses and going back and forth while Heidi hems and haws about the merits of each picture.

"Ah, can you pull up number twenty-two?"

I maneuver the program to display an image of the girls sitting at the bistro table.

"And can you compare it to number twenty-four?"

Could this woman say please just once? Would it kill her to treat me with a modicum of respect?

She turns to her husband. "What do you think?"

Poor Ken looks as though he's pulling himself out of a stupor to respond. "Uh, I don't like the way Trynity's hand is curled on the table."

Heidi stands and moves closer to the screen. "Really? I think that's cute."

He sighs. "Okay, keep that one."

"But Olyvia isn't looking in the right direction."

"Heidi, sit down so I can see the screen."

She flashes him a look that could take the merry out of Christmas. Uh-oh. This isn't good.

I clear my throat and try to maneuver the sale in the right direction. "What if we take Olyvia's head from image twenty-five and put it on this image?"

They both study the pictures that I put side by side on the screen.

"And, Ken, didn't you say you love that expression on Olyvia's face?"

He jerks in my direction, and I don't know if he's pleased that I'm asking for his input or annoyed. "What will this cost?"

Oh, so that's the way we're going to be, huh, Ken? "Well, there will be an extra art fee to swap out that head, but if you both love the images and you're purchasing a wall portrait, it's well worth the charge."

"How much?" Ken insists.

Heidi shifts in her seat. "Oh, it will be perfect. We could hang it in the dining room across from the china cabinet."

That Heidi, she's my kind of gal. Press on, full steam ahead.

"How much will it cost?"

I wave my hand to minimize the bombshell. "Oh, only about fifty dollars."

If the room were brighter, I'm sure I'd see steam floating from his ears. "Can you show us what that would look like?"

I don't know why he's giving me a hard time. He's bought images with head swaps from us before. "Sure, this is down and dirty, but it will give you an idea." My artistry is crude at best, but I do a quick swap. "Of course our imaging artists will make it look 100 percent natural. No one will know this isn't the original image."

Ken leans back in his chair, a movement I take for acceptance.

I go in for the close. "Now what size portrait were you thinking of ?"

Heidi clasps her hands. "Maybe a sixteen-by-twenty."

"Okay. What size is the wall it's going on?"

She looks confused, as if I'm speaking in Mandarin.

I stand and grab a twenty-by-twenty-four-inch frame that holds a white piece of foam core. "Let's look at this size, and tell me what you think." I step into the middle of the room and center the image on the blank canvas.


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Searching for Spice 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 13 reviews.
Bold_and_Free More than 1 year ago
What a breath of fresh air. Megan DiMaria has a pulse on the Boomer generation. I love that a woman my own age is the main character - not just somebody¿s mom. Linda¿s thoughts and feelings so closely mirrored my own; I had to take a break to reflect on some of them. What insight!

Linda becomes frustrated juggling her responsibilities and attempting to knock Jerry, her husband of nearly twenty-five years, out of ¿comfortable¿ into sizzling mode. Things are beginning to get spicy. However, constant interruptions from busted appliances, her kids and work are interfering with Linda and Jer¿s romantic rendezvous.

My favorite part of the book is a remarkable reconciliation between Carol and Linda. I was literally sobbing. I won¿t spoil it for you; you¿ll have to read it for yourself.

I am amazed that this is Megan¿s debut book. She turns a phrase with such a creative flare you would swear she was a multi-published author. Tyndale has a gem in Megan. I can hardly wait to read her next book. Thankfully, I won¿t have to wait too long; it¿s released early this fall.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Megan DiMaria has stepped into the world of women's fiction with style. With humor and depth she has written something we don't often see. Searching For Spice is a tender love story between a husband and wife. Linda Reeve is stuck in a rut in her marriage of twenty-five years. She and her husband, Jerry, are completely comfortable with each other. But, Linda wants more than comfortable, she wants romance, she wants to be swept off her feet, she wants to have an affair with her husband. Thus, Linda sets out on a mission to captivate her husband all over again. The road to romance isn't as clear as it was in college. Two teenagers, two demanding jobs, friends and neighbors in need, and a family crisis all work against not only her dream of passion and romance, but the future of her marriage. With humor and depth, Megan created real characters facing real situations and gives an image of a perfectly passionate, lasting marriage. Anyone wondering if there is a story in a committed marriage will find the answer in this book. And, don't be surprised if you find yourself going out and buying a few scented candles of your own! I highly recommend this book for the hopeless romantic in us all.
Guest More than 1 year ago
In Searching for Spice, Megan DiMaria has hit a home run. You¿ll experience a wide range of emotions as you follow Linda and Jerry Revere as they approach their 25th Anniversary. Linda is looking for more romance from her husband and thinks that this is the one thing she needs to make her life complete¿until curve balls begin to come her way. You¿ll find yourself turning the pages of this wonderfully-told story as fast as I did¿and along the way you just might feel, as I did, that you¿ve found a ¿sister¿ in Linda Revere.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Searching for Spice, by Megan DiMaria, is a novel filled with heart. The characters are funny and down to earth, as if they really could be readers' very own next door neighbors. The book isn't all fun and games though. When the teen daughter, Emma, makes a dreadful mistake that threatens to spin Linda and her family out of control, readers will cry a little too. DiMaria lifts readers back up with a joyous and creative ending that will leave readers with a smile!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Remember young love? That first blush of I-can¿t-wait-to-see-him excitement? Well, Linda Revere sure does, and she wants some of it back! Megan DiMaria¿s debut novel crackles with the yearnings of a long-married wife who just wants to put a little spice back in her marriage. Anybody who¿s been married for more than a few years will relate to Linda¿s many failed attempts at seducing her husband. A sick dog, kid trouble, even the neighbors get in the way. But through it all, Linda rediscovers the man she married and redefines just what makes a man a prince. b Searching for Spice /b is an impressive debut novel. It¿ll make you laugh, make you think, and maybe even bring a tear to your eye. DiMaria is a skilled writer with a gift for dialogue. She puts her characters into realistic situations and has us rooting for them till the end. I look forward to her follow-up novel in October, and many more literary offerings in the years to come.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Searching for Spice by Megan DiMaria is a fresh and captivating look at relationships. Linda, the main character, tackles a potpurri of issues with her children, friends, co-workers, and the occasional sharp comments of her boss. After twenty-five years of marriage though, Linda has some definite ideas about marital bliss. In this delightful romp, she sets her sights on refreshing her marriage, and her husband! This is a fast-paced, humorous, and sometimes poignant story of the ups-and-downs of family life, where Linda-- and the reader-- will eventually recognize the full-bloomed scent of love in a marriage's solid foundation.
Guest More than 1 year ago
It's hard to believe this is Megan DiMaria¿s Debut novel. Her characters spring to life from the page. 'Searching for Spice' starts off sweet as sugar as Linda Revere plots to restore ¿ or maybe find for the first time ¿ the romance in her marriage. But DiMaria turns up the heat as she moves into the story, as Linda begins to face conflict in more than just her marriage. A cranky boss, wacky co-workers make her work life difficult, and DiMaria provides an intriguing look into life in a high-end photography studio. But at home, all seems to be sunshine and roses ¿ well, except for the roses part. They seem to be a bit lacking. Soon, Linda begins to face more trouble than just a way to spice up her marriage as a health crisis and prank turned disaster cause sparks to fly, and not the good kind. The search for romance stalls, however, as two family crises develop. The situations generate sparks between Linda and her husband, Jerry, but not the type she hoped for.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Searching for Spice speaks to the plight of many married couples in the third decade of marriage. The kids, the job, the house, even the family pet, all contribute to the ever widening distance that Linda strives to bridge between herself and her beloved Jerry. The daily activities of this family come to life through vivid word pictures and emotion-packed scenes that draw the reader right into the midst of the Revere household. Megan¿s portrayal of the interactions between not only the family members, but also those who affect Linda¿s life in the work place and in the neighborhood is realistic. The reader is treated to a fresh look at the ¿teen-ager in trouble¿ and how it affects the dynamics of the Reveres and their interactions with each other. The threads of the plot are woven into an intricate pattern that provides unexpected tension. Linda¿s faith plays a major part in the way she handles one obstacle after another. Yet, we travel with her through the ups and downs of her faith journey as she ¿walks through the valley¿ and faces her fears and her shortcomings. Megan DeMaria writes with a delightful voice that brings a chuckle to the lips, a tear to the eye, and a tug on the heartstrings as she navigates Linda through the roadblocks of daily life that prevent her from connecting with her husband in a meaningful manner.
Guest More than 1 year ago
SEARCHING FOR SPICE, By Megan DiMaria Reviewed by Marion Kelley Bullock Linda Revere is blessed with a good, dependable husband and two children whom she dearly loves. Jerry Revere is a down-to-earth community college science teacher who provides for his family¿s needs. But after nearly twenty-five years of marriage, Linda Revere is bored. She yearns for something more. She wants the sizzle back in her marriage. She wants passion. She wants romance. And Jerry, dear that he is, doesn¿t even know the meaning of the word. What¿s she to do? Why, come up with a plan, of course. But plans don¿t always work as expected, because life gets in the way. In the midst of frustrations on the job, helping friends, and handling crises in her home, Linda struggles to spice up her marriage¿ make it the stuff of her dreams. And in the process, she asks for God¿s help. Is her faith sufficient to handle her problems or is it just a Sunday thing? I loved the way Megan interwove her own special blend of dry wit and charm throughout this fresh, romantic tale. I exulted over the heroine¿s determination to revitalize her marriage. I cheered for her as she faced and overcame trials and temptations in her quest. And I enjoyed her sweetness and even her snarky moments, as she came through her problems and found peace in Jesus. What a fun read!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Linda Revere is a smart, sassy, spunky lady whose desire to ignite a little romance from her husband is priceless. But her self-titled LAME plan gets waylaid as family problems - and life in general - come crashing in around her. A fun, touching story that you'll fall in love with from start to finish!
Guest More than 1 year ago
What a breath of fresh air. Megan DiMaria has a pulse on the Boomer generation. I love that a woman my own age is the main character - not just somebody¿s mom. Linda¿s thoughts and feelings so closely mirrored my own I had to take a break to reflect on some of them. What insight! Linda becomes frustrated juggling her responsibilities and attempting to knock Jerry, her husband of nearly twenty-five years, out of ¿comfortable¿ into sizzling mode. Things are beginning to get spicy. However, constant interruptions from busted appliances, her kids and work are interfering with Linda and Jer¿s romantic rendezvous. My favorite part of the book is a remarkable reconciliation between Carol and Linda. I was literally sobbing. I won¿t spoil it for you you¿ll have to read it for yourself. I am amazed that this is Megan¿s debut book. She turns a phrase with such a creative flare you would swear she was a multi-published author. Tyndale has a gem in Megan. I can hardly wait to read her next book. Thankfully, I won¿t have to wait too long it¿s released early this fall.
harstan More than 1 year ago
After a quarter of century of marriage to caring professor Jerry and the raising of two children soon to leave the nest, Linda Revere wants the same spice in her relationship with her husband as they had before the kids nuked the excitement. However, obtaining what they once had proves difficult to achieve as the kids still are home, and she and Jerry come from their jobs mentally tired and physically middle aged. --- Still Linda hopes for some romance with Jerry. However, each plan she concocts seems to fall apart as everyday living supersedes romantic interludes she feels the best laid plans of mice, men and Linda always goes astray. Still an optimist in spite of being a customer service rep and a mom, Linda looks kindly upon the empty nest future even as she accepts the present will remain boringly comfortable. --- SEARCHING FOR SPICE is an engaging realistic look at middle age relationships. Linda is fabulous as she holds the tale (and her family) together. Her situations at work, at her daughter¿s school, at home and with Jerry seem genuine as she struggles with her desires for more with her husband symbolized by her efforts to seduce Jerry who shows his full appreciation of her by snoring. Fans, especially those with soon to be or already empty nests, will appreciate this amusing yet poignant look at relationships in which even when the customer is obviously wrong in front of a jury of his or her peers, he or she is always right. --- Harriet Klausner
Deborah_K More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed reading this book. It was fun reading about what it takes to make a marriage work and how to spice things up. Linda¿s attempts to make her husband transform from a boring professor to a love machine are hilarious. I think that a lot of married women will relate to this book because many of them are probably in the same situation. The scenes involving Linda¿s daughter and her teacher were very intense and added a lot of suspense to the story. It¿s a realistic situation that has happened before in schools today. Linda is a very patient character and it shows throughout the book. This was evident in scenes involving her job. Wow, I really hated Linda's boss. Being in customer service stinks because you always have to please the customer but I thought the way Luke treated his staff was horrendous. I would have quit myself no matter how much I liked the job. No one should have to be treated that way. Linda has an awful lot of patience that I most certainly don't have and I really admired her for that. The only thing that slightly bothered me was that nothing is ever explained as to why Carole acts the way she does. She acts really cranky and uppity the whole book and then at the very end she and Linda magically become friends. It just seems very unrealistic to have her character do a complete 180 without any explanation. Unless there will be another book involving her character, it seemed like a very untidy ending for me. Other than this, I had a ball reading this book. I¿m not married but this has given lots of ideas and advice to what to expect in a marriage in the future. I¿m glad Linda and Jerry have a better understanding of what both needed to maintain a loving and lasting marriage. This was an excellent debut by Megan Dimaria and I¿m looking forward to reading more from her in the future.