You Only Get Better: The Perfect Life\Three For The Road\This Time Around

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Three fascinating women discover that life, love and everything else gets better with age!
Maxine Davis's life is careening out of control—her marriage is dull, her teenage daughters are driving her insane and she is days away from a big birthday. New York Times bestselling author Connie Briscoe spins a compelling story of betrayal, forgiveness and redemption in The Perfect Life.
A nasty divorce and the tragic...
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Overview

Three fascinating women discover that life, love and everything else gets better with age!
Maxine Davis's life is careening out of control—her marriage is dull, her teenage daughters are driving her insane and she is days away from a big birthday. New York Times bestselling author Connie Briscoe spins a compelling story of betrayal, forgiveness and redemption in The Perfect Life.
A nasty divorce and the tragic events of 9/11 help an empty nester see beyond the narrow confines of her material world.
In Three for the Road, Essence and Blackboard bestselling author Lolita Files takes readers on a breathtaking road trip to self-discovery with Lillibelle Goldman, as she meets an unlikely kindred spirit…
In This Time Around, by bestselling author Anita Bunkley, a successful career woman proves that life doesn't end at forty. At forty-nine, Anika Redmond has just received an extreme makeover. But even with her new, hot body and a power job, Anita is still searching for the one thing in life that eludes her—a happy ending….
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780373830596
  • Publisher: Kimani Press
  • Publication date: 3/1/2007
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 320
  • Product dimensions: 5.13 (w) x 8.00 (h) x 0.88 (d)

Meet the Author

Connie Briscoe

Lolita Files is the author of Tastes Like Chicken, Child of God, Blind Ambitions, Getting to the Good Part, and Scenes from a Sistah. Currently developing projects for television and film, Files has a degree in broadcast journalism and lives outside of Los Angeles.

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The brass headboard thumped against the wall as he rolled off of her and onto his back. Maxine gritted her teeth and lowered her flannel nightgown back down to her knees then stared up at the ceiling and began to count silently. One, two, three, When she reached ten, she turned her face against the cotton pillowcase and glanced at her husband. Just as she'd predicted, he was sound asleep, his fifty-year-old, sepia-toned face looking as contented as a baby's after feeding. In another ten seconds flat, Curtis would be snoring loudly enough for the neighbors to hear. Whereas it would be hours before she would be able to get even a wink of sleep.

Maxine tossed the bed quilt aside and stood with enough force to shake a mountain, even though she knew Mr. Romantic After Sex wouldn't feel the bed move. You would think she'd be used to this dull-sex routine by now. She was forty-five, they had been married for twenty years and this wham, bam, good night ma'am routine had been going on for ten of them. For years it had been tolerable. She would just roll onto her side, fume for a few minutes and doze off herself. But for the past year or so, Maxine had been having a lot of trouble falling asleep. She was also gaining weight, having hot flashes and losing her eyesight. Not only was her sex life more depress-ing these days, her whole life was also messed up.

She grabbed a pair of black slipper socks from the floor near the bed and put them on. This getting older was no walk in the park. In fact, it was more like a walk through hell. It certainly didn't make life's ills any easier. She opened the door and marched out of the bedroom. What she needed was a good stiff drink. A nice glass of sherry, or better yet, Tia Maria.

She made her way down the carpeted hallway without both-ering to switch on a light. No need to make everyone else in the house miserable, too, by waking them. Besides, she had enough misery running through her pores at this moment for the entire household. She stopped abruptly at her daughter's closed bedroom door and stared at the orange neon Keep Out poster for a second, then twisted the knob and threw the door wide open.

Earlier that evening she had reminded Brandi for the hun-dredth time not to close her door as the fifteen-year-old rudely hopped up from the dinner table and stormed off because Maxine refused to let her go to a party that Saturday night. Maxine didn't like teenagers closing their bedroom doors. No telling what they were up to behind them. She hadn't allowed Brandi's older sister, Naomi, to close her door unless she was getting dressed and she wasn't going to start allowing it now.

Maxine hastily flipped on the light switch and walked up to Brandi's twin bed as the girl lifted her head and squinted against the bright ceiling light. Brandi rubbed her eyes, frowned deeply and looked up at her mother, a puzzled expression on her young tan face. She was clutching an off-white teddy bear, and a few strands of dark brown curly hair peeked out from a pink cotton scarf tied around her head.

Maxine struggled to keep her cool as she stared into the young girl's face, a face that her mother and others always said was the spitting image of her own. Maxine didn't see it. She thought Brandi was a lot cuter than she had ever been. "Didn't I tell you not to close your bedroom door?" Maxine said, hands planted firmly on her hips as she towered above the bed.

"What?"

"I've told you a thousand times to keep this door open," Maxine said, straining to keep her voice calm. Why did kids suddenly become hard of hearing when they reached the teen years? Naomi had been the same way.

Brandi glanced from her mother to the clock on her night-stand and back at her mother. "It's one o'clock in the morning, and you woke me up to tell me that?" Brandi tightened her clutch on the teddy bear and buried her head beneath the pillow.

"If you kept the door open like you're told, I wouldn't have to wake you up."

"It's just a damn door!" Brandi yelled, her voice slightly muffled by the pillow.

"Don't you curse at me, young lady." Maxine smacked her lips, bent over and yanked a pair of blue jeans off the floor.

"And why can't you ever hang your clothes up when you take them off?" she snapped. She held the jeans out at arm's length.

"I pay too much money for this stuff that you have to have, for you to be throwing it on the floor. I'm tired of telling you that over and over again."

Brandi yanked the pillow off her head and sat up abruptly. "Get off my back, will you? I'm trying to sleep here. You have no right to do this to me just because you're having one of your senior moments."

Maxine glared at Brandi for a second and debated what to do. She was tempted to grab the girl and drag her out of bed. But Maxine did feel a twinge of guilt for waking her daughter in the middle of the night, at least partly because of her frus-trated sex life with her husband and partly because, well, Brandi was right. She was having a senior moment, one of those rushing to her head and it would burst wide open any moment. Maxine knew what that meant. A hot flash was coming on. Still, Brandi had no right to talk to her mother that way.

Maxine wiped the perspiration from her forehead with the back of her hand and threw the jeans across the seat of Brandi's desk chair. She backed out of the room and switched off the light. If there was anything more aggravating than getting older, it was having a smart-mouthed, ornery teenage daughter. Maxine had gone through this once with Naomi, now thank-fully away in her freshman year of college at Hampton Univer-sity, Maxine's alma mater. Maxine didn't like to admit it to Naomi left home. One less ungrateful brat to deal with.

She walked down the short flight of stairs of the split foyer and across the family room carpet to the kitchen. She opened a cabinet, reached up for the bottle of Tia Maria and poured herself a drink, then walked back into the family room and sat on the stuffed leather armchair. She put her feet up on the footrest, took a sip and leaned her head back as the warm liquid flashes come even more fast and furious, but so what. It also helped her to relax.

What a chore her life had become, she thought as she glanced out the patio door. It was pitch black, but she didn't need to be able to see to know exactly what was going on out there in this cookie-cutter suburban neighborhood. Nothing. Every house, every yard, every driveway was the same, down to the little nondescript trees planted at the curb in front of each dwelling. It was the typical Maryland suburb. It was quiet, it was safe. It was also dull, just like her life.

Sometimes she missed the danger and excitement of Wash-ington, D.C., and the early years of their family life. She and Curtis were struggling to save money to buy this house and better cars, but they were young and vibrant and always made time for dinner, dancing and outings with the girls. He regu-larly brought her roses and chocolates for no reason, and she made the effort to cook his favorite meals.

Somewhere along the way all of that had changed. She couldn't remember the last time Curtis brought home flowers or candy, and she hated to cook. It was hard to get up the mo-tivation to prepare a big meal when it went unappreciated. And no one appreciated her around here anymore. Not Curtis. Not the girls. All they cared about was having clean laundry and getting three hot meals a day. If she walked out of this house tomorrow, they could find a cleaning woman and never even miss her. Curtis could pop one his precious Viagra pills and hire prostitutes for his sex life for all the romance he showed his wife.

Her weight had fluctuated a lot since she reached her forties, as she fought against regaining the extra pounds she had carried around in her childhood. Curtis used to notice whenever she gained or lost a few pounds. He generally preferred her when she had a little more meat on her bones and was more "full-figured," as he called it. But over the past year she had slowly ballooned to one hundred forty-five pounds for the first time in her life, and Curtis hadn't said a word. Not one word. She had become invisible to him.

She had had a good relationship with Brandi until about two years ago. They used to shop together, cook together and laugh at each other's jokes. She had had good relationships with both of her daughters until they turned thirteen and discovered boys. Then they seemed to think they didn't have to listen to their old, hot-flash-having mama anymore. What a pity. She had worked so hard to develop open relationships with her daughters and not to be too controlling. But if Naomi and Brandi thought that meant they could run over her and do whatever they pleased—whenever they pleased—they were dead wrong. She was still their mother and as long as either of them lived in her house, her word was law.

Which is exactly what her mama used to tell her. Maxine exhaled loudly. Sometimes she felt that she had become a watered-down version of her mother despite all her effort not to. Even her mother was telling her to lighten up with the girls these days. Just last week, Brandi brought her report card home with a D in history. Her grade in math had dropped from a B to a C, so Maxine took her cell phone and grounded her until the next marking period.

Apparently, Brandi called her grandmother very soon there-after, because less than an hour later Maxine picked up the phone to hear her mother's voice. "Don't you think you're being too hard on Brandi, Maxine? I don't think I ever punished you for longer than two weeks and never for a report card." Maxine listened politely as her mother went on and on. She didn't remind Francis that she was never grounded for her report cards because she hardly ever brought home any grades below a B. She was too scared of what would happen if she did.

Maxine lifted her head to take another sip of Tia Maria just as the phone rang. She blinked and her thick eyelashes fluttered rapidly as she hastily placed her glass on the coffee table. Who would be calling at this hour? she wondered as she jumped up, ran into the kitchen and grabbed the phone sitting on the kitchen desk.

"Maxine," her mother said, her voice sounding high and anxious.

"What is it, Ma? Is everything okay?"

Maxine heard her mother sigh loudly and a chill ran up her spine. "Are you all right?" she asked anxiously.

"I'm fine. It's your Aunt Cassie. She had a heart attack. She—" Francis paused and sniffed. "She didn't make it," Francis said softly.

Maxine caught her breath. "Oh, no!"

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 3, 2007

    You Mellow With Time

    Maxine is a wife and mother, who at the age of 45 just feels as if she is unfulfilled, or maybe she's just not getting any attention. However, readers will learn that her unhappiness stems from something lurking from her past. Maxine never had the opportunity to close something that happened 20 years prior. When her aunt passes, she must travel to the funeral, and she's now face-to-face with those demons that she's suffered with in silence. Is there forgiveness in her future? Three For the Road: Lolita Files Spoiled since she was a child, Lilibelle has even managed to be spoiled in her adult life as well. Married to a rich and successful doctor for twenty five years, Lilibelle devotes her life to her family. Of all days to learn that life as you know it is changing without your knowledge, it's 9/11, an already painful day, yet Lilibelle learns that her husband is leaving her and wants a divorce. Devastated, Lilibelle does not know what to do. She's never had to be on her own. Is she capable of making her own decisions? This Time Around: Anita Bunkley Danika is a divorcee that has worked hard to climb the corporate ladder. Not really missing much as far as the social life goes, she's devoted all of her time to work. Her neighbor tells her about a contest that she feels will enhance Danika's life. Amazingly Danika is the winner of the contest, and believe it or not, it did really enhance her life and great things begin to happen with people taking notice. Danika is given an assignment in the scorching hot West Texas. Unfortunately, the scenery provides very little however, a familiar face will be there. Is there still a little heat in the oven? Just like fine wine,'You Only Get Better' with time. An overall decent read by great women, but times it was somewhat of a slow read.

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