Ruth Roth is a straight shooter. Pity Cupid’s not.
Smart-mouth Ruth is an inspirational humour columnist for a popular women’s magazine. Recently divorced, she has found the love of her life. Without any help, mind you, from the little fat love god. Ruth has decided she herself is her one and only.
And she’s in a comfy place. Why wouldn’t she be? No need to yell, ‘Put the bloody toilet seat down!’ No need to hear, 'Pull my finger'. No need to hoover toe-nail clippings off the carpet.
But then a silver-tongued Prince Charming fronts up in his shiny Merc and tickles her discarded, little-girl fantasies. He tells her their love is written in the stars.
It must be a misprint!
A romance with this particular PC is not so PC. Still …
Ruth’s life plays out more like ancient myth than fairy tale. And what hot-blooded woman can resist forbidden fruit?
There's a problem, though. Ruth does not have a hot-blooded mum. Ruth has a pain-in-the-arse mum whose squawking disapproval cranks the taboo up a notch.
So then, all the more reason to take up with the stud! But it means taking on the harpy.
Tensions mount, and even Ruth’s man can’t protect her from the trash-talking voices in her head. It looks like he can’t muzzle his own either. When an earth-shattering revelation causes him to give her grief, it makes her feel like she’s dating her mother.
Taking the kind of advice she doles out to her readers is not so easy, and Ruth wonders if this love can survive. More to the point, is it worth the trouble?
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About the Author
Paula Houseman thought her life was, well ... meh. Until she started fiction writing. Memories flooded back and she realised her existence had not been mundane at all. It had been bloody ridiculous! Her university studies helped her see what was hidden behind the absurdity, and to understand that at the core of everything we read and circulate, there is a wealth of ancient, uncut stories that echo from the backwoods of our individual and collective psyches. While digging around in these myths, Paula unearthed her muse—the butt-ugly, potty-mouthed goddess of obscenity; she who embodies a holy kind of dirty and who got her into a lot of shit when she was a kid! This muse reminded her of the value of laughter and is responsible for the bawdiness in her books, Readers' Favorite Award winner, coming-of-age chick lit, 'Odyssey in a Teacup', and Books 2 & 3 in the Ruth Roth Series, romantic comedies, 'Cupid F*cks Up' (previously known as 'Apoca[hot]lips') and 'My Troyboy is a Twat'.