Julie Farley is the author of Tripped Up Love and The New Ever After.
She lives in Richmond, VA with her husband, four rarely quiet children and her 50 pound lap dog. Julie spends her days writing and teaching preschool. She chronicles her adventures on her blog atjuliefarley.com and is working on the next book in The New Ever After Series.
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The sequel to Tripped Up Love is here! After becoming a widow with three small children, Heather Meadows is starting a new life. She has a sexy new husband, newborn twins, and a blossoming career as a writer. But with the advent of summer comes an avalanche of worries about doing it all and being enough. In her quirky style that drew readers to Tripped Up Love, Heather works through her new challenges and surprises with the fortitude she found she had when her first husband died. Only this time, her strength is put to the ultimate test as she faces losing not only her best friend but her new happily ever after as well
After hemming and hawing about the trip for days, Heather finally woke up on
Saturday excited to go on the mysterious honeymoon with Peter. No matter
what Victoria said, it was a well-deserved trip. The last time she went on
an adult vacation for a week was to Paris the year before Hayes was born.
The prospect was exciting, even though she was filled with guilt and would
miss the kids. She knew that Donna and Phil had wanted to take the big kids
for a week to the beach ever since Hank had passed away. They were excited
about being able to take them now. Jenny and Janie were going to alternate
mornings at the house to give Heather’s mom a little break. All of the plans
were finalized. All five kids were taken care of. She was almost done
packing the big guys and still had grocery shopping to do for the necessary
supplies for her mom and the twins. Heather also had to get herself ready.
Peter had insisted on packing her clothes, but she was determined to throw a
few things in just in case she didn’t like his choices.
Heather got up and ran her errands, which included going to have a Brazilian
wax done. The whole idea scared the crap out of her, but she had secretly
always wanted to see what it would be like to get one. She figured now was
the perfect time before she was about to leave for a week’s vacation with
the hottest guy in town. The spa’s Web site mentioned taking Advil before
the procedure to reduce swelling and pain. She took four just in case. She
was getting the Bombshell Wax and was escorted to a little private room. The
room was funky with pink accents and stars on the ceiling. Music was piped
through speakers. Heather tried to relax and removed her clothes and put on
the little robe. She got up on the table and felt like her stomach was going
to explode because she was so nervous. Brenda, the aesthetician, walked in
just as she was contemplating getting up to go, having decided this wasn’t a
“Hi, sweetie! First time?”
“Yes, and I’m having second thoughts.”
“No need. Just lie down and it will be over before you know it.”
Heather wasn’t sure why she ever thought this was a good idea. She only
really wanted Peter down there or a doctor who had to perform some kind of
exam. Brenda readied the materials and started the process. Heather was
holding onto the sides of the table with a death grip. The aesthetician
smiled and went to work.
“How many kids do you have?”
“I have five.”
“Three kids and a set of twins.”
“Wow, you look great for five kids,” she said, and Heather couldn’t help but
wonder if she was thinking that her lady parts looked great or the rest of
her. Was stuff supposed to be hanging out? Should she feel lucky that she
only sometimes peed when she sneezed?
“Thanks,” said Heather grimacing as the wax was being put on.
“Now this will hurt a little but I promise it will be worth it.”
Worth it for who? Peter better like it. He had no idea Heather was there,
and she wanted to keep it a secret until they arrived at their secret
destination. She knew that was going to be hard to do because Peter was very
touchy feely and saw her naked all the time. He thought she was running
errands right now while he was watching the kids.
She yelled as the first piece of wax was peeled off. Removing hair was more
painful than giving birth, which didn’t really make sense because a piece of
hair was miniscule and a baby’s head was gigantic. After an excruciating
fifteen minutes, Heather felt like she had been riding a horse without a
saddle. She paid, thanked Brenda and went on her way.