Julie and Scott Cutter made a deal: 2 years. Scott will spend 2 years working as a butler for a rich reality TV star and then they will start the family Julie has always dreamed of. This makes total sense according to Julie’s life plan.This situation was all well and good until Julie learns that, at 35, she is approaching pre-natal geriatric status. Julie never considered herself old, but biology says different. For the first time her plan is in question. She debates if she should cough up the money to freeze her eggs, as her doctor suggests, or start trying to get pregnant earlier than expected. This is complicated by the fact that her husband lives in the basement of his celebrity boss’s Manhattan mansion instead of with her, across the East River in Queens. Oh, and Scott casually announces over brunch one morning he doesn’t want kids anymore. Convinced spending an idyllic Fourth of July weekend in the Hamptons will change his mind, Julie saddles up on the back of Scott’s motorcycle for the holiday festivities. A chance confrontation between Scott’s celebrity boss in the Hamptons confirms her worst nightmare, but also leaves her with a glimmer of hope. She returns to the city confused, alone and with a really great idea that might just be the beginning of a new future
Genre: FICTION / Romance / ContemporaryAuthor is a top promotor with good/strong sales.
There’s a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. This doesn’t feel right. I thought I was ready for this step, but it feels all wrong. I don’t have my life together yet. Scott might not want kids, after all. My mind slides to all the alcohol I drank last night, the wine this afternoon. Have I subconsciously damaged my chances for a healthy baby before I even knew there was one? I was so sure I would be elated in this moment, but instead all I feel is dread.
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. One sec,” comes a brash male voice on the other side of the door. In a flash, the door handle turns and the heavy white block of the outside world swings toward me. I look for a place to stash the pregnancy test, but it happens too fast. The voice bursts into the bathroom with a swagger.
I whirl around in shock, holding the stick with both hands in front of me.
“Oh!” I exclaim.
“Damn! Didn’t know you were in here, sweetheart.”
“I was just leaving.” I try to edge around him, but he takes up the entire doorframe. He glances at the stick in my hand.
“Good news?” A wicked smile spreads across Jake’s face, and in that moment, I know I’m dead.
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by André Weber
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by tania burguete
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