Published by Self-Published on May 18th 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Shakespeare believed there was always humor in tragedy and tragedy in humor.
My life proved his theory as fact.
At eighteen I was a single parent moving to this small town to be with the man I loved. The one who was supposed to love and cherish me in return.
Finding out he had a wife was tragic.
Remaining in love with him in spite of her was more tragic.
My mom and best friend setting me up on a long string of blind dates was an ongoing tragedy.
Nine years later, I’ve learned to see the humor in most situations.
My mom and best friend setting me up on disastrous blind dates.
My son’s jokes.
The fire alarm going off each time I cook.
My constant bright spot always adding to the humor was my son, Hayden. But when Hayden had a life-threatening allergic reaction, the man who came to help my little boy became my own savior. His laugh, his smile, and the way his eyes lit up when he spoke to my son made him a beacon of light in both our lives.
But I wasn’t the only one who noticed him.
When I began having feelings for the man my best and only friend had fallen for, I knew following my heart would once again lead to a fresh round of heartbreak.
Love led me to this town.
Lies kept me there.
Would history repeat itself?
Or had life just thrown me another Curveball?
I’m a huge fan of Mariah’s so when she asked me if I wanted to review this book I said yes immediately. I didn’t expect to end up getting pneumonia shortly after and not being able to read but that didn’t stop me.
Lying in bed one morning I decided to pick my kindle up and see if I could actually get into a book. Something that would hold my interest through the coughing and fever. I shouldn’t have been surprised that Curveball did exactly that. It may have taken almost 2 days to read it and that wasn’t by choice but by the time I got done I was so happy that I chose this book to help me keep my mind off not feeling good.
Mariah has this way with her characters that, when you read a book of hers, they come alive through the pages. You can feel them. See them. Touch them. They could be you, your best friend, a family member or someone you met in passing. They’re real and alive. Not just another book character that you’ll forget. They stay with you.
That’s how this book was for me. It’s raw. It’s powerful. It’s not sunshine and roses well it is but it took awhile to get there. Cohen and Ella had to work hard for their relationship. That’s what made everything real. It wasn’t easy and I loved that.
Curveball is one of those books that will keep you up all night reading until you get done. It’s packed full of emotions, real love and real situations that anyone who reads this will be able to relate.
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“I don’t watch TV at night…” Her voice drifts off, and I know it’s because she realizes I’m going to ask why.
And I do.
“You’re going to laugh.”
“It’s because I can’t hear things.”
“What kinds of things are you trying to hear?”
“I don’t know. Strange noises and things…”
“Do I need to spell it out for you?” She’s trying to sound annoyed, but I can hear the smile in her voice.
“Apparently, because I have no idea what you’re talking about. What kinds of strange noises are you going to hear? I usually turn my TV up to block out all the strange sounds like the neighbor’s kids and the lady behind me that sounds like Fran fucking Drescher.”
“You know who Fran Drescher is?”
“My mother was a big fan of that stupid show she was in. Stop changing the subject. What are you listening for? Hayden won’t sneak out.”
“What if someone breaks in?”
“You’re not serious.”
“Of course I’m serious!”
“What do you do all night?” I ask.
“Work,” she admits. “Well, usually I clean, and then I work.”
“I’m coming over.”
The panic in her voice doesn’t make her sound upset about the idea, but afraid.
Is it because she likes me?
“Why not?” I ask.
“It’s like nine o’clock.”
“Are you about to turn orange and sprout a stem?”
“That and I’m not wearing a bra, if you must know.”
“So put it back on.”
“You don’t understand. That’s like saying put your jeans back on.”
“I am in jeans,” I lie just to get a reaction out of her.
“What is wrong with you?” she cries.
“What’s wrong with jeans?”
“They’re stiff and uncomfortable. Wearing jeans all day is basically equivalent to walking on sandpaper. But at least you guys have pockets that will actually hold something larger than a thimble and don’t ride up your ass.”