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Give It Away: Battle Ridge Bittersweet Romance, #1
Give It Away: Battle Ridge Bittersweet Romance, #1
Give It Away: Battle Ridge Bittersweet Romance, #1
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Give It Away: Battle Ridge Bittersweet Romance, #1

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Contractor George Connelly can't seem to win.

His wife walked out on him with no warning and suddenly, for a man who seemed to have it all,  his whole life is in the dumpster.  As he reels from crisis to crisis, he just can't seem to do the right things.

His lawyer, the stunning Terry James, is just itching to sort things out for him, but for once, he needs to do it himself.  If only he can solve the mystery of where it all went wrong with his wife Enid, he could get his life back together again.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJan 12, 2019
ISBN9781386533085
Give It Away: Battle Ridge Bittersweet Romance, #1
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Tessa Bonny

Tessa Bonny has been writing romance for years, hiding away in the mountains of Montana. Her hobbies include staring broodingly at said mountains while sipping her favorite tea - especially at sunset, walking through meadows wearing diaphanous gowns at midnight, and gardening. In her down time, she enjoys playing with her own harem and having tea parties, dressing up in period costumes.

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    Give It Away - Tessa Bonny

    A big round of thank yous to my beta readers on this project:

    Amanda Monroe; my husband, Rob Blum; my daughter, Cleo Holmes; and my awesome writing partner, Amanda Luhrsen and her kind, forbearing husband, Eric Luhrsen, who puts up with our shenanigans.

    I’d also like to thank Amanda Luhrsen for my awesome cover design.

    1

    E nid, I gotta go to freaking work, I can’t have this same fight with you again, George said as he looked for his truck keys.

    Oh, sure.  Work again.  It’s always work with you.  You can’t take the time to work on us.  Ever.  It’s just work, work, work.  Enid’s voice was scornful of the whole situation.

    George dug his keys out from under paperwork piled on the kitchen bar and turned to really look at Enid.  She was so beautiful.  Perfect blonde highlighted hair, perfect body in her skin tight, skinny jeans and low cut sweater. Perfect pouty lips.  Some women were even more beautiful angry.  Enid just wasn’t one of them.  Her face scrunched tight pulling her lips thin and making her eyes look small and mean.

    You don’t want to really work on us or we’d have already gotten that counseling we talked about, you just want to spend time telling me how I could be better.  How I disappoint and fail you in every aspect of our lives.  Honestly, could you give it a rest?  I’m late for a meeting, he told her.

    Enid’s face turned red and she started to sputter angrily.  George watched her and realized for the first time that it was possible for love to just die.

    He sighed and understood she wasn’t going to be coherent for a little bit. Why did you marry me, Enid?  We have fought like cats and dogs since just after we married.  It has never been like when we dated in high school.  I thought getting married was just going to be a continuation of the happiness we had then and when we were together in college.  But here we are having the exact same fight we’ve been having for the entire six years of our marriage.  You don’t like any aspect of our lives.  We’ve been together thirteen years, why are you still with me?

    Enid’s face twisted up even more, like she wanted to cry but wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of doing it in front of him.  She turned away and he saw her take a couple of deep breaths before she turned back.  I don’t know why.  You are right.  We’ve never been happy since we got married.  She gulped audibly and continued with a determined look on her face, George, I’m leaving you.  Keep everything.  I don’t want any memories of this place.  Hell, just give it away.  I’ll have my clothes and stuff cleared out by the time you get home from work.

    George just stood there holding his now forgotten truck keys and stared at her.  You mean it, don’t you?  You are really leaving me.

    She just nodded jerkily.

    Well, if that’s what will finally make you happy again?  Then goodbye, Enid.

    My lawyer will contact you about the divorce.

    Whoa.  When did we talk about a divorce?  What lawyer?  George’s voice got choked up.  It was one thing for Enid to leave him, but...divorce?  That seemed so final.  They had been together since they were kids.  We can see that marriage counselor, Enid, we don’t gotta get divorced.

    Nope, my mind is made up.  I’m leaving you and I want a divorce.  Enid’s face was set in what George referred to as her stubborn mule face.

    Well, where are you gonna go?  He asked her.

    What do you care, George? She all but spit this in his face.  Isn’t it enough I won’t be around to nag you about us anymore?

    George’s face fell.  Of course I care what happens to you.  Don’t be dumb.  I don’t want you to leave in a huff and then be homeless.

    Enid got a funny gleam in her eye.  Don’t you worry about me, George Connelly.  I’ll land on my feet.

    She turned on her heel and snatched up her purse from the dining table as she flounced towards the door to the garage. 

    George just stood staring stupidly at the door after she slammed it.  He heard the whir of the garage door opening and then she started her car and backed out into the street.

    He was still standing there in the kitchen long after he could no longer hear her car.

    He finally shook himself and turned to look at the cozy kitchen and dining room with new eyes.  All the little touches she had spread throughout that he felt made it a home not just a house.  In the living room he could hear the expensive robot vacuum she had browbeat him into getting for her undock itself from its wall charger and start cleaning its way around the room. 

    Such a prosaic sound dropped into what felt like the end of George’s life.  He had never felt so adrift or alone.

    Suddenly his cell phone rang and he stared at the screen blankly for a beat before answering it. 

    Hello?  George heard the lost and broken way his voice sounded.  He cleared his throat and tried again, Hello.

    Boss, you coming to work today?  The homeowners are looking to meet with you.  You were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago.  It was Frank Davis, his foreman and best friend.

    He cleared his throat again and said, Oh, yeah, sure, Frank.  Stall them for a minute for me, I’m going to get some coffee and then I’ll be there.  I’m leaving now.

    You okay, George?  You sound funny.

    George blew out a breath, Yeah, I’m fine.  I just need a minute.  I’ll explain what’s going on later.  Just focus on the Lees, keep them calm until I get there and explain why they can’t make more changes at this late date.

    He hung up and looked sadly around the kitchen again before grabbing the leather messenger bag he used as a briefcase and heading out to deal with real life.

    2

    I mean, honestly, Frank , who the hell walks out on their marriage on a Tuesday morning before work?

    Frank shrugged and drank more of his beer. 

    So far this whole day has been straight in the toilet, George said.  I can not get the Lees to understand that we can’t change any of the layout at the eleventh damn hour.  Seriously, who doesn’t understand that the kitchen is where the kitchen is because the plumbing and electrical are already in and you just can’t freaking move it to the other side of the house now.  At least not for nothing.  I mean, George stopped and looked thoughtful, " I guess I can tear it all out and charge them through the nose, but

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