Take some time out for yourself. You deserve it.
New Zealand or England. Where will you go first?
A deafening crash shook the upper level of the house, making Kit Maguire drop her hairdryer onto her left foot. She let out a string of inappropriate curses and waited for the pain to subside. It took an effort to quell the overwhelming temptation to kick the hairdryer across the room. The price tag still emblazoned on the box helped. It gobbled up the last of her savings and changed her life. Not the hairdryer actually. The diffuser. The diffuser had changed her life.
“Ouch!” she hissed. Sinking onto the bed, she peered at the welt starting on her instep. Accompanied by a blue bruise, it sent out pain in an arcing radius of throbbing.
A yell accompanied the next crash and Kit frowned. “What are you doing in there?” she shouted.
A hail of complaint issued through the wall from the bathroom next door. Then a grunt and another. “I’m trying to get up!” a male voice shouted. “What did you use in this shower?”
Kit stood with a sigh and limped to the bedroom door. She bent to retrieve the precious diffuser which had popped off the nozzle of the hairdryer on impact. She set it on the dressing table with loving care. “Just conditioner,” she lied. And sugar. And hemp oil.
“It’s lube! You used lube in the shower!”
If you’ve loved this first novel in The Curly Fan Club, then grab the second book and keep laughing.