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"I couldn't stop laughing!"

Connie

Kit knows the secret to perfect curls. But will sharing it cost her everything?

Kit has the secret ingredient for making her auburn curls behave. Her curly friends from the Women With Curls group want it at any cost.

When disaster stops supplies reaching New Zealand, Kit faces the prospect of hosting the next WWC meeting empty handed. No one’s forgotten the last time that happened. They still whisper about ‘Macadamia-gate’ behind their hands.

When a tragedy at her workplace leads to Kit’s arrest for murder, she has to rely on her flatmates for help. Can two hot vicars and a naive scientist find the killer before Kit ends up in prison with the worst fate possible; a permanent ponytail?

Click to download this hysterically funny novel and find out.
The queen of curly hair herself has called it, ‘Hairlarious.’

A Curly Excerpt for your reading pleasure…

The Danger of Curls

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.

Kit Bad Hair Day