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Dead End Girl The Misadventures of Meghan Foster Part Two
Welcome back to the crazy.
I'm back... and this time? I'm not slinging canned goods, I'm slinging drinks. The very best, in my humble opinion. I can lend you a sympathetic ear, a kind word of advice and the fun? Along with my fellow bartender and co-conspirator - we bring it.
I'm an unknown entity on an island in the middle of nowhere, waiting for the one person who's very presence can make my little heart go pitter-pat. Unfortunately, my love life has hit a bit of a snag lately.
Forces much bigger than me are at work, ripping the very delicate line between good and evil. One woman stands at the apex, staring down the inevitable, the fate of all mankind hanging in the balance.
Did I mention that woman is me?
Man, I need a drink...
Excerpt:
He’s staring at me. I’m staring back.
That all too familiar tickle in the back of my brain is back. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to have this discussion.
He sighs loudly, running his fingers through his dark hair before regarding me again.
“Never mind. Just cool it with the fun, Ok? If people want drinks, give them drinks. If they want to talk, talk to them…that’s fine. Just…no crazy stuff, Ok?”
“Define ‘crazy stuff’.” I command with a bemused smirk.
“Strip poker, forcing shots on people, dancing on the bar, wardrobe malfunctions, conga lines, naked limbo, lap dances, wet T shirt contests, thong shooting, beer bottle bingo, strip shuffleboard, and no midget tossing…”
“Ok…that was just once and he wanted to do it.” I point my finger at him to emphasize my words. He of course ignores me, and continues.
“No squirting bar patrons with whipped cream, chocolate sauce or any other type of condiment. No ‘hide the cherry’, no body finger painting, no beer pong, no ‘Tower of Power’, no Jell-O wrestling, or anything else that involves Jell-O, jelly, jam or marmalade, no spin the bottle and no human horsey rides. You think you can handle that?”
Well, that pretty much covered everything…Oh! Except suck and blow…Maybe we could still…
“And no suck and blow.”
Damn.
I'm back... and this time? I'm not slinging canned goods, I'm slinging drinks. The very best, in my humble opinion. I can lend you a sympathetic ear, a kind word of advice and the fun? Along with my fellow bartender and co-conspirator - we bring it.
I'm an unknown entity on an island in the middle of nowhere, waiting for the one person who's very presence can make my little heart go pitter-pat. Unfortunately, my love life has hit a bit of a snag lately.
Forces much bigger than me are at work, ripping the very delicate line between good and evil. One woman stands at the apex, staring down the inevitable, the fate of all mankind hanging in the balance.
Did I mention that woman is me?
Man, I need a drink...
Excerpt:
He’s staring at me. I’m staring back.
That all too familiar tickle in the back of my brain is back. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to have this discussion.
He sighs loudly, running his fingers through his dark hair before regarding me again.
“Never mind. Just cool it with the fun, Ok? If people want drinks, give them drinks. If they want to talk, talk to them…that’s fine. Just…no crazy stuff, Ok?”
“Define ‘crazy stuff’.” I command with a bemused smirk.
“Strip poker, forcing shots on people, dancing on the bar, wardrobe malfunctions, conga lines, naked limbo, lap dances, wet T shirt contests, thong shooting, beer bottle bingo, strip shuffleboard, and no midget tossing…”
“Ok…that was just once and he wanted to do it.” I point my finger at him to emphasize my words. He of course ignores me, and continues.
“No squirting bar patrons with whipped cream, chocolate sauce or any other type of condiment. No ‘hide the cherry’, no body finger painting, no beer pong, no ‘Tower of Power’, no Jell-O wrestling, or anything else that involves Jell-O, jelly, jam or marmalade, no spin the bottle and no human horsey rides. You think you can handle that?”
Well, that pretty much covered everything…Oh! Except suck and blow…Maybe we could still…
“And no suck and blow.”
Damn.
280 pages, ebook
First published June 1, 2013
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August 13, 2016
In the acknowledgments at the end of this book the author wrote something about the struggle multi-part books often can be, and I agree with her on this.
Especially when one has to wait for an indefinite time for the continuation to be published, revisiting then the already half forgotten characters again feels like unearthing long forgotten friendships...
Afterwards,when you unfortunately found out that the long awaited sequel could not live up to your high expectations, you are to realize that some memories are better left under the daisies...
But I chose wisely this time!
It was a matter of seconds between reading the first part Night Stockers The Misadventures of Meghan Foster and its sequel!
Dead End Girl The Misadventures of Meghan Foster Part Two is really totally different than the first, exactly like the author intended, but nonetheless entertaining .
Meghan is now manning the bar on a Edenic island...( hint, hint)
Together with Gert, she tries day to day to keep the booze flowing and the patrons upbeat.
And ... Lance enters the picture again!!!
He is on a mission,stopping the outrageousness the girls are causing.
Will his operation be a story of success? What about his amnesia?
Where do we come from? Where do we go from here?
Questions, questions, questions...
But no spoilers here, fellow readers!
One thought keeps swirling in my mind though...
What kind of person comes up with such exciting stories???
Especially when one has to wait for an indefinite time for the continuation to be published, revisiting then the already half forgotten characters again feels like unearthing long forgotten friendships...
Afterwards,when you unfortunately found out that the long awaited sequel could not live up to your high expectations, you are to realize that some memories are better left under the daisies...
But I chose wisely this time!
It was a matter of seconds between reading the first part Night Stockers The Misadventures of Meghan Foster and its sequel!
Dead End Girl The Misadventures of Meghan Foster Part Two is really totally different than the first, exactly like the author intended, but nonetheless entertaining .
Meghan is now manning the bar on a Edenic island...( hint, hint)
Together with Gert, she tries day to day to keep the booze flowing and the patrons upbeat.
And ... Lance enters the picture again!!!
He is on a mission,stopping the outrageousness the girls are causing.
Will his operation be a story of success? What about his amnesia?
Where do we come from? Where do we go from here?
Questions, questions, questions...
But no spoilers here, fellow readers!
One thought keeps swirling in my mind though...
What kind of person comes up with such exciting stories???
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