Broken Petals, Book 2
Women's Fiction
Date Published: 09-02-2024
Publisher: Running Wild Press
Four girlfriends take a trip around the world after drunkenly taking ancestry tests during a wine-filled girl's night that changes the trajectory of their lives.
“Iris, I really hate the idea of you living in this big beautiful house alone.” Lorraine
shrugged, eyeballing every inch of the house within her peripheral as if it were her first time
visiting. But she remained within her wheelhouse. Lorraine wouldn’t be Lorraine if she didn’t
urge us to attach ourselves to a man in order to have a happier life. As if men were the be all and
end all.
I knew where she was going with her comment. Heck, we all knew where she was going
with it. “I don’t live alone,” I explained with a smile wide enough to show all my pearly whites.
“I have my son.”
“That’s different, and he’s a teenager now. He’s going to have his own life with sports
and friends.” Lorraine glanced at each of us before mentioning my ex-boyfriend and father of my
child–Rodney. The same man who’d break out in hives whenever I’d mention marriage. It’s like
he was allergic to the very thought of commitment. I guess that’s asking for too much in his eyes.
“You should get back with Rodney. You guys co-parent so well. It’s a shame you aren’t
together.”
“I want love. I welcome love. But I need more than love right now. I need to find
myself.” I waved my hands to move on from the conversation all while silently wishing and
praying this would be the one and only time she’d bring him up. “That’s not what this night is
about.”
“Yeah, let it go,” Tammy yelled. “Alexa, play Buy me a Drink by T-Pain.” She broke out
her best dance moves, as she glided across the room, twisted, turned, and dropped it low, all with
a carefree smile.
“Ooh, that’s my song.” I ran over to dance with Tammy. Neither of us had any rhythm to
save our lives. But we didn’t care. We were going to have a good time if it killed us. Plus, as
long as we danced, Lorraine wasn’t preaching.
“Let me show you how it’s done.” Brooklyn raced over with a full glass of wine in hand.
Thankfully I had marble floors. It’s easier to clean because the girls are always wasting good
wine. “You have to swing your hips like this.” She moved like a sexy snake. “Yeah Iris, you got
it. You got it.”
“What about me?” Lorraine asked, rolling her body to the beat.
“It’s a little nineties, but it’s giving what you’re trying to give.” We all laughed and
danced until the song faded.
Whenever I spent time with the girls they had a way of helping me get out of my funk
from a long week from performing back to back autopsies. Genuine friends are not overrated.
My girls are the best. Though, I could be biased from my deep affection for them.
After Brooklyn finally let Tammy and Lorraine know about her having Huntington’s
disease, it allowed us to bond in unimaginable ways. Now seven years later we were a family—
sisters, if you must. It’s true what they say. Friends are the family you choose.
I can depend on the girls in every capacity of my life. They’re a shoulder to lean on,
counselors, and even babysitters before Junior began throwing fits about being old enough to be
on his own for a few hours. There’s something about teen years. The moment kids turn into
teenagers they want to do everything on their own in their own way.
About the Author
Tasha Hutchison, author of the captivating women's fiction novel, "Broken Petals." With a passion for captivating storytelling, Tasha aims to enchant and intrigue readers through her evocative narratives. Her book Broken Petals also landed her as a finalist in the best book awards for Page Turner Awards in 2023.
Hailing from Texas, she holds an associate in arts degree and finds solace in quality time with her loved ones. When not crafting compelling tales, Tasha channels her creativity into developing writing organizers to assist fellow writers in nurturing their story ideas.
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