The Rocky Road to Romance
Chapter One
Daisy Adams was an enterprising twenty-six-year-
old graduate student. She'd written a
cookbook called Bones for Bowser, and somehow,
through sheer tenacity, she'd managed to
turn a gimmick into a five-minute slot on
WZZZ every Monday morning. She filled her
airtime with dog stories and gave detailed directions
on how to make homemade dog biscuits,
dog soup, and dog stew. She'd become
the darling of the morning DJs on the FM stations,
who made her the brunt of their jokes, referring
to her as the "Dog Lady of Snore,"
hitting on a tender subject for Steve Crow and
his unfortunate luck in call letters.
A few wisps of bangs straggled over her
forehead, tortoiseshell combs held her blond hair swept back from her temples, and big,
loose curls tumbled in a luxuriant mass down
the back of her head and neck to an inch below
her shoulders. Her eyes were big and blue, her
nose small, her mouth wide. She had a gamine
quality to her face that was completely misleading
because there wasn't an ounce of
gamine in her personality. Her ex-boyfriend
had compared her to Attila the Hun, but most
people thought she was more like the human
version of the Little Engine That Could.
At ten-fifteen Daisy swung into the ... read full excerpt from: The Rocky Road to Romance ebook
