Bikinis, Birkins and Break-Ups…Because I’m Thankful for my Readers


As I find myself unexpectedly stranded at home for a few hours this Thanksgiving afternoon, I decided to post a Thanksgiving blog .  Next to my children (even the one whose headlice is being euthanized  as I type this), my blog readers/supporters are some of my favorite people in the world.

Every time someone reads or comments, it gives me the inspiration to keep writing, keep striving and keep creating.   So in honor of that, I’ve decided to share a portion of what is likely the first chapter of the book that I have been talking about incessantly and claiming to write.

So without further ado-

Bikinis, Birkins and Breakups

Ch 1 (Partial)

Brook’s eyes ignored the clutter as she scurried from room to room. Her large Hartman suitcase lay open on her bed overflowing with candy colored bikinis and a rainbow of sundresses. The driver would be here any minute, and she was no closer to being ready than she was an hour ago. She grabbed a brush and began yanking the tangles out her long blonde hair as if to counteract the butterflies in her stomach.  Her cell phone buzzed the familiar, “You forgot to turn the ringer back on” and she glanced down to see a text message from Mona.

Car just picked me up. Be there in five. Move it, Biatch.

Brook quickly divided her hair on both sides, secured it with two elastics and looked at her suitcase in dismay. “Fuck it.” She shoved everything down as best she could. Too late to organize everything in her brightly colored packing cubes. As she struggled with the zipper, half zipping, half shoving remnants into the opening, her guilt caught up with her.

She started to doubt her decision to leave, but a car’s horn blared breaking the silence. She smiled. Mona must have bribed the limo driver to honk. Too late to back out now.

Grabbing her large straw hat and suitcase, Brook walked toward the door. Lights off. Check. Dog boarded. Check. Boys with Garrett. Heart thumping, butterflies, teary-eyed check. She handed her bag to the uniformed driver waiting at the door and turned to lock the house. She shivered as a cool February breeze swept through the early morning.

“Hey!” She climbed into the opulent stretch wondering why a Town Car wouldn’t suffice. Then, she saw Mona’s extra luggage and Stephen Williams.

For a brief instant, she was transported to junior year in college, homecoming, frat party, Stephen. Best friends going to homecoming together to avoid first date awkwardness not anticipating the morning-after-hook-up-with-your-best-friend awkwardness.

The butterflies in Brook’s stomach dropped with a thud. “Stephen? What are you doing here?”

Stephen smiled while reaching out to yank her hair. “Hey Brook. Nice pigtails.”

Brook’s cheeks burned as she came face to face with the man that had broken her heart 15 years earlier.  She cursed Mother Nature’s cruel trick of making a hot guy even hotter as he aged. This was NOT fucking happening.  Her Cabo divorce recovery trip had become a college reunion reality show.

Mona smiled. “Apparently, Stephen and Alex were talking, and when the Thompsons backed out of the extra villa, Stephen offered to take it.”

Stephen grinned sheepishly, “It’s great to see you, Brookie.  You look good.  I was sorry to hear about you and Garrett.”

Brook nodded primly and crossed her legs, “Thank you.  It’s nice that you wanted to come.”  She whipped out her cel phone and glared surreptitiously at Mona.

Ding. Ding.  Mona frowned and pulled out her Iphone.

Brook: WHAT THE FUCK!  You have ‘splainin to do Lucy.

Mona: It isn’t that big of a deal. Lose the pigtails, Pippy.

Brook: Screw you! I like the pigtails. WHAT was A thinking?

Mona: I don’t know what A was thinking.  You are a grown ass woman!  It is time to ditch the pigtails.

Brook:  I will own these pigtails.

Mona: Seriously, they are going to tag your ass with an unaccompanied minor badge and make you sit by a flight attendant.  What will S think then?

Brook: I don’t give a fuck what S thinks.

Brook stole a glance at Stephen fiddling with the radio with an amused expression as if he could read the texts.   She made a big show of putting her phone down and staring out the window while the black car sped past the mansions and cottages that dotted the neighborhood with their green lawns and golden retrievers and entered the freeway. Brook rested her head on the back of the seat.

Stretching out her long tan legs, Mona pretended to busy herself with the complimentary Wall Street Journal on the limo seat.  Stephen fiddled with the radio.

“When does Alex arrive?” Stephen looked up from the radio.

“Alex is flying in straight from DC this evening. He is going to rent a car so that we have a little more freedom.”

“Freedom.” Brook grinned. “I like that.”

“Brook—you have no idea.” Mona smiled a wicked smile that caused Brook to wonder exactly what this trip had in store.

The limo pulled into curbside check-in, and the three followed the driver carrying their bags oblivious to the on-lookers wondering if the petite blonde was someone they should know and deciding that the redhead was definitely someone to know. Brook reached the counter first. “Hi, I’m Brook Andrews. I am on the flight to Cabo today.”

The gate agent looked bored as she typed in Brook’s last name. “Andrews? Is that right?”

She nodded. “Yes. We are on the eleven thirty am flight.”

“Mrs, er Miss Andrews, I am sorry but I don’t have a record of you on this flight.”

“What? No. You don’t understand. I booked this flight a month ago. I was going through a divorce, and I…”

The gate agent stared at her and began tapping her pen on the desk. “Ma’am, you need to take it up with the gate agent inside.”

Brook’s stomach fell and she cursed inwardly as tears welled up in her eyes. She wasn’t going to cry. No tears on holidays. No tears on holidays.

Ok. So that is what I’ve been working on.  Well, not just Chapter One!  It gives you a taste of my writing style, and a little about how the book is going to flow.  I hope you enjoyed it.  ❤

Thanks for supporting me by reading my blog, commenting or just being a friend.

Happy Thanksgiving!

About Jen Cross

Born and raised in Dallas, TX, I enjoy writing books about life in Dallas and relationships and their many ups and downs.
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2 Responses to Bikinis, Birkins and Break-Ups…Because I’m Thankful for my Readers

  1. Nice excerpt! It hooked me. 🙂 I loved the texted argument–your humor shines through your writing! And you’ve got a lot of conflict here, which (as I know you know) is what you want in a story. Congrats! I look forward to seeing your progress.

    Take care,

    Shades/Renee

  2. Carly says:

    Give us more!

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