Nobody's Perfect

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Avalon Books, 2012 - Fiction - 199 pages
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Summer Raine Jackson thought she had the perfect life, until her husband's infidelity was broadcast live on a radio program. Floundering after her divorce, she takes a temporary job at her sister's parenting services company while simultaneously planning the celebrity wedding of the year. Single dad Craig Hartmann, known to his fans as wacky radio deejay Cliff Hanger, is in dire need of help caring for his rambunctious family. Pretty Summer Raine has every right to hold a grudge against him, since he aired the evidence of her former husband's affair to his national audience. Instead, she not only takes on his crazy life, she makes every day better, stealing his heart in the process. But Summer isn't looking to be a family caregiver forever. Her goal is to own a successful wedding planning business. Can Craig convince her to give up the glamour of bridal gowns and fancy catering halls for the chaos of emergency rooms, temper tantrums, and the love of a good man?

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About the author (2012)

I kill houseplants. I'm not boasting. I just figure that if you're reading this, you're looking for more than how wonderful life is as a writer. You get enough of that elsewhere. My goal is to connect with you, dear reader, even if you're not a writer, not a New Yorker, not a mother, not a female. We're human, and what we have in common is flaws. So here are a few more of mine: I sing all the time. I sing songs most people don't know: jingles from television, crazy stuff I used to listen to on Dr. Demento, Broadway and movie soundtracks, and I can even bum-bum-bum through instrumental music. I sing in the car. In the shower. While I'm grocery shopping. And I headbop while I sing. When I'm not singing, I talk to myself. Just ignore me and move on. You get used to it after a while. I don't eat my vegetables. I'd rather have a cookie. Given the option, I would live in a mall where I would never worry about freezing temperatures or too much sun. I'm extremely fair-skinned and could burn under a 60-watt light bulb. I can't sleep without background noise so the television's on all night. If it's too dark and too quiet, all I have are my thoughts. And even *I* don't want to be alone with my thoughts. Don't ask me to Zumba, line dance, or march in the parade. I have absolutely no rhythm. I color outside the lines. Not because I'm a rebel, but because I suck as an artist. My artistic ability is limited to being able to draw Snoopy sleeping on his doghouse. And I don't even draw that well. Regrets. I have more than a few. My favorite activity is sleep, and I'm pretty good at it. I don't clock a lot of hours, but I powernap like a Persian cat and rejuvenate within ten minutes. I consider shopping and dining out excellent therapy for anything wrong in my life. My feet are always cold. Always. My husband of more than a quarter century claims it's because I'm an alien sent to Earth to destroy him. Coming to my house for a visit? Unless you've given me plenty of advance notice, be prepared. My floor will not be vacuumed, there will be dishes in my sink, and I only make my bed when I change the sheets once a week (I'm climbing back into it ASAP. Why make it?) Housecleaning is not high on my priority list. Okay, to be totally honest, it's not on the list at all. I can resist anything...except ice cream. If you've read this bio and think I might be the author for you, pick up one of my books or stalk my website: www.ginaardito.com and blog: http: //ginaardito.blogspot.com

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