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 I wasn't going to do paperbacks for the Two-Night One-Nights but then one day I impulsively decided, wait - I do want to do paperbacks. So, I did them. I also had an impulsive moment where I thought I might want to do a signing. That moment passed.
 Would you rather string up all the outdoor Christmas lights for your neighbors or wrap all of the holiday presents for your family members? Wrap gifts! Would you rather have Christmas dinner at the White House or with your extended family? I'm gonna need a 3rd option. Would you rather have snow every day during December or not have any snow at all? I LOVE snow but yuck I'd have to choose no snow at all. *Wait - as I re-read these I may actually change my mind. I really do love snow. Would you rather have all your presents crapily wrapped or not have them wrapped at all? Wrapped crappy. Would you rather eat holiday cookies or watch holiday movies? Holiday cookies. I mean I can still watch TV right? Would you rather have a holiday party every single night in December or no holiday parties to attend at all? No holiday parties. The idea of having to squish myself into Spanx, dress up and actually brush my hair that much would be a freaking nightmare. Would you rather only eat fruitcake for holiday dessert or not have dessert at all? Fruitcake. I don't like fruitcake but I'd hate having no dessert more. I pretty much think I could shovel in anything as long as there is sugar involved. *Hence the Spanx squishing.
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ryanringbloom@gmail.com Lindsay Subbloom’s marriage didn’t make it past the honeymoon. Her prince had a secret that she never saw coming. Now an internet obsession is keeping her connected to a brokenhearted past. Her sister knows that if Lindsay doesn’t let go of her horrible new habit, she’ll have no future. Enter her brilliant idea—the gift of going offline. She hopes pushing Lindsay back into the real world will open the door for a second chance at love. When Seth O’Shea sets his sights on the beautiful third-grade teacher, there’s an instant connection. Insta-smitten quickly turns to insta-smut. And when insta-love starts settling in, it looks like Lindsay may just get the fairy tale she’s always dreamed of in time for Christmas. But what happens when she reconnects? Will she finally get her happily ever after? Or will old habits resurface and make her new man bounce before it begins?  PROLOGUE: The First Wedding He hesitated. Maybe just a second or two, but for those two seconds, I couldn’t breathe. “I do.” He struggled to get it out through a dry hacking cough. It was as if those two little words had been lodged in his throat. Stuck. Hoping to be swallowed. The priest’s joyful tone closing the ceremony blurred in my mind. I kept pretending, continuing to feed myself more lies. It was just cold feet. Freezing cold feet. Nothing a week honeymooning in Montego Bay wouldn’t warm up. “You may now kiss the bride.” His lips barely grazed mine before he backed away, using the sleeve of his tux to mop away the sweat streaming down his stricken face. My fingers linked into his clammy hand tightly as we exited down the aisle between our applauding family and friends. “We did it,” I whispered to him as we reached the vestibule of the church. “We’re married.” He barely nodded before covering his mouth and running toward the arched door, making it just in time to vomit into the manicured shrubbery of St. Bernadette’s. The Second Wedding He smiled. The entire time. Ear to ear. His happiness was so obvious. Once again, I struggled to breathe. “I do.” The words flew from his mouth. This time there was no hesitation. I zeroed in on his lips, watching as he licked them in anticipation for the closing kiss that would seal the deal. The officiant pronounced them a couple, and their kiss was one filled with passion. After a few seconds, I had to look away. He was no longer mine. He found joy with another. I wanted to be happy. I really did. But it broke my fucking heart. Follow me on Amazon
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