Sneak Peek of Secrets of the Suburbs by Alisa Schindler

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Secrets of the Suburbs is the story of Lindsey, a 42 year-old suburban mom who seems to have it all – doctor husband, two great kids, satisfying part-time work; all the spin classes, shopping and lunches she can fit into her busy schedule. 

But when a drunken moment with her friend’s husband opens up a well of desire, excitement and emotion that she didn’t even know existed, it throws her perfectly perfect life into turmoil. Because as Lindsey opens her heart and body to this forbidden passion; her eyes open as well, and she is forced to take a closer look at her life, her marriage and herself.

Already her friends are starting to whisper, her husband is growing suspicious and there is a Secrets of the Shore Facebook page that just may be talking about her.

Will Lindsey stay in her safe, pretty world with her seemingly perfect husband who just might have secrets of his own, or will she break every rule and follow her heart?

Whatever she decides, she’d better figure it out fast because in small town suburbia nothing stays secret for very long.

Sexy and engaging, with characters who seem like friends and issues that make you think about marriage, satisfaction and the lines we draw, Secrets of the Suburbs is the perfect book to curl up with next to your (sweet) snoring husband.

Excerpt

Lindsey vowed not to think about her relationship with Mitchell; the flaws that must hound every marriage; the taking for granted, the assumption of security, the casual dismissals, the diminished sex. They were patterns couples fell into over years which were balanced out by having someone always in your corner, the shared baggage that came with a life time together, companionship, family and love. Any relationship under a microscope could be picked apart. She needed to throw away the microscope, stop focusing on the bad and concentrate on the good. Sexy, good man, she repeated, because it was true and she needed to hear it over and over. She needed a distraction, so she did the worst thing she could do and checked the Secrets of Shore Point Facebook page for any updates.

She found one and read horrified.

Holy Toledo! Or more accurately, Holy Shore Point! What is in the water over here?! Apparently, the marriage on the rocks and the affair are connected, so look for another marriage to be heading to those rocks real soon. This is all way too Peyton Place. “Oh hello, can I borrow a cup of sugar. Forget it, I’ll just take a hunk of your husband.”  Man, I can’t take this! I’m running out of nails to bite!!

Oh my GOD. This had to be about her and John. It couldn’t be! It had to be!

Lindsey read through some of the comments. There were almost a hundred. Most were from gossip whores, most of whom she knew, jumping all over  the mystery, but a few comments were quite scathing like, “Mind your own business, bitch.” That was from Heidi Burnett. And, “You’re playing with people’s lives. What are you doing?” That one was from her friend Diane.

She felt manic, like she main-lined her coffee and chased it with a shot of Red Bull.  She briefly wondered if she was having an anxiety attack, but put that ridiculous notion out of her mind. She needed to run. She needed to run immediately.

She hadn’t been outside yet but knew it was a nice day from the sun pouring through the windows and the crisp breeze she had felt when she waved the kids off to the bus. Exiting through the garage so she could pull in the garbage cans, she tapped her feet waiting for the automatic door to roll up, impatient to get moving and feel the fresh air. She watched the sunny outside slowly leak in as the door rose, and then took a quick startled step back noticing a pair of men’s shoes waiting right outside. Slowly, the door continued its upward momentum revealing pant legs around the ankle, then knees and thighs. Her first instinct was to run back into the house and lock the door. It would be the normal thing to do just in case it was a killer waiting to kill her. Or Jeanie. But somewhere inside she knew.

The door continued rising along with Lindsey’s heart rate, waiting to find out what was the prize behind curtain number one, but she didn’t have to wait any longer because John ducked under and stood before her.

“Close it,” he ordered and Lindsey pushed the button to reverse the doors’ motion. They stood locked in an eye embrace, waiting tensely for the door to bang to its finish. He moved toward her in a rush and kissed her long and deep.  She kissed him back almost as greedily before she remembered they weren’t doing that anymore. His hands were already on her body which was a hundred percent behind her betrayal. “John. Stop,” she whispered, but his mouth was crushed against hers.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he said in between his sensual assault. “So much.”

Somehow Lindsey managed to slow down the force of his need by pushing him back a little and kissing him tenderly and unhurried. It calmed him a bit, but did nothing to extinguish their mutual desire. “John,” she tried again, “Stop.” He heard her that time and listened, but their faces and bodies were so close she could almost taste his mouth and she could definitely feel his hardness against her. It was denying a force of nature to keep them apart, but she did.

“Okay,” he said, but still took one long, sweet, open mouthed kiss full of slow licking and gentle biting before he released her. “Sorry,” he offered slyly, causing her to smile despite herself. She was almost giddy with happiness to have him near her.

It was bad.

About the Author

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Alisa Schindler is a SAHM of three boys and wife to Mr. Baseball. In between schlepping to the ball fields and burning cupcakes, she chronicles the sweet and bittersweet of life in the suburbs on her blog icescreammama.com. Her essays have been featured online in the Washington Post, NYT, Scary Mommy, Kveller, Parents, Brain, Child, and Good Housekeeping, among others. Random nights, she can be found hiding in the closet with a pint of ice cream and a good book.

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