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Blog Tour with Excerpt! Miss Management (The Anderson Family #2) Traci Highland!

 

 

Title: MISS MANAGEMENT
Author: Traci Highland
Publisher: Cheshire Lane Press
Pages: 215
Genre: Romantic Comedy

 

 

BOOK BLURB:

 

Mags has gotten herself in a ton of trouble: she's lost her job, any hope for references, and she's going to run out of money.... fast.

 

Yeah, sure, it may be her fault for punching her boss, but the jerk totally had it coming.  

 

Nobody listens to her until she reaches her boiling point, and by then, well, she’ll admit that there’s no stopping Mr. Fist To The Face.

 

Now her years of hard work as a speech therapist are about to go down the drain unless she can find some way to salvage her career. So when her Aunt Elise calls to say that she has a job for her, it’s not like she can say no, even if the job is up in the wilds of Vermont.  

 

Between stuffed moose, sloppy dogs and sexy men, Vermont proves to be a lot more interesting than she expected. But when she uncovers a scheme that would put her new employers’ livelihood in jeopardy, more than just hydrangea bushes are about to get squashed.

 

 

Add to your shelves at –

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40726714-miss-management

 

BookBub – https://www.bookbub.com/books/miss-management-anderson-family-series-book-2-by-traci-highland

 

 

 

Miss Management is the 2nd book in the Anderson Family Series –

 

Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/gp/bookseries/B07FD5NZZV/ref=dp_st_1717866840

 

 

0 Miss Camp
1 Miss Behave
2 Miss Management

 

 


AVAILABLE in print or ebook at –

 

Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/Miss-Management-Anderson-Family-Book-ebook/dp/B07F66C6QH/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

 

 

 

Aunt Elise’s house, a tidy little Victorian painted white with blue shutters and a red door, looks like a gingerbread house about to collapse. Sure, it’s clean or whatever. But it’s old and sinking on one side. She invited me for lunch after I got back from the bank yesterday, and after a night spent drinking beer and trolling through online job postings, and then spending the morning drinking coffee and trolling through more job listings, the invitation to drive on out into the Berkshires and have an excuse to see the sun is actually kind of nice. The Berkshires is about as far as I can drive at any given time, given, well, anyway. It’s nice to get out.

 

I knock and Elise opens the door. “What the hell is that in the driveway? I didn’t recognize it.”

 

“It’s my Prius, Elise. I’ve been driving it for four years now.”

 

“What happened to the pick-up truck? I thought you liked to drive pick-ups.”

 

“I crashed that pick-up, Aunt Elise.” She furrows her brow. “It was on the news, remember? I sort of accidentally ran over a mailbox. And some hedges. And an arbor.”

 

“Oh yes, the mistress’, right? Now I remember.”

 

“One of the mistresses.” My husband of the time had many. But I had been friends with Shawna. “I hit some black ice.”

 

She harrumphs.

 

The police also harrumphed when I told them about the black ice, as I recall.

“I always hoped you were a lesbian, you know. With that truck.”

 

“Not all lesbians have trucks.”

 

“No, but the fun ones do. Have you met Sharon and Hazel down the block? Lovely couple. Hazel drives a truck and—“

 

“Can I come in? It’s starting to rain.”

 

She pulls the door back further and ushers me inside. The house is a tea-party nightmare. Shelves filled with teapots and chubby figurines pucker up at the flowered wallpaper in the hallway. The rug of the adjacent living room is the color of cotton candy and I swear my stomach growls every time I see it.

 

I brush the plaques of inspirational sayings out of the way as I hang up my coat on the coat rack.

 

She stomps like a thin Godzilla back to the kitchen, causing the house to shudder and clink in alarm. “You’re in luck, I just made some chicken salad.”

 

“Sounds great.” I follow her into the kitchen and sit at the table with a sigh.

 

“I have a job for you.”

 

“Is that door still crooked? I thought for sure that tightening the hinges would do the trick.”

 

“No, I mean a real job.” Elise places a colorful bowl down in the middle of the table and glares. Sealing her lips with some sort of judgmental superglue, she waits.

 

Oh, right. The hands. I go over to the sink and wash my hands. She’s got this thing about germs. Betty and I used to mess with her when we came over, going over to the sink and putting our hands together so that she would wash one of my hands and I would wash one of hers and then we’d wait to see if Elise would notice that we each still had one dirty hand.

 

She did.

 

Always.

 

As twins, Betty and I were convinced that we were supposed to be born with some kind of twin-specific super-power, but really the only thing we were consistently good at was making our baby sister Piper laugh so hard that milk would shoot out of her nose.

 

That was another trick that Aunt Elise didn’t find to be particularly endearing.

After I dry my hands and grab the loaf of bread out of the breadbox, I say, “All right, so what kind of job are we talking about? And please don’t mention the one in the woodchuck town.”

 

“What do you have against woodchucks?”

 

“Sweet Romany Halls! I don’t have anything against woodchucks, I don’t can’t

work in a town that worships vermin, that’s all.”

 

“Fine. But please don’t take Romany’s name in vain.”

 

Romany Halls is a professional wrestler that Aunt Elise has a crush on. One night when I was over doing some repair work for her I heard her swearing at the television set. And I mean full-on swearing. Aunt Elise never swears, at least not that I’ve ever heard. As I walked into the guest bedroom to make sure she was okay, I realized that she not only was watching television in her guest bedroom, which was odd, but that the walls of the bedroom were covered in posters of one very muscled wrestler wearing not-so-many articles of clothing. It was like an homage to all that was masculine and spandexy.

 

Whenever it’s just the two of us, I feel obligated to tease her about her crush and her shrine to the glory that is Romany Halls. Me? I don’t so much dig the guys with eye makeup thing. But Elise, well, Elise seemed to like them big, oiled up, and wearing nothing more than colorful underwear.

 

“So this job?” I grab a spoon and scoop out the chicken salad.

 

“It’s for a friend of mine, actually. Very nice. Her name is Eve and she needs help with Mansfield.”

 

“Mansfield? That’s quite a name. What happen, did he have a stroke? Car accident? Cancer?”

 

“I don’t know. But she has put out several ads in the paper and everyone who shows up to check on Mansfield apparently refuses to treat him.”

 

“Refuses to treat him? That’s horrible. Why doesn’t she take him to a clinic? If he’s rehabbing, a facility is probably better equipped than her house.”

 

“She says that he can’t travel to a clinic. He must be in pretty bad shape.”

 

“Have you ever met him?”

 

“No, I know Eve from college. She comes down sometimes, and I’ve met her grandson a few times. Lovely boy. But I haven’t met Mansfield.”

 

“Is she nearby? Can I pop over there today and see what’s going on?” I really need a job.

 

“She’s up in Vermont. But last time I spoke with her on the phone she mentioned that she has a guest cottage you can stay in when you come. I guess she has a lot of land.”

 

“Wait—you already told her I would go?”

 

“Of course you’ll go.”

 

“You know that time you asked me to tell you when you were overstepping some boundaries? Consider them overstepped.”

 

She takes a bite of her sandwich, her eyes demanding from over the top of her bread.

 

I chew my bite of sandwich, taking time in savoring the flavors of Aunt Elise’s chicken salad, just to make her sweat for a bit. I close my eyes, exaggerating the chew.

 

When I open them again her eyes are no less stern as she wipes the side of her mouth with a hot pink napkin.

 

Damn. She’s not sweating this at all, is she? Not even a little bit.
“Fine. I’ll go. This is a paid job, right?”

 

“Good. And yes, of course, provided you don’t walk away like those others.”

 

“Speech pathologists don’t usually make house-calls. I’d imagine that the other folks just tried to convince your friend to take Mansfield to a proper rehab facility.”

“Try not to be so judgmental before you even get there.”

 

“I’m not being judgmental.” Maybe a little. “He should be where he can get the best care, and that’s not always at home.”

 

“Eve and I went to Smith together, Mags. I’ve known her for years and years. Trust me, if she’s determined that the best place for him to be is at home with her, then she’s right. Period.”

 

“When did you tell Eve I’d be there?”

 

“Tomorrow. It’s going to be a great job for you. You’ll see.”

 

Tomorrow. Of course.

 

 


Traci Highland writes funny books for sassy ladies. She is a graduate of Bryn Mawr College and has a Master’s from Quinnipiac University. She uses this education to write books, bake cakes, garden and make homemade jams. Her children say she’s bossy, her husband says she’s high-maintenance, but the dog thinks she’s perfect.

 

 

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Website - http://www.tracihighland.com/

 

Twitter - https://twitter.com/TraciHighland

 

Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/TraciHighland/

 

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Blog Tour Spotlight with Excerpt! Miss Behave (The Anderson Family #1) Traci Highland!

 

 

 

Title: Miss Behave (The Anderson Family Series Book 1)

Author: Traci Highland
Publisher: Cheshire Lane Press
Pages: 330
Genre: Romantic Comedy

 

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She's great at giving advice, too bad she never takes it…

 

Piper Anderson wants to be a serious journalist at a serious paper covering serious news. Instead, she’s stuck at the Pendleton Falls Herald, where her massive investigative skills are wasted penning the paper’s advice column, Miss Behave.

 

Her shot at a meaty story comes when she’s assigned to write up a profile of a local business, Brookes Jewelers. She is determined to write the piece so she can use the article to impress a real paper.

 

Unfortunately Hunter Brookes, co-owner of Brookes Jewelers and the Pendleton Falls Herald, is rather persistent, in his own hot little way, that the piece should be nothing more than a glorified sales pitch.

 

But when diamonds disappear, Piper may get the chance to do a real investigation, leading her to confront family secrets and worst of all, turn to her mother for help.

 

Piper soon realizes that there is more to Mr. Brookes than a tight ass and a ridiculous fascination with name tags. Together they deal with roasted pigs, crazy cat ladies, and gun-toting fashionistas.

 

In all the chaos, they just might find the one thing that neither one was looking for: true love.

 

 

Dear Miss Behave,


Last weekend I was at the pool with the children, and there was a woman naked and walking around the locker room.


I hate to be prissy, but to be naked around young children like that just isn’t right. She comes to the pool regularly and I am not the only one who has happened upon her strolling around the locker room without clothes. Now I know there are showers and that people change in locker rooms, but showers should be taken while wearing bathing suits and there are private changing rooms that are clearly marked.


How can I convey to her the accepted rules of decency before any of our children become hopelessly corrupted?


Sincerely,
-Agape at the AquaPark

 

Dear Agape,


Do please get over yourself. People shower naked. If you choose not to, then I assume you probably smell and your skin is beset by odd rashes.


I suggest that you buy your kids an ice-cream and treat yourself to a margarita. Life is short, darling. Lighten up.


Sincerely,
Miss Behave


Find Miss Behave at:

 

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40653055-miss-behave

 

available for purchase at:


Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Miss-Behave-Anderson-Family-Book-ebook/dp/B07F19T6QT/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

 


Traci Highland writes funny books for sassy ladies. She is a graduate of Bryn Mawr College and has a Master’s from Quinnipiac University. She uses this education to write books, bake cakes, garden and make homemade jams. Her children say she’s bossy, her husband says she’s high-maintenance, but the dog thinks she’s perfect.

 

WEBSITE & SOCIAL LINKS:

 

Website - http://www.tracihighland.com/

 

Twitter - https://twitter.com/TraciHighland

 

Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/TraciHighland/

 

BookBub - https://www.bookbub.com/profile/traci-highland

 

 

 

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