Book excerpt from Red, White and Screwed by Holly Bush

Today I’m featuring a book blurb and
excerpt for the fun women’s fiction novel Red, White and Screwed
by Holly Bush.

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Political strategist Glenda Nelson is having a meltdown. Her
handpicked, very married Congressional candidate was just caught climbing out
of the window of the Sleepytown Motel, and her philandering ex-husband seems to
have the most to gain from the colossal scandal that follows. As Glenda
attempts to salvage the campaign in a hotly contested race, conservative and
liberal pundits pounce on the story to further their own agendas.
Glenda’s love life is nonexistent to say the least, that is, until
she meets handsome artist Chris Goodrich. Chris’s easy-going, carefree outlook
on life couldn’t be more different than the 90-mph crazy train that is
Glenda’s, but the more time she spends with him, the more she craves his
calming presence, his sexy smile, and his steamy embraces. Is Chris the one to
take a chance on?
Between the pressure of full-blown spin control mode, rapidly
declining job security, refereeing two teenagers, caring for aging parents, and
spending hours on her therapist’s couch trying to get past her ex’s crushing
betrayal, Glenda finds love and makes the long trek back to happy. 
Glenda has a surprise meeting with
the new man in her life at her daughter Sylvia’s high school art gala.
The doors of the Mansville High
School were covered with posters ranging from “Just Say No To Drugs” to a
square dance being held Friday night after the football game. After getting
directions to the art rooms, I ran down the hallway and burst through the door.
The student art gala included a speaker. I smiled at Christopher Goodwich,
straightened my skirt and hair, and found a seat. Sylvia was glaring at me.
“Art is about beauty,” Goodwich was
saying. “But beauty is speculative. What is beautiful to you and what is
beautiful to the student beside you may be two different things.”
I settled into one of those seats
with the desk attached. My rear end was not cooperating and hung out either one
side or the other. Goodwich was a good speaker and I listened intently.  He was patient with the kids, and Sylvia’s
art teacher was batting her lashes and giggling.
Goodwich would never go for her
type, I thought to myself. The overt artsy-craftsy, caftans-are-still-in-style,
kind of a woman. And her hair was long. Why doesn’t someone tell women over
forty to cut their hair? What kind of woman would Goodwich go for? Meg did say
he wasn’t gay. Everyone was clapping. I stood up enthusiastically and took with
me the desk still attached to my rump. Sylvia pulled at the seat, and markers
went flying. Christopher Goodwich was heading my way.
“It’s nice to see you again,
Glenda.” Goodwich looked at the desk stuck to my hips. “Can I help?”
The desk plopped off my ass with a
thump, and I ran a hand through my hair. “Chris! What a surprise.”

bio and links:

Bush was born in western Pennsylvania to two avid readers. There was not a room
in her home that did not hold a full bookcase. Holly has been a marketing
consultant to start-up businesses and has done public speaking on the subject.
has been writing all of her life and is a voracious reader of a wide variety of
fiction and non-fiction, particularly political and historical works. She
writes historical romance set on the American Prairie and in Victorian England,
and more recently, Contemporary Romance and Women’s Fiction. She frequently
attends writing conferences, and has always been a member of a writer’s group.
is a gardener, a news junkie, has been an active member of her local library
board and loves to spend time near the ocean. She is the proud mother of two
daughters and the wife of a man more than a few years her junior.

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