The Summer Springsteen’s Songs Saved Me written by Barbara Quinn, publisher Lakewater Press, is available NOW in ebook and paperback format.
Coming home to catch her husband with his face between the long, silky legs of another woman is the last thing Sofia expects—and on today of all days. So, after scratching an expletive into his Porsche and setting the cheating bastard’s clothes on fire, she cranks up her beloved Bruce and flees, vowing never to look back.
Seeking solace in the peaceful beachside town of Bradley Beach, NJ, Sof is determined to start over. And, with the help of best friends, new acquaintances, a sexy neighbor, and the powerful songs of Springsteen, this may be the place where her wounds can heal. But, as if she hasn’t faced her share of life’s challenges, a final flurry of obstacles awaits.
In order to head courageously toward the future, Sofia must first let go of her past, find freedom, and mend her broken soul.
I am so pleased to be involved in the blogtour celebrating two years since the launch of Barbara Quinn’s novel: The Summer Springsteen’s Songs Saved Me. I have the pleasure of sharing an extract with you.
I open the front door, and my husband steps back, hiding from the eyes of the neighbors.
“Sof, where are you going? Wait.”
I call over my shoulder, “You’re an asshole, Jerome. You always were.”
I haul the barbecue from the garage and dump Jerome’s and Mandy’s clothes onto the grill, dousing them with lighter fluid and striking a match. Flames shoot into the air. The fire smells good.
Scrutinizing the neat houses of the neighborhood, I’m irritated by how no one stirs behind the well-maintained structures. Without a doubt they watch and listen. I barely recognize the neighbors. They stay away and rebuff all attempts at socialization. Maybe they know something I don’t. Maybe one of the things they know is that Jerome brings women home in my absence.
I fling the door of my Camry wide and retrieve the keys in my purse. I toss the bag that holds my things into the back seat.
Jerome calls out from behind the half-open door. “If I’m so bad, why the hell did you marry me?”
“Because I was an even bigger asshole than you.” I pause. “It’s taken me years to figure this out. You’ve been a dog for as long as I can remember. It’s good to finally admit it.”
About the Author
Barbara Quinn is an award-winning short story writer and author of a variety of novels.
Her travels have taken her to forty-seven states and five continents where she’s encountered fascinating settings and inspiring people that populate her work.
Her many past jobs include lawyer, record shop owner, reporter, process server, lingerie sales clerk, waitress, and postal worker. She’s a native New Yorker with roots in the Bronx, Long Island, and Westchester. She currently resides with her husband in Bradley Beach, NJ and Holmes Beach, FL. She enjoys spending time with her son and his family and planning her next adventure. She wants to remind everyone that when you meet her, SHE’S NOT SHOUTING, SHE’S ITALIAN.
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