The Best Kept Secret In Normandy

By Liz Newman

Ceci travels to France with her gorgeous and adventurous friend Tammy. When the ladies are invited to a royal ball that the most glamorous people in the world will attend, Ceci goes in search of a dress to fit and flatter a woman of her size. She happens upon a magic relic in this real life fairy tale, reminiscent of the tale of Cinderella.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Liz Newman
• Release date: Mar 10, 2012
• ISBN: 9781466124042

Liz Newman

Author's Biography About The Author Liz Newman is a doctor of psychology. She also has earned an MA in Clinical Psychology, and a BA in Mass Communications with a concentration in Broadcast Journalism. Liz Newman worked as an intern at KTVU Broadcasting Station in Oakland, California. Liz has also worked as a crisis counselor, a community health counselor, and a staff psychologist at a local elementary school. Liz also contributes anonymously to several texts published to assist children and teens struggling with social and domestic issues. Several articles by Liz Newman have been featured in magazines and journals such as San Francisco Socialite, Spirit Song, Highlights, and The Sacramento News and Review, Chic Mom Magazine, Under A Harvest Moon, and Our USA Magazine. She lives in Los Gatos with four teenagers, her cat Zeus, and her French Bulldog names Lola.

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THE BEST KEPT SECRET IN NORMANDY

by Liz Newman

Copyright 2013 by Liz Newman

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

THE BEST KEPT SECRET IN NORMANDY

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Chapter One

So how long has it been? Tammy said as she took a tequila gimlet from the flight attendant's perfectly manicured hand. Since... She raised her eyebrows suggestively.

Oh, let's see. Last one told me to get off of him because I was too heavy. Then he limped out of my bedroom and I never saw him again. That was about five years and twenty five pounds ago. I sipped a glass of red wine, and adjusted a foam pillow behind my head. How about you?

She glanced at her watch. About forty five minutes ago.

What!

Uh-huh. While you were asleep.

With who? I waved my fingers in the air. Your handyman? The one with the spirit fingers?

The guy in the second to last row. The Pierce Brosnan look alike.

I peered over my aisle seat, and sure enough, a dead ringer for Pierce Brosnan stared back at me, twirling a Mont Blanc pen between his fingers. Tammy peered over the top of her seat and gave him a wide, red lipped toothy grin. He smiled back, inhaling as if he were trying to breathe in the scent of her. He brought his hand to his mouth and blew her a kiss. She ducked back into her seat, flipping her hair over one shoulder.

Nice, I said. I'd call you a tramp but I wish I was one too. Which lavatory?

The one on the left.

I'll be sure to use the one on the right. You need a moist towelette? I threw a handi-wipe into her lap.

Oh, stop it, she giggled. "I'm single, and I'm going to make the most of my twenties.