Modogamous by Karen E Martin - Final Stop on the blog tour and exclusive extract!

Happy Friday!
Glad to have author Karen E Martin here today with her debut novel, Modogamous. I am honoured to be the final stop on her blog tour and she's generously shared an exclusive extract of Modogamous. There are also lots of prizes up for grabs if you visit http://karenemartin.com/blog/contests/ 

Here's the blurb:-

Kate Adams has it all figured out. Five years out of college, she’s got a steady job, a home she loves in the big city, and good friends who always keep her laughing:  her stylish but nosy roommate Evette, happily-married Cecie, and of course, good old Mitch, her seriously cute co-worker who’s been stuck in the Friend Zone since the day they met.

Everything is going just fine—until the night Kate crosses the line with Mitch, and the boundaries between friendship and love begin to blur. Things get even more complicated when hunky JP enters the scene. What’s a girl to do? Add to the mix a spunky little pug Kate never expected to fall for, and her neatly-ordered life is starting to look more like a dog’s dinner.  Maybe her roommate has the right idea after all:  forget the men, and stick with a canine companion instead.  

It’s time for Kate to figure out what she really wants in life. But can she dig her way out of the mess she’s created before she ends up permanently in the doghouse?

 

And now for the exclusive extract!

I work at The Pup is Up. You’ve probably heard of it:  mega-corporation catering to pampered  pooches nationwide. I never asked to be a sales rep at The Pup is Up. I’m not really even sure how I got here. No, I take that back. I know exactly how I got here. It started when I graduated college this spring. I had a degree in archaeology fresh in hand, but no idea where to start with this whole “career” thing. What I did know is that I wanted a break. After all, I’d spent my whole life toiling away in school. I’d earned the right to take a little time off and enjoy myself before figuring out the whole what-to-do-with-the-rest-of-my-life shebang, right? Well, that’s what I thought, anyway.

Roomie and I decided to move off-campus—you know, break away from the old on this grand adventure known as post-college life. I knew I had to find a job eventually, but for the first month or two, well, I guess I was just basking in the glow of graduation, playing the grasshopper in the blazing rays of summer, somehow managing to willfully ignore the fact that things weren’t going to be just “taken care of” for me anymore. No academic advisors to nag me about what classes I had to take. No professors to tell me what I had to read and how I should regurgitate it on paper. And most willfully ignored of all, no more bills magically paid through the financial largesse of my ever-obliging parents.

Obliging, no more. On the day we graduated, Dad gave me a big bear hug, a pat on the back, and a check. For a hundred dollars. “The final installment of your college payment plan,” he laughed as he handed it to me. “Go out with your friends and have a nice dinner to celebrate,” he advised cheerily. Looking down at the check in a daze, it suddenly hit me. This was really it. The end of the mother lode. The gravy train had gone dry…as had my mouth in that moment. What could I say but “Thanks, Dad,” with a sickly smile and an effort to appear non-panicked. Don’t get me wrong; I was truly grateful for all my parents had done for me—especially footing the bill for college. Most of my friends were saddled with tens of thousands of dollars of debt already (talk about a rude awakening to the wide, wide world), and I was incredibly glad to have been spared that. Still, it was a shock to think about having to make it on my own—something I’d never given much thought to before.

So there I found myself in late July, lazing by the pool with Roomie on a Sunday afternoon.

She’s all like:  “Hey, before I forget, rent’s due next week.”

And I’m all like:  “Rent?” 

Her:  “Yes, rent, dummy.”

Me:  “Oh right, rent.”

Her:   “You do have money for rent, don’t you?”

Me:  blank look

That day was the closest I’ve ever come to seeing Roomie have a hissy fit.



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And Modogamous can be bought via Amazon  or Smashwords -
Amazon US -   http://tinyurl.com/qesto7k
Amazon UK - http://amzn.to/18xnlAC
Smashwords - http://tinyurl.com/psvecy5


Thanks Karen for joining us and wishing you all the best with your debut novel .Since I'm not sure if I will be posting much between now and Christmas  - let me just take the opportunity to wish you all a very Merry Christmas
Sooz x