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About THE GOODBYE YEAR
Melanie, a perfectionist mom who views the approaching end of parenting as a type of death, can’t believe she has only one more year to live vicariously through her slacker senior son, Dane. Gorgeous mom Sarah has just begun to realize that her only daughter, Ashley, has been serving as a stand-in for her traveling husband, and the thought of her daughter leaving for college is cracking the carefully cultivated façade of her life. Will and his wife are fine―as long as he follows the instructions on the family calendar and is sure to keep secret his whole other life with Lauren, the woman he turns to for fun (and who also happens to have a daughter in the senior class).
Told from the points of view of both the parents and the kids, The Goodbye Year explores high school peer pressure, what it’s like for young people to face the unknown of life after high school, and how a transition that should be the beginning of a couple’s second act together―empty nesting―might possibly be the end.
Melanie, a perfectionist mom who views the approaching end of parenting as a type of death, can’t believe she has only one more year to live vicariously through her slacker senior son, Dane. Gorgeous mom Sarah has just begun to realize that her only daughter, Ashley, has been serving as a stand-in for her traveling husband, and the thought of her daughter leaving for college is cracking the carefully cultivated façade of her life. Will and his wife are fine―as long as he follows the instructions on the family calendar and is sure to keep secret his whole other life with Lauren, the woman he turns to for fun (and who also happens to have a daughter in the senior class).
Told from the points of view of both the parents and the kids, The Goodbye Year explores high school peer pressure, what it’s like for young people to face the unknown of life after high school, and how a transition that should be the beginning of a couple’s second act together―empty nesting―might possibly be the end.
Excerpt
“Hello Mrs. Bronson,” a
perky red head said waving from across the quad as she hurried over. Even in
the descending fog, Melanie knew it was omnipresent Annie, ready to help at all
events where adults in general and parents in particular could see her shine.
Annie had been assigned to escort Dane around on his first day at school,
arriving as they had in his ninth grade year. Things had gone downhill for him
since then. But not for Annie, who was already admitted to the Ivy League
school of her choice based on her volleyball and academic prowess even though
it was only September. Melanie still didn’t
understand how that was possible, as she pinched her palm and reminded herself
she had Seth. He was her overachiever. Her reason for school pride. She was
batting fifty percent, even as Annie’s
parents were three for three at the Ivys. Who does that, really? Freaks,
Melanie thought as she painted on a smile.
“Are
you lost?” Annie asked, big brown eyes blinking with genuine concern,
or perhaps pity. Melanie deserved both she realized.
“Oh,
no, dear, just waiting for second period. Dane has a free first,” Melanie
said, a bit too brightly. If only the quad would stop swaying, she thought,
wiping her forehead with the back of her hand.
“Lucky. My mom won’t let me have a free period, even,” Annie
said, not finishing the sentence.
“Even
though you’re already
admitted somewhere fabu- lous, aren’t
you?” Melanie asked, dreading the answer as it would force her own
son’s inferiority out into the open, like a
boulder landing in the space between them.
“Well,
I still need to keep my grades up, but yes, I signed with Harvard,” Annie
said, shoving her hands in her jeans back pockets as Melanie felt the thud. “I
can’t wait to start living my own life.”
Melanie
braced herself on the planter, both hands on the now dew-covered cold white
plaster. “That’s wonderful,
dear. Your parents must be so proud.” Blessedly, the bell rang, and
classroom doors burst open as overachieving parents filled the quad, scampering
to their next classroom and providing Melanie with the opportunity to escape. “I’ve got to go. See you later!”
Pushing off
the planter, Melanie headed down a ramp in the direction of the athletic field,
smiling at the memory of Seth’s senior year. He’d been captain of the football team, on
the homecoming court, ASB president, and a National Merit Scholar. He’d been everything you could be in high
school, even though he’d arrived here
his junior year. He was continuing that success in college. Dane, her other
son, tried hard to be the opposite, Melanie thought as she walked slowly into
the silk-screening classroom.
Of course
Dane’s first class of the day was one
established to prepare him and others of his ilk for menial labor. Melanie
squinted her eyes at the glare from the fluorescent lights, dropped her head
and entered the room, hoping no one would recognize her from her past PTA
involvement two years earlier when she had been able to shine in the reflected
brilliance of Seth’s achievements.
She’d never been inside any of the “work/study” class-
rooms, though she’d been on
committees that approved sup- plies for these types of kids. The fluorescent
lights inside the large classroom seemed to flatten out all of the features of
the parents as they each picked a stool and climbed aboard. The room smelled
like overheated computers, a vaguely car-tire smell. The teacher, a man with a
ponytail down his back of all things, smiled and nodded from his perch at the
head of the long table. Melanie felt certain things could not get any worse
until perfect Dr. Jud Nelson and his perfect wife, Sarah, strolled in, sucking
up the attention in the room as if their entrance had been preceded by an
announcer.
Melanie knew
why, of course. All the men wanted to be him, most all the women of her age in
town had a crush on him. Dr. Nelson, the leading plastic surgeon in town, was
gorgeous, with a strong cleft chin, perfect teeth and a broad, white- toothed
smile and flowing dark hair. His twinkling blue eyes made the women in town
swoon even while he was tucking and plumping their bodies. He also had invented
some technology that was now used in surgeries internationally, a patent worth
billions. Even so, he continued to work at his practice when he wasn’t lecturing abroad.
Dr. Nelson
had “refreshed” more women’s faces in Crystal Beach than anyone, including
at least a dozen of Melanie’s friends’. She’d
considered going to see him herself, just for a consultation of course, but had
always lost her nerve. Primarily, she realized, because she didn’t want his wife to know, nor did she want her
look. She’d never be able
to go back home to Ohio if she looked anything like Sarah Nelson, a look
perfected by Real Housewives on both coasts. There was a reason there wasn’t a Real Housewives of Ohio or Ohio,
Melanie knew.
But here, in
Crystal Beach, Sarah Nelson was the queen bee. With her long, blonde hair—rumored
to be enhanced by extensions but no one dared ask—overly plumped
lips, sculpted body with round globe breasts and an expressionless face,
frequent trips to LA for shopping—Sarah was both untouchably perfect and
somehow ethereal, revered by all the women in town. Melanie was completely
intimidated by her and had been since she’d
arrived in town from Ohio, only to find herself living just down the street
from the queen in Diamond Bay, their exclusive gated community.
To make
matters worse, the Nelsons were the parents of a perfect daughter, Ashley, a
senior like Dane, who no doubt had never set foot in shop class and probably
already had signed with an Ivy League school. Melanie felt the trickle of sweat
between her shoulder blades turning into a small river.
From the
front of the classroom, Sarah shot Melanie a look that was her version of a
smile, an open-mouthed sort of move- ment that she would need to employ to eat,
if she did that. The sides of her mouth did tilt up a bit with the gesture and
Melanie gave her a wave. The families were social friends, members of the same
country club, neighbors and, for the past four years, thrown together during
various kid-related events and PTA meetings. Whenever she was around Sarah,
Melanie felt bland and doughy. Whenever she was around Sarah, she wanted to
schedule an appointment with Sarah’s
husband.
But, now she
was simply annoyed. How had the Nelsons discovered her here, in shop class? She
didn’t know why, but Jud and Sarah Nelson’s very presence in this room was
causing a piercing headache just above Melanie’s
right eye. Her eyes rolled involuntarily as he pulled out a stool two down from
hers and settled Sarah into it and then sat down next to her, giving her a peck
on the cheek in the process.
“Mel,
you look lovely this evening,” he said into her ear, while settling
in and waving hi to all of his fans and minions gathered around the shop table.
She knew she should feel honored by his seat selection, and his overt display
of their personal closeness, but she wasn’t.
She couldn’t put a finger on
what it was about him, but something just didn’t
add up. Melanie was about to ask him if Ashley was in the class—maybe
it was her secret love of silk screening?—just to make small
talk, when the hippie teacher cleared his throat. It didn’t matter, she supposed, but a wave of relief
washed over her that the Nelsons’ perfect kid was in a screen-printing class with
Dane. Maybe her son and Ashley sat next to each other, worked on projects
together, she thought. Melanie sat up a little taller on her stool, and
smoothed her black sheath dress. She closed her right eye and that eased the
headache. At least she’d stopped
sweating for the moment.
“Thank
you all for coming tonight. Parent involvement is what makes Crystal Beach High
School one of the best in the state of California, am I right?” hippie
teacher said by way of introduction. She wondered if he was high. He could be
high. Maybe that’s what Melanie
needed to do, she thought. She needed to be stoned to make it through the
night. “Thanks to the big donation from Dr. Nelson, Mrs. Nelson, and
the Nelson Medical Group our kids have a brand new screen-printing machine. Can
I get a round of applause for Dr. Nelson here?”
As Melanie
joined in the clapping, her face began to turn red. Ashley Nelson wasn’t in this class for dummies, she
realized. The Nelsons were simply here to soak up kudos for helping the poor
kids who would never amount to anything.
Kids like
Dane, her tall, dark and handsome hipster son.
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AUTHOR INFORMATION
Kaira Rouda is a USA Today bestselling, multiple award-winning author of contemporary women's fiction and sexy modern romance novels that sparkle with humor and heart. Her women's fiction titles include HERE, HOME, HOPE, ALL THE DIFFERENCE and IN THE MIRROR. Her bestselling short story is titled, A MOTHER'S DAY. Kaira's work has won the Indie Excellence Award, USA Book Awards, the Reader's Choice Awards and honorable mention in the Writer's Digest International Book Awards. Her books have been widely reviewed and featured in leading magazines.
Her sexy contemporary romance series set on INDIGO ISLAND includes: WEEKEND WITH THE TYCOON, Book 1; HER FORBIDDEN LOVE, Book 2; THE TROUBLE WITH CHRISTMAS, Book 3; and THE BILLIONAIRE'S BID, Book 4. Each of these novellas can be read as a stand alone, or enjoyed as a series. Her new series is set in LAGUNA BEACH and includes: LAGUNA NIGHTS, Book 1; LAGUNA HEIGHTS, Book 2; and LAGUNA LIGHTS, Book 3 coming winter 2015. She also helped launch Melissa Foster's The Remington's Kindle World with her bestselling novella, SPOTLIGHT ON LOVE, and is part of Carly Phillips Dare to Love Kindle World with THE CELEBRITY DARE.
Her nonfiction titles, REAL YOU INCORPORATED: 8 Essentials for Women Entrepreneurs, and REAL YOU FOR AUTHORS: 8 Essentials for Women Writers (available for free download on her website) continue to inspire.
She lives in Southern California with her husband and four almost-grown kids, and is at work on her next novel. Connect with her on Twitter, Facebook at Kaira Rouda Books and on her website, KairaRouda.com.
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