When I saw the book My Favorite Husband by Pam McCutcheon all I was thinking was that no matters what I have to see how this story ends. The title had me intrigued but I started to read and the story began to unfold all I kept saying in my head was that the very thought of this situation was insane. I don’t like to give out spoilers so here is the blurb that the author has written for the book.
My Favorite Husband BlurbAfter five years of being lost in the Amazon, archaeologist Chaz Vincent has finally come home to his wife, Kelly, only to learn that she has had him declared dead. When he attends his own funeral, Chaz finds out that Kelly married another man just that morning. Now she has to choose between them. Who will be her favorite husband?
As I read more and more about Kelly as she tried to figure out which husband she was going to choose I had several laugh out loud moments. There was nothing, and I truly mean nothing, straight forward about this situation because each of these individuals seems to have more than one love interest that seems willing to go to extremes to get this guy or gal. The back and forth reactions of the characters in this story had me laughing and I enjoyed every moment I spent reading it. It’s an amazing change of pace and I strongly recommend this book.
After my heated encounter at the beach with Mr. Divine, I was…I’m not sure what I was but I was something. After my brainwashing, lol, I found myself sitting on the beach in Mr. Divine’s arms. There we talked and talked and kept talking about why I would allow my insecurities to creep in and talk over my mind.
I found it hard to explain but he wouldn’t let up, determined to understand what fueled my lack of trust. That was when I told him that Walter had left me from a woman I worked with who pretended to be my friend and who used to trick me into doing her work so she could leave early and be with my husband. That I suspected my husband used to talk my things and give to this woman and I explained about the free spa treatment I had been given that Walter had just taken.
I didn’t even know I was crying until Mr. Divine wiped the tears from my cheeks. Now I had sand on my face and was started to get cold. Taking my hand he pulled me up and lead me into the water.
“What are you wearing under that shirt and pants?” he asked.
“Not much,” I replied. “My husband has a habit of buying me racy lingerie and I miss him so I have been wearing them.”
“You are supposed to wear then all the time not just when you miss me,” said Mr. Divine flashing me a mischievous smile. “Off with those clothes. You can wear my shirts.”
I looked around the beach as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled if off. After pulling me further into the water until it was over my shoulders, Mr. Divine kissed me and I fell into the pleasure of being with him. We would be fine because we would work on being fine.