Heartache and Homecoming” is the third and final book in the series. It contains over 200 full-color illustrations from the upcoming movie “Mount Hideaway Mysteries: Heartache and Homecoming” If you’re one of those few Pinoy peeps who don’t give a damn as to watch a lot of local telenovelas, then this is really not for you. I closed my eyes and turned my face up to the golden sun. "How can something so wrong feel so right?"

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Got it." He nodded. "Well, I don't know about weddings, but I always thought it'd be nice to settle down, move out to a ranch in Colorado, have a bunch of kids, and live happily ever after." Exes and Oh No’s” is the second book in the “Mount Hideaway Mysteries” series. It contains over 150 full-color illustrations from the movie “Mount Hideaway Mysteries: Exes and Oh No’s”

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Wincing, I forced myself to look up. My eyes skimmed over khaki pants, a blue button-down shirt, and the face of a man I'd never seen before. Midthirties, with dark hair and dark eyes. He seemed concerned.

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Male exes can also be a little violent and rude but neither was in this which again was great. It was nice to read normal people emotions and not all over the place. I’m a Leo, a middle child, and a formidable Trivial Pursuit opponent. I read everything I can get my hands on, from the classics to comic books. I don’t drink coffee because, frankly, I’m high strung enough without adding caffeine into the mix. Here is the true story of how I became a novelist: The J. Crew smile blinked on again. "We shouldn't even get into this. I don't want to scare you more than I already have." Very gracious of you. Anyway, long story short, my ex couldn't resist the siren call of his ex, and by the time the dust settled -- "Morning after morning, as I selected the day's ensemble, I was greeted by the ivory silk reminder of my failure and disgrace. Since the night of my (unnecessary, as it turned out) rehearsal dinner, I had turned into the kind of woman who commits phonicide and willfully creates road hazards just because she sees a glowing, happy couple who apparently registered at Good Karma, Inc. Already my eyes were darting around, trying to find the best escape route. Had I been dumped by my physician fiancé only to be slain by a stalker from Banana Republic? I guess you're right." He rubbed the emerging stubble on his chin. "To keep it real, she'd have to get a grant."