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Friday, December 20, 2013

The Bitches Of Brooklyn by Rosemary Harris (Author Guest Post / Book Review / Contest Giveaway)

In association with Chick Lit Plus Blog Tours, Jersey Girl Book Reviews is pleased to host the virtual book tour event for The Bitches of Brooklyn by Author Rosemary Harris!









Author Guest Post


Last month I had a book signing event at the Barnes & Noble in East Brunswick, New Jersey. I confess, I was a little concerned that Jersey Girls might not mix well with the Brooklyn Girls in my latest book, The Bitches of Brooklyn. I lived in New Jersey for a while - Trenton and then Lawrenceville. I managed a wonderful bookstore there in the Quakerbridge Mall. But no matter how long I lived there, and how much I remembered to say "down the shore" and not "to the shore" I was never a local. Would I be welcome? Would there be a turf war?

Well..I was wrong to have been worried. Girls will be girls. Wherever we're born, wherever we grow up - whatever the local foods (hoagies or heroes?) or road signs (jughandles or roundabouts) women have more in common than we might initially think.

The five women at the heart of The Bitches of Brooklyn have been friends since childhood. They've stood by each other through triumphs, losses, loves, romantic disasters and everything in between.

Now they're in their thirties and they're facing new challenges - aging parents, children, faltering relationships - and maybe even the dirty, little secret that one of them may be having an affair with another's one husband. Those are issues that know no zip code!

Are they really bitches? That depends who you ask...Rachel, Clare, Tina and Jane are four friends awaiting the arrival of a fifth at a secluded Cape Cod bungalow where they spend an all-girls weekend every summer. But this year the fifth woman doesn't show.

Instead she sends a note that reads - "I've run off with one of your men."

Has she? Is it a prank? Do they run for the phone or try to enjoy the weekend without her? Fun, flirty and filled with Harris' trademark snappy dialogue and quirky characters forced to reevaluate their marriages, their friendships and their memories, The Bitches of Brooklyn has been called "a cross between Pretty Little Liars and Sex in the City."

Inspired by a classic Hollywood film, The Bitches of Brooklyn is for every woman who's ever had a best friend and wondered...is she really??

Like Pushing Up Daisies, Dead Head and the other books in my Dirty Business mystery series, The Bitches of Brooklyn is laced with humor and filled with good friends - the way I think all of life should be - whether you're from Brooklyn, Budapest or Bayonne.




About The Author



Rosemary Harris has been a bookstore manager, a video producer and a public television exec. Her debut novel, the Agatha and Anthony-nominated, Pushing Up Daisies, was followed by The Big Dirt Nap, Dead Head and Slugfest, all titles in her Dirty Business mystery series. She is past president of Mystery Writers of America's NY Chapter and Sisters in Crime's New England Chapter. Like some of the characters in The Bitches of Brooklyn, she was born in Brooklyn but now lives in New York City and Fairfield County, Connecticut.


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Book Review



The Bitches Of Brooklyn by Rosemary Harris
Publisher: Chestnut Hill Books
Publication Date: July 22, 2013
Format: Paperback - 340 pages / Kindle - 469 KB / Nook - 2 MB
ISBN: 0989697010
ASIN: B00E3XMPN0
Genre: Chick Lit / Women's Fiction


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Disclaimer: I received a copy of the book from the author / publisher in exchange for my honest review and participation in a virtual book tour event hosted by Chick Lit Plus Blog Tours.


Book Description:

From the author of the Anthony and Agatha-nominated Pushing Up Daisies and Dead Head.

Are they really bitches? That depends who you ask...four friends await the arrival of a fifth at a secluded Cape Cod bungalow where they spend an all-girls weekend every summer. But this year the fifth woman doesn't show. Instead she sends a note that reads - "I've run off with one of your men."

Has she? Is it a prank? Do they run for the phone or try to enjoy the weekend without her? Fun, flirty and filled with Harris' trademark snappy dialogue and quirky characters forced to reevaluate their marriages, their friendships and their memories, The Bitches of Brooklyn has been called "a cross between Pretty Little Liars and Sex in the City."

Inspired by a classic Hollywood film, The Bitches of Brooklyn will appeal to readers of Jennifer Weiner, Cathleen Schine and Susan Isaacs and is for every woman who's ever had a best friend and wondered...is she really??

"Rosemary Harris is a GEM of a writer." Joanne Fluke, NYTimes best-selling author of the Hannah Swenson series. "Smart, sassy and sophisticated, The Bitches of Brooklyn may be the best female buddy book yet. I dare you to put it down." Elaine Viets, best-selling author of The Dead End Job series and Catnapped!


Book Excerpt:


Chapter One

As deliveries went, this one was somewhere between a balloon telegram and a bulletproof vest wrapped around a dead fish. Most gift baskets arrived with cards bearing congratulations or condolences. Rarely were they sent with the simple two-line message Jane Monaghan stared at, then read, in disbelief, a second time.

A skinny delivery boy hovered in the doorway, the screen door flapping and creaking as he shifted his weight. Jane fumbled in her handbag for a tip. Why did she never have singles when she needed them? As she poked through the tissues, keys and various black electronics cases in her voluminous bag, the boy peered inside the house, curious about the women renting the old Beninger place. He remembered the first year they came. His mother had warned him to keep his distance and his father had slipped him a sly wink that he'd been too young to interpret.

They weren't bad looking, neither young nor old, that gray area between youth and invisibility. Still good for a nooner, he fantasized, using an expression he’d heard his uncle Billy use, if he could cut one from the herd. Especially the small, dark-haired one sprawled on the loveseat near the fireplace. She had a nubby throw tossed over one leg but the other was exposed – tan, taut and barely covered by denim cutoffs. Still pretty hot, even if she looked old enough to have been his babysitter - and after all, what boy hadn't had that fantasy?

The hot one and the boy made eye contact. Having been on the receiving end of similar looks for close to twenty years – longer than he’d been alive – it took Tina Ruggiero all of thirty seconds to read his mind.

“Come back in a few years, sonny. You’re not entirely hopeless but, let’s wait until that acne clears up.”

The boy’s naughty daydream evaporated, his face reddened and he reverted to bumbling, pimply errand boy. His eyes grew watery. He even seemed shorter, if that was possible. Jane abandoned her search for singles, shoved a five in his direction and kicked the storm door shut.

“A day without a verbal castration is like a day without sunshine?”

“Come on,” Tina said. “He deserved it – gawking like that. Half the people in this town think we're practicing witchcraft and the other half think we’re gay. Not that I don't think you're all cute. I just wanted to set the record straight.”

Jane wasn’t sure the exchange wouldn’t have the opposite effect, convincing him she was a witch, only he’d spell it with a “b.” Which was fitting since that's what they'd been dubbed a long time ago when they were teens, The Bitches of Brooklyn. Were they really? Depended who you asked. * “A new wrinkle has been added to our weekend,” Jane said.

"Oh no please, not another one. I already have a new wrinkle, that's why I cut bangs."

"I wondered what the new hairstyle was about."

Jane carried the oversized basket to the wooden dining table where Clare Didrikson and Rachel Weiner, two of her closest friends, sat with their morning coffees.

The table and chairs were like all the furniture in the rented house - ancient wood or wicker upon which thousands of summer memories had been made, or brand new, from the discount store, because who would buy good furniture for a house through which total strangers traipsed for three months out of every year? Or suffered from too much sun and too much damp. Jane pulled out a chair and read the card aloud to the group.

"It's a joke," Tina said. She flung off the blanket and hopped over on her one good ankle to join them. "Just like her to bail at the last minute and then pull a stunt like this. She’s probably laughing her ass off somewhere, ordering the next fruit basket with the next cryptic message. Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes! Go to the hayfield, there’ll be a volcanic rock that has no earthly business in a Maine hayfield. She’s always so melodramatic. Can't she just admit something better came up?"

It was not the first time their missing friend had cancelled at the last minute even though the dates were fixed well in advance. The four were always understanding but there was always a trace of resentment, too. As if the others were expected to understand that the fifth woman’s time was more valuable than theirs.

The four women settled around the table in the weather-beaten Cape Cod bungalow they'd rented every summer for the last six years. They met for the same late summer weekend when husbands and partners were otherwise engaged, either of their own accord or dispatched so the women wouldn't feel guilty about leaving four men, one daughter, one veterinary practice, and two businesses for much girl talk and more alcohol in an ocean beach setting far removed from their Brooklyn beginnings.

Initially, they had played "remember when" and speculated on what had happened to still-missing friends from the old neighborhood. That first year Rachel brought her laptop and their old high school yearbook, and between drinks and steamers they Googled and giggled over former boyfriends and teachers, most of whom had lost their hair, gotten heavy, or somehow morphed into ordinary mortals instead of the brooding geniuses and bohemian heartthrobs they’d once seemed. After that, it was agreed - no laptops at The Weekend.

But it wasn't all about the old days. The five women had forged new friendships. What felt better than familiar but new - the safety net of people who knew your background and your history, but, because of the time spent apart, brought the freshness of anecdotes and stories you hadn't heard a hundred times before. And they’d helped each other professionally, with contacts and as trustworthy soundingboards.

Clare reached over to read the card for herself, looking for...what? Some explanation hidden between the lines? Some tone or nuance conveyed in the elegant script of an anonymous clerk in a gift shop? She chewed on her lower lip but said nothing.

Jane tugged on the purple ribbon at the top of the basket, untying the bow and noisily releasing the twisted cellophane. She flattened the ribbon and wound it around four fingers as if saving it for some future use, which wasn't likely since they'd all be home in a few days. A hidden staple pierced one slim, unmanicured index finger and she sucked on it while poking through the basket with her undamaged hand.

"At least she sprang for the good stuff.” Jane held up a red foil-covered brick. “Real cheese, not cheese product."

"And candy," Rachel said. "Just what we need."

Tina and Jane plundered the basket, Jane moving through the items and inspecting ingredients. "Cream crackers, no partially hydrogenated anything so far." Jane was co-owner of a small bakery called Sweet Dreams and paid attention to such things. Tina wasn't so picky. Two grunts and an arched eyebrow told her the others were less appreciative of their missing friend's nutritional considerations. "Belgian chocolates. Scottish cookies," Jane said, still sucking on her punctured finger.

"Please don’t get blood on anything," Tina said. "If there are shortbread cookies, I’ve got dibs. I don't care if they have lard in them but I draw the line at bodily fluids.”

Despite Rachel's protestations, the chocolate would disappear first. No chance to melt or develop that mysterious white stuff around the edges. Then the cheese, the crackers and the fruit, one step up from artificial and typically chosen not for taste but for their ability to retain an unblemished appearance despite being shipped thousands of miles. All the food would go, even the boring sucking candies, and all that would remain was a tasteful brown basket, some purple ribbon and the note -

Apologies for the short notice but I won't be making our little reunion this year. I've run off with one of your men.


My Book Review:

"Apologies for the short notice but I won't be making our little reunion this year. I've run off with one of your men."

The Bitches Of Brooklyn is the story about five sassy women in their thirties who have been friends since high school. They keep the bonds of friendship alive throughout the years with an annual all-girls weekend on Cape Cod. Jane, Tina, Clare and Rachel are waiting for Abby to arrive, only to receive a gift basket and a mysterious note from her that will test the women's bonds of friendship, and reexamine their relationships with the men in their lives.

Author Rosemary Harris weaves a sassy and thoroughly entertaining tale about friendships and relationships that easily captivates the reader's attention. Mixed with humor and a touch of mystery, the reader follows the story of five girlfriends from Brooklyn, who throughout the years have maintained their bonds of friendship along with the intricacies of their lives and relationships until one late summer getaway weekend in Cape Cod changes how they view everything with the arrival of one little mysterious note. Is the note for real, or just one of Abby's pranks? While Jane, Tina, Clare and Rachel vow to not let Abby's note ruin their weekend together; the mystery of which of their men ran off with their friend causes tiny niggling fears, doubts, and questions to arise, while some personal secrets are revealed.

Anyone can relate to these five friends, each of them are as different as night is to day, yet the bonds of their friendship keeps them together throughout the years until Abby's note has each of them wondering are they really best friends? Filled with humorous misadventures and sassy banter, these ladies take the reader on a journey of ups and downs, leaving them hoping that the friendships will survive.

I loved that the author keeps the mystery going with hints and clues throughout the story, it keeps the reader guessing as each of the women's personal lives and their past memories are revealed. This was such a fun book to read, the sassy banter and humorous interactions mixed with the varying differences between the friends kept me engaged and thoroughly entertained. It is easy to relate to any one of these ladies, I saw a lot of myself in Clare, but I have to admit that I really loved smart-ass Tina the best. As the four friends question the reality of the intricacies and issues within their lives and relationships, it makes them take stock of what they have as they discover that not everything is exactly as it seems.

The Bitches Of Brooklyn is a wonderful exploration of friendships and relationships, it has an enjoyable mixture of humor and drama with a twist of mystery on the side!


RATING: 4 STARS ****



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Tour Schedule:

December 2 – Book Mama Blog – Guest Post & Excerpt
December 4- Samantha March – Q&A & Excerpt
December 5- Annabel and Alice – Review
December 6 – eBook Addict – Q&A
December 10- Bookish – Excerpt
December 11- Book Suburbia – Excerpt
December 12 – eBook Addict – Review
December 13- Bees Knee’s Reviews – Guest Post & Excerpt
December 16 – Everything Books and Authors - Q&A
December 18 – The Outside Lane - Review
December 19 – Storm Goddess Book Reviews – Review, Q&A & Exerpt
December 20 – Jersey Girl Book Reviews – Review, Guest Post & Excerpt
December 23 – Chick Lit Plus - Review



4 comments:

  1. Thanks for being in the tour- Happy Friday!

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    1. Thank you for the opportunity to host the virtual book tour event. I really enjoyed reading this book! :)

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  2. I like novels about friendships especially when the women aren't perfect. Really would like to read this one.

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    1. This was an enjoyable story about friendships, the differences in the women and the mystery twist kept me turning the pages. I hope you get to read the book. Thank you for visiting my blog. :)

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