No Lipstick in Avalon

Sara Larson separated from her husband of twelve years and her life quickly turns into a streak of bad luck. When she comes to the realization she has great friends and amazing qualities as a person, Sara starts to understand she can dig herself out of anything she wants to. She sets her mind to doing what needs doing--reinventing herself and creating the life she wants. She puts to rest old ghosts, makes new memories, and tries to learn, all over again, what happiness and love means to her. Along the way, she goes through the hell of speed dating, learns she has more business savvy than she realized, and handles the unique twists--good and bad--fate sometimes throws at us in life. All seemed to finally be coming together in the world except for the one, serious regret of Sara's past. Her Ice Cream Boy. -- He was tall and tan, with dirty blond surfer hair, and blue eyes the color of sunlight beaming through icicles. I suddenly felt very self-aware of the skimpy suit I had on and I damn near dropped my drink as I sat in a lounge chair. Randy worked at the Twin Sands Hotel as a lifeguard and he was most definitely, as the saying goes, the bee's knees. To say he was cute would be an outright lie. He had that lean muscled body sculpted from years of swimming. He wore dark sunglasses and had a stripe of white sun block along the bridge of his nose. Chest to die for, abs carved out of granite and...oh hell. Cute? No, he wasn't cute. He was Adonis. He was just plain lickable.