Darlings!
There I was having a negroni with Mrs. Bennet and the Lorax when it occurred to me that if you literary types would just consult your dear Auntie Libra, I could make things oh so much better. After all, who is better at helping you find your ideal book paramour and solve your woes than I?
My little booklings, I am here for you. Tell me your literary troubles and I will regale you with solutions that will make your papery little hearts weep ink with joy.
Ta for now,
— Aunt Libra
Searching for a Second-Chance Cowboy
Dear Auntie,
The ink was barely dry on my divorce when I kissed a cowboy at a local bar. You’d think a Scottish lass would be better at holding her whisky! This could never work. I’ve got patients to consider. He’s got a family ranch to save. But we can barely keep our hands off each other. What’s a modern woman to do? —Not OK in OK
Dear Not OK,
There’s nothing like a man who works with his hands to breathe a little life into a comatose heart. Auntie has been known to swoon a time or two over a man with mud on his boots. Why not join the round up and see if this cowboy might be at home on your range?
Searching for a Fake Boyfriend
Dear Auntie,
Why do men always overreact? One teeny, tiny problem with a stalker and my brother insists I stay in the safest place he knows—his best friend’s estate. Now his friend, the arrogant jerk, insists that if we pretend to date, it will protect me further. I’m thinking of agreeing—but I’ve never dated before. What’s the harm as long as my brother doesn’t find out? —Crushing on My Brother’s Best Friend
Dear Crusher,
An estate, you say? Even if the best friend isn’t tall, handsome and heart fluttering, a girl could do worse than a man who could lavish her with presents. And your host might even be able help you out with a little dating “practice.” The smart money is on, hell, yes. But do get the ring before your dear brother finds out. Nobody needs that grief.
Searching for Romance with a Floor Plan
Dear Auntie,
I’ve landed the project of my dreams designing the interior of a Gilded Age property, but the contractor is out of my nightmares. She’s gorgeous, opinionated, driven and thinks she knows everything. And did I mention gorgeous? The more we work together, the more we clash. Now our project is being threatened. Is it worth trying to settle our differences to save it, or should I just walk away? — Perplexed on Park Avenue
Dear Plexi,
Renovation can destroy the happiest of marriages, so kudos to you crazy kids for making this your livelihood. Auntie is always grateful when someone else does the hard work while she summers on the island. DIY is so bad for the manicure. But what’s this about clashing with a gorgeous tradeswoman with her eye on the prize? I think you have more than color swatches and back splashes on your mind. Why not find out if she’d strip you down to the studs? Relationships don’t just happen, you have to build them. And she just might be the right woman for the job.
What did you think, my bookish darlings? Will “Not OK” let her wild passions run free? (Back in the Saddle by Maggie Eckersley.) Can “Crusher” outwit her brother, her host, and her stalker? (The Faking Game by Olivia Hayle.) Will “Plexi” demo a relationship in this old house? (Built to Last by Lex Blake.) I do hope they took Auntie’s sage advice. I can’t wait to find out.
That’s all for now, my dearest. May all your bookish dreams come true.
Toodles,
— Aunt Libra
