Flamingo Place. Marcia King-Gamble

Flamingo Place - Marcia King-Gamble


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      DEAR JENNA ADVICE COLUMN

      The Flamingo Beach Chronicle

      Dear Readers,

      Love sneaks up on you when you least expect it. And believe me, I’ve kissed enough frogs to know that not every one is a prince! Just because a man is tall, dark and sexy, and fabulously rich, doesn’t mean that he’s all that.

      Take my next-door neighbor Tre Monroe. He’s a hunk, he makes good money (he even drives a Porsche), but the man is a D-O-G. Could it be that his playboy persona hides the soul of a romantic?

      Keeping it real,

      Jenna

      P.S. Perhaps you can teach an old dog new tricks!

      MARCIA KING-GAMBLE

      was born on the island of St. Vincent—a heavenly place in the Caribbean where ocean and skies are the same mesmerizing blue. An ex-travel industry executive, Marcia’s favorite haunts remain the Far East, Venice and New Zealand.

      In her spare time, she enjoys kickboxing, step aerobics and Zumba, then winding down with a good book. A frustrated interior designer, Marcia’s creativity finds an outlet in her home where nothing matches. She is passionate about animals, tear-jerking movies and spicy food. She serves double duty as the director of member services at a writers and artists institute in South Florida, and is the editor of Romantically Yours—a monthly newsletter.

      To date, Marcia has written twelve novels and two novellas. She loves hearing from fans. You may contact her at [email protected] or P.O. Box 25143, Fort Lauderdale, FL 33320.

      Flamingo Place

      Marcia King-Gamble

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      To Emily Martin with heartfelt thanks. You’re the best unpaid assistant a woman could ever hope for.

      Dear Reader,

      Welcome to Flamingo Beach, where the living is easy. Nothing ever changes here except for the population.

      If you’re young and single, Flamingo Place, the fancy new condominium, is where it’s at. You’ll need to be over thirty though, and you can’t have children. Plus your income needs to be in a high bracket. Of course you could lie about that.

      Flamingo Beach has just about everything to keep a body happy. We have restaurants, churches and beauty shops. Our inhabitants are friendly—notice I didn’t say nosy. We also have a florist. Yup, the mayor’s son and his lover are partners in a florist shop.

      That, by the way, is how this story came about. Jen, the new advice columnist at the Chronicle, used a word to describe our florist and people got ticked. D’Dawg, a hot radio personality, jumped all over her, and the two went at it. Rumor has it they’ve since made up.…

      If you’d like more information about Flamingo Beach, write to me at P.O. Box 25143, Fort Lauderdale,FL 33320, or e-mail me at [email protected]

      Don’t be strangers now. Come down for a visit!

      Marcia King-Gamble

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      Contents

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Chapter 22

       Chapter 23

      Chapter 1

      You say your son is queer! Maybe he’s a confirmed bachelor or simply set in his ways.

      Thump! Thump! Thump! The damn boom box next door was driving Jen St. George crazy.

      Determined to ignore the loud rap music emanating from her neighbor’s apartment, Jen continued to type. Her next door neighbor was the most inconsiderate person she’d ever encountered and by far the rudest.

      Jumping up, Jen banged on the wall and yelled, “Can you turn down your music?”

      When her request


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