
I’m thrilled to bring you something a little different for my stop on this blog tour today. Scroll down for a sneak peek exclusive extract from this laugh out loud chick lit novel! 👇
About the book:
We’ve got the balance all wrong. Instead of living with our partners, struggling to do everything by ourselves and only seeing each other now and then, we should do it the other way round. We should live together and see them now and then.
Erica knows her suggestion sounds extreme, but when her nanny leaves without notice, she’s extremely desperate. Polly and Louise aren’t convinced, but when circumstances force them to move into Polly’s enormous but run-down house, they have to admit life’s much easier when the childcare and work is shared.
At first, communal living seems like the answer to their prayers – childcare on tap, rotas for cleaning and someone always available to cook dinner (no more last-minute pizza delivery!). But over time, resentment starts to grow as they judge each other’s parenting styles and bicker over cleaning, cooking and whose turn it is to buy toilet rolls.
And as one woman has her head turned by a handsome colleague, one resorts to spying on her husband and another fights to keep a dark secret, they need each other more than ever. But can Polly, Louise and Erica keep their friendship and relationships strong? Or will their perfect mumtopia fall apart?
Essential reading for anyone fed up with never-ending housework/homeschooling/preparing healthy meals that their kids reject … Fans of Why Mummy Drinks, Has Anyone Seen My Sex Life? and Beth O’Leary won’t want to miss this one!
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Extract:
She gripped the stem of her glass, as an idea formed in her mind. It started off small, but grew quickly, opening up like a row of cut-out dolls holding hands. If they lived together, she wouldn’t have to worry about childcare. The children would love it and Polly wouldn’t be stuck in that empty house. An empty, enormous house, with at least three living rooms and so many bedrooms that the doors had to be numbered so she could keep track. Admittedly, Louise didn’t have much of an incentive to move in, but Erica never let a simple thing like logic dissuade her – she wouldn’t have got so far in the fashion industry if she had. Dan wouldn’t like it, but tough. If he wasn’t prepared to help her, he couldn’t complain. All she had to do was persuade Polly and Louise.
She opened her mouth, then closed it. Could she live with them though? Louise was a laugh, but Christ, did she moan. About everything and anything. Even the pattern in her cappuccino if it was off-centre. As for Polly, she was very sweet and well-meaning, but she was… Erica sipped her wine while searching for a word less unkind than ‘boring’. She reached the bottom of the glass. There wasn’t another word. Polly was dull. Especially in comparison to Erica’s real friends from St Martins and London. But she was brilliant with the children, which was what Jasmine needed. And what could have happened if she hadn’t been there when Jasmine ran out into the road that time didn’t bear thinking about. No, she thought decisively, this was what had to be done. It didn’t matter that they were boring and moaned and that their kids were, let’s face it, fucking annoying. It would only be until she found a cut-price nanny.
She cleared her throat. ‘Polly, you know what you said about us living together? There’s a way we could.’
Polly looked round from the window. ‘School’s five hours away. We’re late every day, as it is.’
‘I only won this place for a week, remember?’ Louise added.
‘Not here – at home. It’s the answer to all our problems.’ Erica grabbed a fistful of air – it worked on Sing to Win when the judges were proving a point.
‘What problems?’ Louise asked.
Erica pulled her chair closer to the table. ‘We’ve got the balance all wrong. Instead of living with our partners, or on our own, struggling to do everything by ourselves and only seeing each other now and then, we should do it the other way round.’ She paused for effect. ‘We should live together and see them now and then.’
Louise crossed her arms and the buttons on her polo shirt gaped, revealing an inch of nude bra. ‘Why on earth would we do that?’
‘To help each other.’
Louise and Polly exchanged glances.
Erica tried again. ‘What do we always complain about? Apart from the fact that Jon Hamm doesn’t take his shirt off enough in Mad Men?’
‘Who?’ Polly asked.
‘Never heard of him,’ Louise said. ‘Poldark’s who you need. Though if you ask me, no one comes close to Mr Darcy.’
Erica shook her head. They clearly weren’t appreciating – or even listening to – the benefits of the house-share idea. In fairness, it was hard to compete with Louise’s detailed list of Colin Firth’s benefits.
‘Support,’ Erica said loudly. ‘Whenever we get together, we complain about not having enough support at home.’









