For Better or Cursed
by Mary Leo

That's what it's going to take to finally bust the bad luck surrounding Cate Falco's love life. Jilted at the altar ten years ago, her fiancés ever since have been saying, "I'd rather not," before they, uh, could accidentally expire. It seems the curse is always out to get them. Now Rudy Bellafini, the original jilter, is back in town, and it's Cate's turn to right this wrong, but does she have the cannolis to do it?

Maybe.

But Cate's large Italian family decides to get involved, and with that family, it means danger is on the way. Then Cate begins to wonder...is getting Rudy to the altar and then jilting him the way to even up the score? Perhaps the best revenge might come with a real wedding....

Other Books by Mary Leo

Touch of Twilight

Write It Up

A Pinch Of Cool
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Stick Shift

Mary Leo's Bio

Photo by: Ann Collins

When I was growing up on Chicago’s south (east) side, only a couple bridges away from Indiana, I dreamed that one day I would live in a house with central heating. Not a very imaginative dream, I know, but when you continually wake up in the dead of winter to radiators that have turned into metal popsicles and your mom is keeping the kitchen warm from the open door of a four-hundred degree oven, central heating is all you can think about. That and the beaches of Southern California and maybe the ability to pull Daffy Duck out of the TV through a tiny hole I would magically discover in the picture tube. I always thought it would be great if Daffy and the gang could spend some time at my house, just for laughs.

By the time I hit high school, St. Peter and Paul, I was ready to give up my California dreamin’ and marry a Beatle, but only if he could promise me central heating. I’d heard that England could get very cold during the winter months and I wasn’t taking any chances. I still had visions of Daffy and the gang, but I’d given up looking for the magic passageway in the picture tube.

Instead, I started writing my own stories when my kids were all grown up, and my husband told me I needed to focus on one art form (I was into several at the time). We now live in beautiful San Diego, where central heating is optional, and where Daffy lives on in my heart when he’s not “yucking it up” inside my flat-screen TV.