
“My kids smoke dope, my ex is one,
I said ‘nope' when I wanted to run…
Into your arms…And feel your lucky charms…” When did life become a country music song?
Probably when her best friend signed her up for the debut of the new reality TV show, The Kitchen Shrink, for the ultimate life and home makeover! Unable to squirm out of this“it will be fun” opportunity, Lisby Shaw tries to juggle her upstairs-behind-the-
scenes-life with her downstairs-in-front-
of-the-camera persona, where everything she says and does can and will be used against her. Hopefully, the show doesn't find out about her fling with that hunky carpenter. Or that she and her friend smoked that hootch she found in her daughter's room. Lisby cannot believe what a freak show her life has become.
At least no one knows about her crush on Sam, Sam, the Cameraman… Lisby tries to find her way as the TV cameras capture her every move, zooming in on fights with her kids, her ex, and featuring an extreme close-up as she becomes a jilted laughingstock on national TV. All is lost…or is it? |
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When San Diego weathercaster, Jaswinder Park, is mysteriously summoned to the island of Maui in Hawaii to help out her grandmother, (who was in jail for selling ‘pakalolo') she ends up losing her job.
This fair-haired, light-skinned foreigner, called ‘haole' by the natives, decides to stay in Maui for a couple of days until she can figure out what to do with her life. She tries to drown her sorrows in a local bar, doing shots with a charming land developer—who ends up dead. Jaswinder needs to stay on the island to help find the killer to prove it wasn't her grandmother.
A blistering sunburn leads her to a surfing dermatologist, as well as a whole new career: designing protective resort clothing for sensitive skin.
From trying to launch her clothing line, Haole Wood, to keeping her grandmother out of trouble, Jaswinder needs to learn to embrace the island way of life. Where's a guardian angel when you need one? Aloha! |
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When a military plane crashed behind Micki Cramer's house, she kept waiting for the sirens and rescue team to show up.
As the first responder, it was up to her to tug on the arm that was waving out of the broken wreckage. Holding her breath against the choking smoke, she managed to get the pilot out and carry him to safety into her backyard.
He wasn't that heavy; he was about the size of her 10-year-old nephew—who did play a lot of video games and eat nothing but flaming hot Cheetos, but still. As it turns out, he wasn't a guy after all. Ros, the pilot, was on a mission to find her missing brother who had crash-landed at Roswell, New Mexico in 1947. Seems she was a bad driver, too, missing her target by nearly a thousand miles and more than half a century.
If Ros can teach Micki how to use eleven percent of her brain, how will Micki help Ros? (Coming soon.) |